Every day in this world, people die, and every day people are reincarnated.

Meng Po's place was thriving day after day.

Meng Po muttered, "Drink the Meng Po soup, and forget the sorrows of your past life."

Every ghost that comes from the Bridge of Helplessness becomes dazed after drinking Meng Po's soup. No matter how much love and hate they had in the past, they will embrace a new life with a blank slate.

Jiang Si greeted, "Hello, Sister Wind Goddess."

Everyone calls her Meng Po, but who knows that Meng Po is actually the Wind Goddess, or at least in a young and graceful form, rather than an old woman?

Using certain terms of address can be harmful.

Meng Po lifted her eyelids slightly, then lowered her head to concentrate on serving her soup. "You don't come to the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. What brings you here?"

Jiang Si is already a regular in the underworld.

There must be something going on to get this person to come down.

Jiang Si pulled Xie Wei forward and said with a smile, "When this child was reincarnated, he was missing a soul. I wanted to ask you to take a look and help him fix it."

Xie Wei was not afraid at all when she first came to the underworld.

She was short, only reaching the rim of the pot of Meng Po soup.

She looked at the bubbling, thick, green Meng Po soup, then looked at Meng Po with eager eyes, the meaning in her eyes was self-evident: she wanted to try it.

Jiang Si: "..."

Do you know what it is? I want to try it.

Meng Po looked over with her beautiful eyes and smiled gently, saying, "You can't taste this, or you'll forget your mother." Meng Po had a cool and aloof appearance, but her smile had a melting touch, like spring rain.

The soup of oblivion contains six flavors, and the missing soul of Xie Wei happens to govern the six flavors of the human world. All Meng Po needs is some ingredients; the question is whether she can help.

"It was nothing," Meng Po said, "but I should still accept some reward."

Jiang Si knew it wasn't that simple. "What do you want me to do?"

"You will stay here in my place for ten days."

Jiang Si: "..."

"Isn't this against the rules?" You should know that Meng Po is a divine being, not just some random cat or dog.

“My rules are my rules,” Meng Po said coldly. “If you are unwilling, then it’s fine to let this child live a carefree life.”

After saying that, he continued to bow his head and numbly serve soup to the passing ghosts day after day.

Jiang Si looked down at Xie Wei.

Xie Wei was still confused, looking up at her with innocent eyes.

Jiang Si could, of course, ignore it, but giving up halfway through a task is not her principle; she'd see it through to the end.

She'll just consider it volunteering in the underworld.

"Okay, you help her first. I mean what I say, and I'll come down and cover for you for ten days."

Meng Po seemed to have been certain all along that Jiang Si would agree.

She took out the materials and flipped them around in her hands for a few seconds before a point of light entered Xie Wei's mind.

Xie Wei immediately drifted into a deep sleep.

Jiang Si quickly helped her up and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Si took the person upstairs and sent Xie Wei's soul back into her body.

She will soon wake up, and her mother will recover.

Anyway, Xie Bi'an is already in a mental hospital, and whether this pervert can get out is another matter. The world is vast, and the mother and daughter can stay in the Xie family if they want, or leave if they want.

Wherever the world is, they can go.

Jiang Si arrived at the underworld as promised. Meng Tang had already taken off his work clothes and handed them to Jiang Si.

"Thanks for your hard work."

After saying that, he hurriedly left, disappearing in an instant like a gust of wind.

As expected of the Wind God.

Meng Po is a divine being, and for thousands of years, there has never been a story of Meng Po taking leave.

After all, reincarnation waits for no one.

Throughout history, there has never been a day when not a single baby was born.

Otherwise, human society would panic.

Jiang Si sighed, "At least Yang Bailao could go back and have a New Year's Eve dinner, but Meng Po has been working in this position for so long and hasn't given me a break."

Even demons can catch their breath after being thrown into a vat of boiling oil.

Jiang Si picked up a soup ladle and shouted, "Drink the Meng Po soup and forget the sorrows of the past."

It looks quite convincing.

Just as he was serving soup to the ghost, a wisp of merit quietly attached itself to her.

It belongs to Chen Rong and her daughter Xie Wei.

With accumulated merit, ascension to immortality is just around the corner.

Jiang Si was even happier doing it.

The job wasn't actually difficult, just a bit tedious. After two days, Jiang Si was already starting to admire Meng Po. She was dedicated to her job day after day, without ever implementing a shift system.

However, not all ghosts can obediently accept their fate.

One of the researchers, who looked like he was doing research, suddenly knelt down: "I'll obediently reincarnate, but can I not drink this soup? My research is really just a little bit short."

"My research results will benefit all people and advance our country's research results by more than ten years. At that time, we will no longer be constrained by other countries."

Jiang Si understood in principle, but reality was harsh.

“Even if you retain your memories, it will still take you more than ten years to grow up. No matter how talented you are, people won’t believe you until you’re a teenager. What’s the use then?” Jiang Si said, “It will still take more than ten years, won’t it?”

Upon hearing this, the research enthusiast covered his face and wept.

"Fate is unfair! Why did I have to die so young!"

Jiang Si saw that he had no external injuries and guessed that he had died suddenly or something like that.

He simply sighed and said, "Take better care of your health in your next life."

Having said that, she stopped listening to his explanation, gave him a sip of soup, and sent him into the cycle of reincarnation.

That's how it is. When a person dies, their responsibilities in this life are fulfilled, and there will always be someone else to take over.

After working part-time as Meng Po for a few days, Jiang Si became familiar with the ghost messengers.

Although Jiang Si looks rather cold, she isn't actually that cold in personality. The ghost messengers aren't too afraid of her, and sometimes when they're bored, they'll tell her gossip about the underworld.

The ghost messenger A pointed to an old ghost on the other side of the Bridge of Helplessness, swinging back and forth but never coming to drink the Meng Po soup to be reincarnated, and said, "Do you know who that is?"

Jiang Si steadily ladled out the soup and asked, "What do you mean?"

"That was a great scholar and a romantic from the previous dynasty. He fell in love with a married man, betrayed his family for him, and ended up disgraced. Guess what happened?"

The second ghost messenger chuckled and said, "Love has always been a source of endless regret."

"That woman's family was brought down by the family of the great scholar. She sought revenge by targeting that romantic, but unfortunately, one fell in love while the other withdrew."

Jiang Si had always been averse to such romantic relationships. She asked, "Since the facts are so unbearable, what was he there for?" It had been hundreds of years; that woman had probably been reincarnated several times over.

"Stubborn as ever, all you want is an answer: did you ever truly love me?"

Jiang Si: "..." I've seen plenty of romantic types, but I've never seen one like this before.

"No, that's not right," Jiang Si asked. "Reincarnation requires passing through here, but hundreds of years have passed, and he still hasn't seen anyone?"

The two ghost messengers sighed in unison, "This is strange indeed."

"So many years have passed, and I still haven't seen that woman come down to report."