Because Ah Mao's sense of taste and smell was sealed by Chang Ya, she didn't feel any discomfort this time, she ran over in a few steps, but she only saw a river full of blood, and there was no trace of Wutan.

"Do you think that ugly monster is playing tricks on us? My dad is clearly not here! Shigeru was so angry that he turned around to leave, but when he turned sideways, he saw a narrow river not far from his left.

Obviously, the river channel of Lethe River is wide, and standing on the bank of Lethe River, it is absolutely impossible to see the other side. But this river is strange, it is only a tenth of the width of Lethe, and there is a bridge in disrepair over this narrow channel, and due to the thick blood mist, Shigeru can't see what is happening on the bridge, but he finds that a few new ghosts will walk down the bridge from time to time.

Ah Mao looked back at Chang Ya and saw that he had also noticed this at the same moment, so he said, "There, is it the legendary Nai He Bridge?" ”

"Well, it's possible." Chang Ya nodded, his eyes sank, everything seemed to be so smooth, which made him feel a little weird inexplicably.

Mao and Chang Ya walked up the bridge cautiously, and the new ghosts who passed by them were all lost and depressed, these new ghosts had just drunk Meng Po soup, forgot the past, and walked on the bridge in a daze, and a few unlucky ghosts who accidentally fell off the bridge were immediately submerged by the water of Lethe, and returned to calm after a few bubbles on the water.

However, the bridge was not long, and they soon walked to the other side of the Lethe River, Chang Ya knew that the other side of the river must be guarded by Meng Po, although they were wearing a peach wood card, but this wooden card could only resist the lower ghosts, and of course it had no effect on these managers of the underworld. Thinking of this, he simply formed an enchantment that was soundproof and phase-resistant, so as to prevent being seen by Meng Po.

On the bank of the Lechuan River, next to the bridge, there is a huge iron pot, and the firewood under the iron pot is sizzling, and after a while, I hear the gurgling sound of Meng Po soup in the iron pot.

"All in line! One bowl of soup per person, if you don't drink it, don't think about reincarnation. Meng Po muttered impatiently the old words that had been muttering for tens of thousands of years, and the big soup spoon in her hand kept stirring the soup that had been boiling in the iron pot.

She has silver hair, her figure is a little rickety, and her hand holding the spoon is very rough, and when she looks up and shouts, you can see the nasolabial folds on her face and the vicissitudes of her eyebrows.

Mao couldn't help sighing, no one would be born like this, but time is not waiting, and the Fanghua girl will eventually become such an ugly old woman. Time is a pig-killing knife, but it will not kill you at once, but will leave one scar after another on your body until you become numb, until you become ugly.

Ah Mao was looking at Meng Po with a daze, but heard Chang Ya say: "Ah Mao, look over there!" ”

Mao was startled, and suddenly felt a sense of homesickness in his heart. She looked in the direction Chang Ya was pointing, and saw a figure in a light blue robe bending over and silently picking the manzhu sawa on the shore. But this Manju Sawa is very strange, and every time he picks a tree, it will regrow exactly the same flower in its original position.

Amao was secretly surprised, and involuntarily walked towards the blue figure.

Chang Ya looked at Meng Po not far away, and waved his wide sleeves lightly, the enchantment between him and Ah Mao was easily moved to Meng Po's body, and now they are exposed to the underworld, and Meng Po was sealed in the enchantment by Chang Ya and was unconscious, she couldn't see or hear the sound outside the enchantment at all.

"This flower is so beautiful!" Mao reached out and plucked one and played with it in his hand, but the man didn't look up, just bent down blindly to pick Manzhu Shahua. Mao didn't dare to disturb him, just stood quietly beside him and watched him move. It seemed that after a long time, Ah Mao saw that the man didn't look back at her, and he had no intention of talking to her, so he finally couldn't hold back, stepped forward a few steps, and plucked up the courage to say, "Are you Wutan?" ”

The man's figure was shocked, straightened up, and turned to look at the girl in white standing behind him. While he looked at her, Mao also saw his face, it was a warm and handsome face, the years never seemed to have left any traces on his face, his eyes were beautiful blue, blue like the sea, which reminded Mao of Ao Pei's blue eyes. But his eyes were empty, without a trace of life.

The man looked at Mao blankly, and the moment he saw her eyes, he was suddenly stunned, those eyes were very similar to himself, he suddenly couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the basket full of Manzhu Sawa fell to the ground. "Ning'er? You...... You are...... Ning'er? He was a little incoherent as he walked into Amao step by step, his eyes filled with eager anticipation and a hint of uncertainty.

Mao looked at the man who looked to be about the same age as Chang Ya, and suddenly felt like he was in a dream. The father who appeared out of thin air stood in front of her, and he looked so young and handsome, Shigeru's heart almost collapsed. However, no matter how devastated, Dad still has to admit it.

"I ...... That one...... You might as well call me Shigeru. Shigeru took two steps back.

The man didn't seem to hear Mao's words, and took a few steps forward to hold Mao's face and looked at her closely. The anticipation in his eyes gradually turned into joy, and that trace of uncertainty had long since disappeared, and he suddenly smiled: "It's really Ning'er, he really kept his promise." His eyes flashed, and he said: "Ning'er, have you been doing well all these years, it's because your father is useless and has made you suffer." He said that his eyes were a little red, and he reached out to touch Amao's head.

"You, really my father?" Mao still can't believe this fact, shouldn't this thing be a kind uncle? No matter how you look at this young beautiful man, there is a strong sense of disobedience. She sighed secretly in her heart, what kind of world is this, even if her mother Mo Xue is more beautiful than her, now even her father is more beautiful than her, this day is really unbearable.

The man nodded solemnly, he hesitated to look at Chang Ya who was standing not far away, as if he was afraid that he would hear his conversation with his daughter. Mao looked back at Chang Ya, he didn't follow, and Mao knew that he was doing it out of respect for her. Her heart warmed, the corners of her mouth inadvertently smiled, and she turned back to the man and explained: "His name is Chang Ya, it's mine...... Friend. ”

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, glanced at Chang Ya again, a smile appeared on Qingjun's face, and said, "I am Wutan, the queen of Qingqiu, and your father." ”

This answer was already expected by Shigeru, and what she wanted to know now was not this, but something else, "Ahem, Dad." Amao shouted this word very stiffly, and his heart seemed to be much more relaxed. She is no longer an orphan, she is a child with a father and a mother. Although she only has an adoptive mother, she believes that her own mother must be watching her somewhere and protecting her.