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The old people say that after death, the soul will enter the underworld, and the memory will be traced back to the past life and the present life, and then walk through the ghost gate, step on the Huangquan Road, see the flowers on the other side, step across the Lechuan River, step over the Nai He Bridge, drink a bowl of soup given to you by Meng Po, and then look at the Sansheng Stone, and then your short life will really end.

Whether these rumors are credible or not, no one has ever pursued them, and it is impossible to find out whether they are true or false.

Until, a woman wandered in front of the ghost gate, under the gloomy door, there was a soul of the past, and there was no light.

Her face was pale, her eyes glazed over, and she walked forward step by step, as if she had no thoughts, just walking according to the trajectory she was supposed to go.

The woman wore a bright yellow robe with a dragon pattern on the rust, a golden crown on her head, golden boots on her feet, agate in her ears, and a little powder, but she was still glamorous.

Her dignity is different from that of the soul of the past.

Step by step on the Huangquan Road, the loess flying sand is flying all over the sky, the flowers on the other side of the bridge are blooming like fire, and there are more souls there on the bridge.

Many souls lined up in droves, and sure enough, there was an old woman who was cooking soup there, pouring soup into the empty bowls without raising her head.

The soup was colorless, like water.

"The ups and downs are a lifetime, the soup is exhausted but the rest of your life, the road keeps moving forward, and you will find a bright future in the next life." After Meng Po finished speaking expressionlessly, she continued to serve soup to the people behind.

The woman walked over step by step, she looked out of place with the people here, they were all dressed in white, but she was the only one who was extremely noble and dazzling.

Unexpectedly, a different color appeared, Meng Po raised her head, and was really shocked to see her dress.

Meng Po's voice was a little hoarse, and she looked quite kind, she asked, "But the emperor of the world?" ”

The woman nodded silently.

Meng Po looked at her again, as if she was puzzled, "Even if you are the emperor of the world, it is impossible for you to bring things from the world to the underworld." ”

stared at the woman for a long time, and suddenly screamed, "It's you?!" ”

The woman was startled by her, and she couldn't understand what Meng Po was saying.

"This life is really too short." Meng Po sighed.

After that, she put down her spoon and walked to the nearby Lethe River, which was blood-yellow in color, full of lonely spirits and wild ghosts that could not be reincarnated, full of snakes and insects, and a fishy wind.

Meng Po leaned over to look for something, suddenly her eyes opened, and she sighed: "Sure enough, it's him." ”

The woman followed, curiously looking for Meng Po's gaze, but when she saw the person struggling in the river, her eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes were no longer sluggish, but nervous and heartache.

"Why is he struggling in there?"

Meng Po looked back, "You really forgot?" ”

Then Meng Po realized that the person in front of her had already been reincarnated for several lifetimes, "If you forget, forget it, forget it, hurry up and drink the soup, and after drinking the soup, go to reincarnation." ”

"You tell me! He's my husband! It's the husband of my life! What's wrong with him, you tell me!! ”

The woman clutched Meng Po's sleeve tightly, her eyes almost crazy.

The person struggling in the river is the lonely Yao before his death, he was the appearance of his youth, he was surrounded by lonely ghosts and wild ghosts, blood splashed all over his face, but he endured the pain and refused to step out of the river half a step.

And the woman is also the dead Helan.

"I know he's your husband." Meng Po said, "Do you know what the Lethe River does? ”

Heran shook her head, tears streaming down her curly eyelashes.

"The Lechuan River is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that can't be reincarnated, and there are ...... I don't want to be reincarnated in this life. ”

He Lan was puzzled, "Don't you want to be reincarnated in this life?" ”

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