After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

The past events were not complicated to talk about, but it took Zhao Hongyu quite a while to tell the story.

At first she was quite resistant and only spoke briefly about the details. Later, she gradually got into the situation and began to tell the story in detail with tears in her eyes.

Beneath the tragedy of the political marriage lies the love-hate relationship between her and the prince.

If it is expanded, it can be used to shoot half of an ancient costume palace fighting ethics drama with a silly and sweet female lead.

It's just that she does not have the halo of a protagonist. Under the shadow of imperial power and politics, Zhao Hongyu loses everything while wandering between Li and Song, and her entire family is slaughtered.

He was bent on revenge, but unfortunately drifted too far in the long river of time.

He was left with only a feeling of resentment that had nowhere to vent, and he turned into a resentful ghost.

"After three hundred years, if you want revenge, I'm afraid you can't even find your target." Qin He spat out a mouthful of melon seed shells and said casually.

The more shadow puppet shows you watch, the more you will feel the joys and sorrows of life.

When the great tide of the times rolls in, the ups and downs of personal destiny can be summed up in four words: beyond one's control.

"Three hundred years..." A trace of confusion flashed across Zhao Hongyu's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said, "They killed my Manchu people. Since I can't kill them, I'll kill their descendants. It's tit for tat."

"You can't do it." Qin He shook his head. "According to the time calculation, your husband passed away not long after you joined the ghost path. Then there was a battle for the throne. Strictly speaking, he has no descendants."

"He...he didn't ascend the throne? And he has no descendants?" Zhao Hongyu's face was horrified. She murmured, "How could that be? He has children."

"It was a complex and bloody era. Whether it was the royal family or the royal generals, everyone was killed. Also, let me remind you, this is Yanjing, the capital of the Dali Dynasty, not Jinling."

"And moved the capital?"

"It's pointless for you to kill the royal descendants. After three hundred years and more than a dozen generations, there are millions of people of Dali's royal bloodline. There are princes and nobles, but the vast majority are common people. You can't do it, and it won't be allowed."

Zhao Hongyu remained silent, but with ghostly energy entangled around her, it was obvious that she had not let go of the resentment in her heart.

A resentful ghost, a resentful ghost, if it could easily let go of the resentment in its heart, it would not be called a resentful ghost.

"My grandfather has made it very clear. You missed the era of revenge, and you have no enemies in this era." At this time, Wang Tiezhu, who was shoveling the ashes, couldn't help but say.

"So my family's blood feud is over?"

Zhao Hongyu was a little angry, her ghostly aura began to spread, and she asked angrily: "Why?"

Qin He paused for a moment, not knowing where to start.

First of all, Zhao Hongyu's story is indeed tragic. Not only was her entire family slaughtered, but she also indirectly became an accomplice.

Parents, brothers, sisters, and hundreds of relatives, such a heavy shackle of hatred, even a saint in the world may not be able to let go.

Besides, she is just a woman.

But the three words "why" contain too much helplessness and subjective limitations.

Zhao Hongyu really had no reason to let go of her hatred. It was normal for dynasties to change and for royal family members to be killed in large numbers.

Why should Zhao Hongyu's entire family be an exception?

The Song Dynasty was unable to defend itself against the enemy and had to rely on the people of the country to bring their own food and withstand the iron hoofs of the Rong tribe for nearly a hundred years. What was their reason?

Everyone has dissatisfaction with "why?". If everyone uses this as a reason to vent their anger, is it still possible for people to survive in this world?

Qin He watched the shadow play and looked at the life paths of countless deceased people.

Which deceased person has no resentment or hatred in his heart?

Which deceased person is not full of helplessness and regret?

In the boundless darkness, a beam of light lights up, and then the area within the circle of light is heaven, and the boundary between light and darkness is the human world.

The world is always like this.

Thousands of words in Qin He's heart converged into one sentence: "You can't beat me~"

I am not Tang Monk.

Why should I waste so much time and energy trying to reason with you?

Because you are good-looking?

If you hadn't committed any sins yet, I would have burned you to death long ago.

"Let go of your resentment and reincarnate. You died three hundred years ago when you became a ghost. The dead have no part in human affairs. Heaven has its own reincarnation, and everyone has his own destiny. This era has nothing to do with you." After a pause, Qin He still tried to persuade her.

However, this is doomed to be in vain. The resentful ghost is full of resentment and has long since changed his nature. How can it be made to give up with just a few words of persuasion?

"That's easy for you to say!"

Zhao Hongyu's ghostly aura erupted completely, and a sharp, sinister wind blew, making the entire crematorium buzz. "You are an official from the Li Dynasty. I have nothing to say to you. If you try to stop me, I will fight you to the death!"

As soon as it finished speaking, the Yin energy around it gathered, and the ghost hairpin appeared in front of it again, ready to take action.

But at this moment, a panicky sound came from the sky, like the whisper of a god, or a sad song from the distant sky.

The terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Dao instantly descended upon Zhao Hongyu's head, as heavy as a mountain and impossible to match.

At the same time, the ghost energy around it overflowed crazily, turned into green smoke and dissipated, disappearing without a trace.

Zhao Hongyu let out a painful howl, and the scarlet in her eyes slowly faded and dissipated, as if scraping the bone to cure the poison.

"Transcendence?"

Beside Wang Tiezhu, Hui Miqiu, who was pulling the bellows, had a shining look in his eyes.

What Qin He was muttering was clearly to save the female ghost.

The Sutra of Delivering from Evil: This is a fragment of the Sutra of Delivering from Evil, which can be used to deliver the souls from evil. Note: This sutra is prone to causality; those without merit and status should use it with caution.

The so-called salvation means to use great magical powers to reverse the cause and effect of heaven, so as to transcend the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore. It is not as simple as sending to the underworld.

A female ghost will be transformed into a ghost for three hundred years. Even if she has not committed any sins, she will have to go through hell. However, salvation will forgive her sins and allow her to reincarnate directly.

Qin He had powerful magic power and profound merits. In just a dozen breaths, he had dispelled all the ghost energy and resentment from Zhao Hongyu's body. She was wrapped in a white mist, and her soul pupils regained clarity.

"Since ancient times, who can completely let go of the grudges and hatreds? The obsession in your heart is nothing but a prison that traps your heart. Your relatives have already reincarnated. Only when you let go of your obsession and cut off this life can you have an afterlife." Qin He pinched the seal with his hand. If Zhao Hongyu still refused to let go of her obsession after the salvation, then he would have to disperse her.

Zhao Hongyu's eyes instantly filled with tears. After struggling for a moment, she slowly knelt down and said, "Thank you for your grace in saving my soul. I am willing to obey your orders and reincarnate. I will repay you in my next life for your great kindness."

As soon as she finished speaking, tears began to fall from her eyes, each drop sparkling.

Soul Tears is her last obsession.

When the tears of the soul fall, it cuts off a life.

"Go."

Qin He waved his hand.

"Yes."

Zhao Hongyu bowed three times and kowtowed nine times. Her figure quickly faded and then disappeared without a trace, and she was reincarnated.