"Watch your step."
Hei Wuchang suddenly reached out to stop Jiang Muyao.
"This bridge..."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Muyao had already stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.
In an instant, the black water in the Forgotten River began to boil.
'Gurgle Gurgle'
It seemed like something terrifying was about to rush out.
Countless pairs of ghost hands stretched out wildly from the black water. They were skinny and had sharp fingertips, attacking Jiang Muyao.
But just when he was about to touch the corner of her clothes, he suddenly shrank back as if he had been electrocuted.
The surface of the Forgetful River suddenly returned to calm, as if the scene just now had never happened.
The two ghosts, Black and White Impermanence, looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.
On weekdays, the water of the Wangchuan River under the Naihe Bridge is surging and rolling, and countless vengeful spirits are lurking in it.
No matter how powerful a ghost is, once it steps onto the Naihe Bridge, it will be dragged and torn apart by those ghost hands, or even pulled directly to the bottom of the river.
Even the ghost messengers had to be careful when crossing the bridge, for fear of being haunted by these crazy vengeful spirits.
But how come he suddenly became so docile when facing Jiang Muyao today? Where did his rebellious look go?
They even suspected that they were dreaming. Could ghosts also dream?
Hei Wuchang's hand froze in mid-air, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Bai Wuchang's long tongue snapped off and became even longer, and even the "One Sight Brings Wealth" on his tall hat became a little crooked.
"This..." Hei Wuchang's voice was dry, "You..."
Jiang Muyao stood in the middle of Naihe Bridge, looking down at the calm black water beneath her feet, raised her eyebrows and said:
"What's wrong with this bridge?"
Black and White Impermanence: “…”
With every step Jiang Muyao took, the water of the Forgetful River automatically parted, as if it was afraid of something.
Those ghost hands that were originally showing their fangs and claws have now all shrunk under the water.
The vengeful spirits were as quiet as chickens, not even daring to make a sound.
Bai Wuchang finally rolled back his tongue. He turned stiffly and looked at Hei Wuchang:
"Old Black, are my eyes blurry?"
"...No...I saw it too."
Jiang Muyao turned around and saw the two ghosts still standing there.
"You're not leaving?"
The Black and White Impermanence finally reacted, collected their thoughts, and quickly followed.
Black Impermanence's chains rattled, and White Impermanence's mourning stick trembled slightly.
Two ghosts followed Jiang Muyao, one on the left and one on the right, like two guards.
"Who is this person...?" Bai Wuchang secretly sent a message to Hei Wuchang.
"I don't know, but since Lord Yan specially summoned me, it must be something special."
"But those guys in the Wangchuan River didn't even give face to the Lord of Hell..."
Hei Wuchang ignored Bai Wuchang and just silently quickened his pace.
He is also helpless... He also wants to know...
After crossing the Naihe Bridge, not far away is the Mengpo Pavilion. Mengpo is standing in the pavilion dispensing Mengpo soup, muttering the same unchanging lines:
"Come, come, drink this bowl of soup and forget all the past."
"Drink this soup and forget all the past..."
Jiang Muyao watched from afar. When the Black and White Impermanence stopped at her, they thought she was interested in Meng Po distributing Meng Po soup.
Hei Wuchang then began to introduce:
"This is Meng Po. She distributes Meng Po soup to passing ghosts, allowing them to forget their past lives and reincarnate peacefully."
Bai Wuchang added:
"Mrs. Meng Po has served in the underworld for thousands of years..."
After listening to this, Jiang Muyao raised the corners of her lips slightly and said softly:
"I know."
She paused, her eyes fell on Meng Po's hunched figure, and suddenly spoke:
"She is the famous Meng Jiangnu in history. After crying down the Great Wall, she brewed this bowl of forgetfulness soup in order to forget her painful memories."
Black and White Impermanence: “…”
Meng Jiangnu?
How come they don’t know?
In the archives of the underworld, Meng Po’s origin is clearly written as a spirit of the underworld. When did she become Meng Jiangnu?
Hei Wuchang hesitated and said:
"Miss Jiang, where did you hear that? Lady Mengpo is not..."
Jiang Muyao ignored their surprise and walked straight to Meng Po.
Without even raising her head, Meng Po habitually handed a bowl of Meng Po soup to Jiang Muyao.
"Drink, forget the past, and then you can be reincarnated."
Jiang Muyao didn't answer.
Meng Po waited for a long time, then finally raised her head with a frown and said in surprise:
"Living soul?"
Surprise flashed across her face, and she glanced at the Black and White Impermanence behind her. She thought Jiang Muyao was a wrongly detained soul, so she gently advised:
"Child, go back, this place doesn't belong to you."
Then he said to the Black and White Impermanence in a deep voice:
"What's wrong with you? How could you bring me here when my life span hasn't ended yet?"
Bai Wuchang was about to explain, but Jiang Muyao spoke first:
"Ginger girl."
Meng Po shuddered all over.
This name...hasn't been called for a long time.
It turns out that some people knew that she was Jiang Nu, but the little girl in front of me...she is so young, how could she know all this.
[Meng Jiangnu's surname is not Meng.]
Jiang Muyao looked at her and asked softly:
"Have you found the person you were waiting for?"
Meng Po's pupils shrank slightly, and ripples appeared in her originally calm eyes. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the wooden spoon.
Who are you waiting for?
Who is she waiting for?
There seemed to be something surging in my mind, but I couldn't catch it.
She looked at Jiang Muyao blankly:
“Who am I waiting for??”
Jiang Muyao stared at Meng Po and said slowly:
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