"You really want to know? If you do, I'll help you."
Jiang Muyao's words seemed to have magic, which made Meng Po look forward to it.
Meng Po's fingers trembled slightly.
"help me..."
Her dry voice sounded like she hadn't spoken in a long time, but she clearly spoke every day...
There was a pleading tone in Meng Po's voice that she herself didn't even notice.
She didn't know why she believed the little girl in front of her so easily.
Perhaps, it was because during these long millennia, she had long been accustomed to being called Meng Po.
And the little girl in front of her was the first to call out her former name.
Jiang Nu.
Hei Wuchang stood aside, unable to get a word in. They had never seen Meng Po like this before.
On weekdays, she just mechanically made soup and served it to customers, day after day, year after year, like an empty shell without any emotions.
But now, there is light in her eyes...
Jiang Muyao nodded, and the golden light between her fingers appeared again.
"It might hurt a little."
Meng Po smiled, her wrinkles smoothed out, and she revealed some of her youthful grace.
"How many years have you lived as an old woman? Are you still afraid of pain?"
Jiang Muyao said no more and raised her hand to press on Meng Po's eyebrows.
In an instant, the entire Naihe Bridge was filled with cold winds, and the waters of the Wangchuan River surged violently.
Countless vengeful spirits made shrill sounds...
Meng Po trembled violently, and the old expression on her face began to change slowly under the reflection of the golden light.
Wrinkles faded, white hair turned black, and the hunched back gradually straightened...
**
Thousands of years ago, at the foot of the Great Wall
The cold wind was howling and the snow was falling heavily.
The young Jiang girl knelt in front of the ruins of the city wall, her fingers covered in blood and her tears turned into frost.
"Mr. Fan...Mr. Fan..."
Her cries were earth-shattering...
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