Outside the red palace, there was a turbid yellow rain, Yang Huaiping walked carelessly on a white mist, winding road, he looked up at the curtain of turbid yellow rain, for a while, his thoughts became very chaotic.

As he walked farther and farther away, Yang Huaiping walked to the Sansheng Stone next to the Nai He Bridge again, but he didn't want to look at Sansheng again.

Suddenly, Yang Huaiping saw a blood-red, filthy, snake-covered river through the white cold mist at the bottom of the bridge.

After being slightly stunned, Yang Huaiping walked onto the Nai He Bridge where a red lotus bloomed not far away, and through the ethereal smoke, he saw the back of the narrow Nai He Bridge holding a white umbrella.

Yang Huaiping couldn't help but walk towards the back, he looked at the back in front of him was so hazy, ethereal, and beautiful.

After a long time, a clear voice like a dew drop of bamboo leaves came out, "What are you doing with me!"

Yang Huaiping pursed his lips, and he muttered, "I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious about you!"

At this time, the figure holding a white umbrella slowly turned around, and a beautiful face met Yang Huaiping's eyes.

The woman with a beautiful face said quietly: "You and I can meet here, that is a fate, since you and I have a fate, then you can go with me!"

Yang Huaiping paced to the side of the woman with a beautiful face, and he asked with some restraint, "Dare to ask the girl's name?"

The woman with a beautiful face stared at Yang Huaiping up and down, and she said indifferently: "My surname is Meng!"

Yang Huaiping looked at the Nai He Bridge shrouded in cold white mist, he looked up at the woman with a beautiful face in front of him, and Yang Huaiping immediately guessed the identity of the woman in front of him.

When she walked to the middle of the Nai He Bridge, the woman with a beautiful face sat down on the edge of the Nai He Bridge, she looked up at Yang Huaiping and said: "Sit down with me and talk for a while, I'm bored to stay at the bridge of this Nai He Bridge all day long!"

Immediately Yang Huaiping sat down on the Nai He Bridge, he was silent for a moment, Yang Huaiping frowned and asked: "Miss Meng, I used to have some strange dreams, but I was ill-fated and had a rough life in the dream, do you know what is going on?"

The woman with a beautiful face stared at the crimson river water under the bridge with cold water vapor, she stretched out her white hand to catch a drop of turbid yellow rain falling from the sky, and the woman with a beautiful face smiled slightly.

"Do you know why the rain in the sky is always cloudy yellow in the underworld?"

After Yang Huaiping thought for a while, he shook his head and said, "I really don't know what Miss Meng asked!"

The beautiful woman's brows furrowed slightly, and a blue flame rose in her palm to evaporate the turbid yellow rain in her palm, and she said indifferently: "Life, old age, sickness, death, sorrow, resentment, affection, parting, and not wanting are all the sufferings of life, and the suffering in this world will not dissipate in one day, and the rain in the underworld sky will not become clear for a day, not so much that it rains in this sky, but that it is the suffering of the world." ”

Yang Huaiping stretched out his hand to catch a drop of falling rain from under the umbrella bone of the woman with a beautiful face, he put it in his mouth and smacked it, an unprecedented bitterness instantly filled Yang Huaiping's throat, and his brows furrowed deeply, "I didn't expect this rain in the underworld to be really bitter!"

"In a way, you are a person who is more miserable than this rain, because you have experienced the misery of the tenth life, and in the eleventh life, you are still bitter, because this is your life!" The woman with a beautiful face couldn't help but show a deep sympathy in her cool eyes when she looked at Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping took out the origami fan inlaid with gold wire from his waist, and he said with a serious face: "As the saying goes, first bitter and then sweet, I believe that these hardships in front of me are temporary, although I can't foresee whether there will be a rainbow in the sky after this dredging, but after the rain, I think I should have a good mood!"

The woman with a beautiful face smiled indifferently and said: "You are quite optimistic, but it's not too early now, you can accompany me to give those ghosts a decoction, so that they can forget their love and hatred in life, unload the burden of life, and enter the next reincarnation." ”

As she spoke, the woman with a beautiful face stood up with the white umbrella, and she walked lightly towards the end of the bridge.

Yang Huaiping inserted the origami fan inlaid with gold wire back into his waist, and followed the steps of the beautiful woman with a relieved smile on his face.

It didn't take long for Yang Huaiping to walk through the ethereal white mist on the Nai He Bridge to the end of the bridge, and he saw a high stone platform standing at the end of the Nai He Bridge, on which the three red characters of Wangxiang Tai emitted bursts of flawless gloom were written, and the whole platform was sitting and lying on the road, shrouded in cold and misty white fog, making people fall into a fog.

At this moment, many ghosts stood on the lookout platform and looked back at their hometown, their relatives, and their own corpses that had been buried, and in an instant, all kinds of past things poured into their hearts like a tide, happy, painful, sad, and mixed.

Too much nostalgia and reluctance made them start to cry, sobbing, and even crying, and the whole Wangxiang platform presented a scene of mourning and relatives, which seemed very bleak.

At this time, a few ghosts with cold iron chains in their hands and green faces and fangs almost scolded: "Come down, hurry up and drink Meng Po soup, after drinking Meng Po soup, you should cross the Nai He Bridge!"

After the yin spirits standing on the Wangxiang platform heard the rebuke of the ghost, they all wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes with the white clothes on their bodies and walked to the pavilion with high eaves under the Wangxiang platform, lined up in a long line, waiting to drink Meng Po soup.

At this time, the woman with a beautiful face was next to a pot that emitted a faint blue streamer, and the ghosts in the queue were applying decoction medicine in turn.

In the long queue, the ghosts were showing all kinds of expressions, some were wooden, some were calm, some were hideous, and some were afraid, but they were all trembling, and they drank a drop of Meng Po soup to the decoction handed to them half-pushed.

If these ghosts don't drink Meng Po soup, they will not cross the helpless bridge, and if they can't cross the helpless bridge, they will not be reincarnated, which is the iron-like order and rules of the underworld.

Yang Huaiping saw that after drinking Meng Po soup, their expressions became sluggish, forgetting all kinds of previous lives, and stepping on the Nai He Bridge shrouded in white mist.

Suddenly, the narrow Nai He Bridge was divided into three layers, the upper layer was red, the middle layer was yellow, and the bottom layer was black. The lower the level, the more dangerous it becomes, and it is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts who cannot be reincarnated to harm people.

According to the good and evil deeds they have done in their lives, the paths that these ghosts have to take are also different, those who do good deeds in their lives go to the upper level, those who are both good and evil go to the middle level, and those who do evil go to the lower level.

Yang Huaiping saw that the people walking on the upper layer of the Nai He Bridge were safe, and they could walk from the bridge frankly, and the people walking on the middle level would have many lonely souls and wild ghosts, and the people walking on the lower layer of the Nai He Bridge would generally not be able to walk on the bridge, and they would be dragged into the blood-red, filthy, snake-covered river under the Nai He Bridge, suffering and torture.

Just as Yang Huaiping was slightly stunned when he looked at the scene in front of him, he heard a sharp voice of angry reprimand, "You Yin Soul dares to break Lord Meng Po's bowl, you don't want to be reincarnated, if you are so entangled again, I have to beat you into the Lechuan River, so that you can taste the taste of snakes and insects eating hearts!"

Yang Huaiping came back to his senses, he looked up at the pavilion where the woman with a clear face was, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him, this figure seemed so indifferent, bleak, and melancholy, like a sudden past, a drop of delicate flowers like pity.

In just an instant, Yang Huaiping passed by countless ghosts and ran to the pavilion where Meng Po was, because he saw a figure that looked exactly like Hu Yuxuan.

In the past and present life, maybe everything is already doomed, maybe it's just a retrospective, maybe it's just a passing by, and the two people who once loved each other can be reunited.

It didn't take long for Yang Huaiping to walk up to the pale-faced woman in white, and he said coldly to the ghost ghost who was scolding the woman in white who looked exactly like Hu Yuxuan: "You retreat first!"

The ghost said with a look of embarrassment: "But Prince Yang, this Yin Soul Fetus is important......

Before the ghost cha could finish speaking, Yang Huaiping slapped the ghost in the face with a backhand, and he said in a deep voice: "I said let you step down, you just give me a retreat, where are there so many things!"

The woman in white threw herself into Yang Huaiping's arms, and she cried with pear blossoms and rain: "Bingcheng, do you still know me, I am Miaomiao, you said that you guarded the border, and you have not heard from you for many years, do you know how long I have been waiting for you!"

Yang Huaiping's eyes showed an indescribable melancholy, he stretched out his hand to hug the woman in front of him and said, "I know, I know everything, didn't I come here to see you?"

The woman in white trembled a little and said, "Bingcheng, is it okay for you to take me away, I'm afraid of staying here, I'm afraid of drinking Meng Po soup, and I'm even more afraid of forgetting you!"

Yang Huaiping held the shoulders of the woman in white with both hands, he stared at the woman in white and said seriously: "Miaomiao, our fate in this life is over, let's wait for the next life to see each other again, you have to believe that all fate, the two of us will always meet one day in the reincarnation of life and life!"

Hearing this, the woman in white, who looked exactly like Hu Yuxuan, couldn't cry anymore, and she said with a trembling voice: "But after drinking that Meng Po soup, I forgot about you, even if I meet in the next life, am I still the original self?"

Yang Huaiping pulled the woman in white to the cauldron that emitted this blue streamer, and he said calmly to the woman with a clear face: "Miss Meng, please make me a bowl of soup!"

The woman with a clear face took out a big yellow bowl, and she made a bowl of turbid yellow medicinal soup from the cauldron that emitted a blue streamer and handed it to Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping took the bowl and handed it to the woman in white and said, "Miaomiao, obediently drink this Meng Po soup, and wait for us to meet again in the next life!"

The woman in white looked at Yang Huaiping reluctantly for a long time, her lips pursed and she wanted to say something, but Miaomiao's lips choked for a long time and she didn't say a word, and finally she stared at Yang Huaiping affectionately, and still took the bowl in Yang Huaiping's hand tremblingly.

Yang Huaiping watched Miaomiao's expression gradually become sluggish, forgetting all kinds of previous lives, and even forgetting him, he sighed deeply, and after being silent for a long time, Yang Huaiping sent Miaomiao to the top of the Nai He Bridge, and he watched Miao Miao walk through the Nai He Bridge step by step, and stepped into the reincarnation.