Yan Wang Ah Qi Volume 1

In March of Yangchun, poplar catkins fluttered gracefully in Linjia Village.

A straight road stretches and converges into a point, with no end in sight.The morning sun slanted through the woods, and the young leaves and white catkins of the poplar trees swayed with the wind, mottled and shining on the asphalt road, as if dancing a cheerful spring song.

Linjia Village is in the suburbs, more than 20 kilometers away from the urban area. It is a village that is not too rich but not too poor.One by one, the cars drove across the two-lane asphalt road.Even if they saw a woman in shabby clothes and shabby clothes by the side of the road, they didn't stop to inquire.It's not that the people passing by are ruthless, but that they have become accustomed to it.

The woman's name is Liu Meiying, in her early thirties.A few years ago, my husband was out for transportation, and he swerved to avoid the out-of-control oil tanker on the opposite side and fell off the cliff.Three years ago, Liu Meiying's 8-year-old child was caught in the wheel of a drunk car on the way to school, which is now the asphalt road, and his head was crushed.Liu Meiying was filled with remorse. If it wasn't for the poverty of the family, how could her son not even be able to sit on the school bus, and how could he be in a car accident?During the period when she just lost her parent and child, Liu Meiying shed tears every day and was in a trance. At night, she had nightmares and panic.The woman in extreme pain gradually began to tamper with her own memory subconsciously, deleting those nightmare experiences and adding false memories that did not exist in this time and space.Commonly known as self-hypnosis, or schizophrenia.

Since then, the unfortunate woman has gone mad.She forgot her age, she forgot her identity as a woman, she no longer cared about her dress, and no longer cared about the eyes and words of people around her.The only thing left in her mind was the one she could accept and look forward to: her baby was on that asphalt road, and she was going to find him, desperate to find him.

For three years, day after day, year after year, she started to go out at 8:20 every morning, came to this asphalt road, and looked for her 8-year-old son.She walked through more than half of the town and passed through more than [-] villages.At twelve o'clock in the noon, she went home on time for lunch, and then went out at one o'clock in the afternoon, repeating the path she walked in the morning and continuing the journey of searching.She asked everyone, have you seen my son, [-] years old, short and thin, with a tear mole in his left eye.Everyone in the ten miles and eight villages knew that there was a mad woman in Linjia Village who was trying to find her long-dead son on this asphalt road.

A week later, at the same early morning, the vehicle passing by on the asphalt road and rushing to work in the city suddenly found that the crazy woman Liu Meiying had disappeared.For a moment, everyone felt a little empty in their hearts, as if lost.In the past three years, Liu Meiying has been rain or shine, and the time she appears on the asphalt road is more accurate than anyone else, even though she doesn't even have an alarm clock at home.Now, she didn't show up.People have speculated: Is she really ill, or is she recovering?No matter what the reason is, people who are accustomed to it have a faint feeling of being missed.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly and warmly on her body, and Liu Meiying appeared again.She was looking for her child as usual, asking every passerby.She asked several people, but no one answered her, as if she couldn't see her at all.But she was not discouraged, such things often happened, and whether to answer or not was her business, and she couldn't force it.

Until a man in a white shirt and ancient costume walked up to him.His eyebrows are like ink paintings, a pair of slender eyes are warm and elegant, and his black hair is like silk, tied with a white ribbon.He walked quietly, without a trace of footsteps, as if with an aura that lasted thousands of years, implying his extraordinary identity.He smiled leisurely, his eyes were soft, everything in the world seemed to be no longer important, no longer noisy, so quiet that only he and the woman in front of him were left.

He didn't speak, but an ethereal and warm voice sounded in Liu Meiying's heart: "Hi Liu Meiying, my name is Yan Qi." Yan Qi...a strange name she had never heard of.She tried to ask: "You know me?" The man nodded.Liu Meiying did not delve into it, and asked impatiently: "Then have you seen my son, an eight-year-old boy, about this tall, very thin, with a tear mole at the corner of his left eye?" Yan Qi shook his head.Liu Meiying still didn't give up, this was the first person to respond to her today: "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen him, then have you heard of him?" Yan Qi still shook his head.Liu Meiying said to herself: "Our child is usually very quiet, maybe today he is too playful and forgot to go home, I have to go find him, or the food will get cold..."

Yan Qi looked at the back of the woman going away, and the words he had prepared before suddenly disappeared with the wind without a trace.He sank into concentration, and sighed gracefully.Suddenly, two figures, one black and one white, fell in front of him.The two fell to their knees and met their master.

Yan Qi waved his hand, signaling Black and White Wuchang to get up, and said: "Bian, Wu'ai, you are late."

"Your Highness, she is delirious, how did you persuade her to go to the Town God's Temple?" Bai Wuchang Xie Bi'an was tall and thin, a young man with a weak crown, and asked very frankly.

Hei Wuchang and Fan Wushe on the side had a cold and arrogant personality, jealous of evil, but now he heard that Yan Qi went out to recover his soul, and his face darkened a bit.

Yan Qi saw the two people's feelings in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised a hint of playfulness: "How did I ever say that I persuaded Liu Meiying to go to the Town God's Temple?"

"Then what do you mean?" Fan Wushe suddenly felt an ominous premonition...

Yan Qi raised his head and looked into the distance, the sunlight pierced through layers of dense leaves, casting a flare on his right cheekbone.He chuckled lightly, and said harmlessly, "I let her go."

Fan Wushe almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!Thousands of years have passed since the Change of the Forgotten River, and the Underworld has only completed one-third of the work of restoring the hard target of balance between humans and ghosts.The biggest obstacle among them is Yan Qi, the boss of the underworld.He has done countless things like letting go of the soul and letting it become a lonely ghost like today.I think of her, Fan Wushe and Xie Bi'an, who have worked day and night for more than 200 years, searching all over the world for wild souls that have not been reported to Chenghuang Temple.It's good for Yan Qi, he comes to the world for a walk from time to time, and when he encounters a soul that has missed him too much, he will let it go directly.But he is the boss of the underworld after all, Fan Wushe can only curse a few words in his heart, and she still can't do such a thing like accusing His Highness Hades face to face.

Xie Bi'an, the little white rabbit, was more straightforward. He asked out of curiosity: "Your Highness, why did you let her go? She has been crazy for the past three years, and her life is neither human nor ghost. It's better to die. In fact, you just need to tell her that her son has gone to the underworld, and she will not refuse to go to the Chenghuang Temple to report when she regains her senses."

Yan Qi's eyes flickered, he glanced at Xie Bi'an, then raised his head again, and looked further into the distance. "Life is better than death? How do you know that her life is better than death?"

Fan Wushe said: "Anyone who sees her in this state will feel that she is living in a particularly miserable life, and it is better to die."

"But have you ever thought about it, did Liu Meiying herself feel that life would be worse than death in the past three years?"

Fan Wushe said disdainfully: "Wouldn't it be more pitiful for people who have even forgotten their sorrow and pain."

Facing the direction where the sun was shining, Yan Qi let out a long sigh and said sternly: "If forgetting the past can make people feel safe and happy, then why not. For Liu Meiying, these three years are actually her life. She lived the simplest and happiest time. In order to continue this time, she even chose to forget her own death. Redeeming her from the illusion and making her realize the pain she had experienced is tantamount to killing her soul. The underworld is responsible for recovering evil spirits, but not for killing them, especially a pure soul. The world is so vast, there should be a place for her. For her, this asphalt road has no end. She will walk on this road day after day, looking for the 8-year-old boy who will never change in her heart."

After saying this, Yan Qi suddenly turned into a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.

However, at this moment, Fan Wushe still saw the warmth in the corner of his eyes.