"Meng Po?" Legend has it that there is an old woman by the Naihe Bridge who specializes in brewing Meng Po soup. If a passing ghost drinks a bowl, he can forget his past life and be reincarnated.

"It is indeed I, the old woman."

Bi Xie got goosebumps when he heard her speak. He thought the actress playing "Meng Po" was really dedicated. Her makeup alone was scary enough, and she was even more careful with her lines.

She took the Meng Po soup, glanced inside, and her eye twitched.

That Meng Po soup is utter bullshit! It's just a bowl of bloody water, and I don't know what they added to it. It tastes even more dizzying and nauseating than the most delicious stinky tofu.

If you drink this soup, you'll probably really end up in the underworld.

No wonder they all crossed the bridge without leaving a single one of them.

The photographers following behind, their faces glowing green from the glowing embers, felt a chill run down their spines when they saw the sudden appearance of "Meng Po" (the goddess of forgetfulness). However, seeing the girl in the camera still smiling and laughing, their fear subsided somewhat.

If the young girl isn't afraid, how embarrassing would it be if we grown men were scared out of our wits!

"Little girl, drink up, and you'll be able to cross the bridge..." The old woman forced a smile, her wrinkled skin making her look even more sinister and eerie.

"Grandma, this soup isn't right."

Upon hearing this, Meng Po's smile faded, but she still looked at her with a smile. "Little girl, don't talk nonsense. I've carefully simmered this soup for forty-nine days, adding over a thousand kinds of medicinal herbs that can make people forget their memories. The deeper the memory is, the faster it will be forgotten..."

Bi Xie calmly interrupted her: "Grandma, there's hair in your soup. Look, it's quite long." She picked up a strand of black hair.

Meng Po's face seemed to turn even greener.

"Let's change the bowl, Grandma. This soup will give you diarrhea," Bi Xiete said with a kind smile.

The person playing "Meng Po" was taken aback. Why wasn't this person playing by the rules? After a moment, her face suddenly darkened, and she said sinisterly, "After crossing the Bridge of Helplessness, what do you care about diarrhea? Little girl, I think you don't want to drink the soup I cooked at all, do you?"

"You noticed that?" Bi Xie raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Grandma, this soup you made is really not very good. I have no desire to drink it. Surely none of the people who passed by before were foolish enough to drink your Meng Po soup?"

Meng Po's expression changed immediately, and she flew into a rage, trying to grab her.

Bi Xie swayed and ran two or three zhang in an instant, reaching the center of the Naihe Bridge. She turned back and smiled, "Grandma, you should leave your soup for someone else." Just as she turned around, the bridge suddenly shook violently. Several photographers couldn't keep up with her and were all blocked on the other side of the bridge, watching in horror as "Meng Po" slowly chipped at the bridge chains with a knife.

This... isn't this murder?

Several photographers stood frozen in shock, their eyes widening and pupils contracting as they watched An Xie stumble and fall across the bridge. It took them a moment to react before they rushed to pull "Meng Po" away, shouting, "What are you doing? Someone's going to die!"

"Meng Po" chuckled hoarsely, her voice aged: "No one will die. There's a ghost river under the Bridge of Helplessness. She can swim, so she won't die if she falls in. This is what the production team ordered; it's just for the show..."

The photographers froze on the spot. One of them said, "But the bridge is broken. How are we going to get across and film?"

"There are other paths," Meng Po's sinister laughter sent chills down their spines. Having been a photographer for so long, this was the first time they had ever followed a variety show like this. It was even more thrilling and dangerous than rock climbing.

The group fell silent, their eyes fixed intently on An Xie on the bridge.

Amidst the violent swaying of the bridge, she stumbled and fell like a gust of wind to the center of the bridge. When the bridge chain broke, she grabbed the suspension bridge and swung in the air a few times with the broken bridge, hanging on the cliff face. Then, like a climbing vine, she climbed up the bridge surface.

This speed and adaptability left the photographers speechless, and they quickly adjusted their cameras to point the lenses at her.

The girl in the video was fast and steady, with a neat high ponytail and a striking red tracksuit. Just as she was about to reach the top, the suspension bridge suddenly collapsed and plummeted downwards. The photographers' hearts were in their throats, their hands were sweaty as they fiddled with the cameras, and one of them even screamed in fright.

Bi Xie knew this broken bridge would cause problems; no wonder the production team had a military dagger in the backpack they prepared for her.

Without hesitation, she plunged the dagger into the cliff face, found a foothold, and hung in mid-air.

"My God! If this airs, the ratings will explode!" A photographer exclaimed, pointing his lens at An Xie, who was climbing with a dagger, without even blinking.

Having finally climbed to the top of the rock wall, Bi Xie turned the flashlight around and looked down. It was pitch black below. If one were thinking normally, one would naturally think that this was just a haunted house, and that the building would not be very large. Since "Meng Po" dared to cut the bridge chain, it must not be an abyss below. It might just be a small pit about a meter deep.

But in reality...

Bi Xie looked down at the depth with a deep expression, and sighed inwardly at how much the production team had really spent. To film this variety show that only had four episodes, they actually built such a forest haunted house and dug several feet into the ground to fill it with black river water.

I got up and shone my flashlight ahead; I couldn't see the bottom at all.

Bi Xie took a few steps forward, and suddenly heard a "creaking" sound under his feet, as if he had stepped on something hard.

Looking down, she saw a deathly pale skull with two large, dark, empty eyes staring blankly at her.

"Holy crap!" Bi Xie was startled and quickly moved his feet away. Where the flashlight shone, there were skeletal remains and maggots all over the ground.

Under the eerie glow of will-o'-the-wisps, Bi Xie felt goosebumps all over his arms. The production team was so unethical. Did they buy props or dig up someone's ancestral grave? There were even maggots crawling on that skeleton. It must be a fresh corpse, right?

She's really something.

"Giggle, giggle," a child's laughter suddenly echoed from the empty cave.

The laughter was ethereal, as if it were from afar, yet also as if it were right beside my ear.

"Hehehe, sister, come play with me."

"Hehehe, hehe, sister, can you hear me?"

"I know you can hear me, only you can hear me. Come here, come play with me! If you don't play with me, I'll kill you, hehehehehe..."

That damn smile is scarier than a flower!

"My laughter is nowhere near as terrifying as hers," Ru Hua's voice suddenly rang in Bi Xie's mind, as if speaking of the devil himself.

Bi Xie was stunned for a moment: "Ru Hua, you still know to come back? How many days have you been neglecting your duties?"

Ru Hua paused, then said with a worried expression, "The Ghost Cultivator is missing."