She looked up and glanced at the long line of dead souls.
Their faces were filled with confusion and pain, but in the end they would drink her soup and enter the cycle of reincarnation.
"But now, I understand."
She smiled, her lips curled up, her brows relaxed, as if the shackles of a thousand years had suddenly disappeared.
There is no longer the heaviness of the past, but rather detachment and freedom.
"I'm not staying here to wait for anyone.
But because this is my way."
As she spoke, she picked up the empty bowl, scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot, and handed it to the ghost in front of her with skillful and natural movements.
With gentleness and compassion in his eyes, he said softly, "Drink. Only after the past is over can you be reincarnated."
The ghost took the bowl of soup with trembling hands, a hesitation flashed in his eyes, but in the end he raised his head and drank the soup in one gulp.
In an instant, the obsession in his eyes gradually dissipated, turning into clarity, and his painful face returned to calm.
He bowed slightly to Jiang Nu, turned around and slowly walked towards the road of reincarnation, his figure gradually disappearing...
Jiang Nu watched his back disappear on the road of reincarnation and whispered:
"I help others, and I help myself."
Jiang Muyao looked at Jiang Nu quietly and smiled.
"You're more insightful than I thought."
Jiang Nu turned around and winked at her playfully, revealing a bit of girlish agility.
She said cheerfully, "After living for thousands of years, I must have made some progress."
Meng Po is still the same Meng Po, and the soup is still the same bowl of soup.
But her eyes were no longer empty or confused.
She no longer lives for anyone, she is just herself.
Inside Yama Palace:
Lord Yan looked at the scene in the water mirror and chuckled:
"The people of the Jiang family are indeed all variables."
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