[Except for this chapter, all other chapters will be written in the third person]

I have guarded the Netherworld for tens of thousands of years, guarding a corpse, watching "it" gradually decay and dissipate, watching the Manzhu Sawa nourished by "it", blooming extremely bright red and bewitching, the corners of my mouth have been pursed with a smile, a warm and tender smile, I carefully plucked the flowers completely, dried them, and transformed them into my fingertips.

I look at the spiral of flowers on the other side of my fingertips every day, smell its fragrance, love its blood fragrance, look, we are going to be together forever after all.

We...... Who is it?

I don't remember who I am, I don't remember your name, I just know that you are different from those ghosts who are competing to cross the Santu River, and I am not the same as them, and then I realized that even me and you are different.

I, immortal, and forgetful, I only guard you, watch you, and imprison you by my side.

Because, only in this way, can I feel a trace of joy and joy.

Until one day......

Meng Po on the other side of the Santu River walked towards me.

I curled up in a corner of the flowers on the other side of the demonic ye, calm, dazed, and my eyes were scattered.

Meng Po was a beautiful woman in red, her lips were red like blood, and she wore a pair of golden bells on her ankles, and she walked towards me step by step, and the bells were ethereal and beautiful.

But she ...... She never paid attention to me, and I didn't want to talk to her.

She asked me to cross the Lethe River and drink Meng Po soup into reincarnation, and her voice was bewitching and beautiful, and I almost passed with her.

But after the past, can I still keep you by my side? After thinking about it, I stayed on this bank again, watching thousands of ghosts competing to cross the river, watching Manzhu Sawa bloom gorgeously, and watching the fingertip flowers bloom.

The days still passed slowly, calm and flowing, except for the occasional mad scream of the evil spirits who could not cross the river, it was quiet and not noisy, which was just right for me.

After a few more millennia, the Lord of the Nethers found me, the first time I saw him, and the beginning of another nightmare for me.

He's so beautiful, with the smell of a hellish owl.

I was amazed by the scarlet eyes, and the blood-dripping pair of lips were indescribably beautiful.

With a slender hand that looked like a green jade, he pointed to a place in the western sky where the golden light flashed in a trance, and said something I didn't understand, he said: There is no joyful luncheon in hell, only a bloody dinner, and you should have lived in the world.

He smiled, charming and good-looking, and suddenly wanted to turn the smile on the corner of his mouth into a manzhu sawa and imprint it on my eyebrows.

He seemed to see my thoughts, and reached out to caress my eyebrows, the slightest cold touch made me nostalgic. And he said, "Thou, don't be so tactful and uneasy, and be less fettered, and I will send you out of this old garden."

I curled up in the corner, holding the doll I had peeled off before you completely rotted, and looked up at him with a stunned eye, why should I leave? I thought to myself.

How wonderful it is here, why should I leave?

You have to leave. He said.

There was a little more gloom in his eyes, a smile on his lips, and a bewitching and gentle voice.

I refused to leave, but I took the "red skewers" he handed me,...... Skewers dripping with blood.

He said, "It's called a sugar gourd."

Oh, I answered calmly, but my eyes sparkled with longing, and I wanted to take a bite and taste it.

I thought about it, and I really did it.

I cramped in my abdomen and looked up at the Nether Lord in horror as the uneaten string of sugar gourds slipped aside.

……

When I woke up again, I was lying flat on a wooden bed covered with a thin layer of cotton gauze, and I could barely see any light in the darkness around me, only feeling cold and gloomy.

I couldn't hear the ghost's scream, only the sound of ticking and ticking, as if coming from outside the closed room, and I suddenly felt a little claustrophobic and depressed, but not afraid.

I took a deep breath and couldn't smell the erosive scent of Manju Sawa but only a foul stench, the stench of rotting corpses.

Hey? I suddenly wondered how wonderful the process of decomposing the corpse was, the moldy black flowers that bloomed on the flesh, and the fragrance that exuded it was obviously the ultimate temptation, where could there be such a strong stench.

I carefully lifted the cotton gauze on my body, and heard the sound of bones rubbing against each other, and I rolled over, a trace of coldness rushed from the soles of my feet to my whole body, and I couldn't help but shiver, groping around.

Bang! What did I bump into......

Bumped in?!

That's when I realized to my horror that I wasn't a transparent soul anymore! Tears fell uncontrollably.

Tears? After realizing this, I couldn't help but smile again, this thing flowed into my mouth salty, it felt familiar, but I couldn't tell what it was.

I think it must have been the Nether Lord who sent me here, who tricked me into eating that unclean thing.

I hated him, but I thought it was funny.

The smile on my lips became more and more obvious and rampant, and I felt unreasonable for it.

I groped my way and crouched down next to what I had bumped into, and the stench of rotting corpses quickly filled my nostrils, and I hurried back away in discomfort, hitting another wooden bed behind me with rotting corpses.

I ran around with my nose covered, but I always felt a foul-smelling corpse around me.

I was in a fine and dense cold sweat on my forehead, and I wondered, am I nervous and afraid? What are you afraid of? I smiled to myself, put the tip of my right index finger under the tip of my nose, and breathed slowly to feel it, fortunately, the fragrance that belongs to him is still there, and I am not lonely.

I continued to fumble around, came to the door, and stroked the latch above, knowing that the outside was locked and I couldn't open it at all.

But I'm still happy because I don't have to go out, it's good here.

But there is always something that backfires......

I heard the sound of chains clashing outside, and I couldn't help but take a few steps back, followed by a creak, blinding light coming in through the door. I subconsciously raised my hand to block it, but fortunately, my skin didn't burn.

Listen to the evil ghosts drowning in the Santu River, ghosts cannot see the light in the world, and the sun will burn and sting their skin.

So, am I really not a soul now? Is it good or bad?

Before he could think about it, two cold laughs came from the door.

I put down the hand that was blocking my eyes, and looked at the person outside the door with calm and no waves, his white hair was better than snow, his red clothes were like blood, and his deep black eyes were like a whirlpool in the depths of an ice pool, attracting people to fall.

But my heart is not human, and I am not deceived by it.

I saw that he also looked at me carefully, his eyes were heavy, and the corners of his mouth were crooked, all full of banter.

Later, he took me to a place called the "Imperial Palace", and I was placed in a small quiet courtyard, and I did not refuse.