The moment the city wall collapsed, dust flew everywhere.
Jiang Nu saw it with her own eyes, her husband, Fan Xiliang.
Buried under the ruins.
She cried until her eyes bled and her soul left her body, but she still refused to stop.
"If you die, I will wait for you until the end of time!"
Jiang Nu's voice echoed among the ruins.
The scene changes and we arrive at the underworld.
In front of the Yama Palace, Jiang Nu's soul knelt on the ground.
Although her figure was frail, she was stubborn and refused to drink the bowl of soup that made her forget everything.
"I don't want to drink." The voice was firm, without any hesitation.
"I'm going to wait for him."
Her eyes were full of stubbornness, as if there was no power in the world that could change her mind.
Lord Yan sat on the high hall, sighing as he watched the scene before him.
He understands the emotions of mortals, but the underworld also has its own rules.
In the end, he couldn't change her obsession, and had no choice but to let her work in the underworld.
He is specifically responsible for making Mengpo soup to save the souls coming and going.
"You have to understand that when mortals reincarnate, their memories are reincarnated and all memories are lost."
Yan Junjun said earnestly.
"Even if he comes back in reincarnation, he won't remember you anymore."
After hearing this, Jiang Nu smiled and her eyes were full of affection and no regrets.
She spoke softly, "It's okay. It's enough for me to remember him."
From that moment on, she began a long and boring wait in this underworld.
Thousands of years have passed in a hurry.
Jiang Nu stayed here day after day, year after year, watching countless dead souls drink the soup she cooked with her own hands and embark on the road of reincarnation.
However, her lover never returned.
As time went by, her memory became increasingly dim, and she seemed to be almost forgetting what he looked like.
Fear came over her. She was afraid that one day she would completely forget him.
Finally, after this long wait and suffering.
She broke down.
Jiang Nu held the bowl of Meng Po soup that she had brewed herself in trembling hands.
Without any hesitation, he drank it all in one gulp.
She chose to forget.
At that moment, all the memories in my mind faded away like the tide.
Her eyes slowly became empty, and then returned to calm.
From then on, there was no more Jiang Nu in the world.
There is only Meng Po, day after day.
Meng Po, who guards the underworld and serves Meng Po soup to the coming and going souls.
Her story was forever buried in the long river of time.
Memories came flooding back.
The memories that had been forcibly erased by Mengpo Soup now emerged clearly in her mind.
Meng Po, no, now she should be called Jiang Nu.
She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with complex emotions, tears silently slid down her cheeks uncontrollably and dripped onto her clothes.
She trembled slightly and looked at Jiang Muyao.
"Is he...reincarnated?"
That voice seemed to have exhausted all her strength, all of which was her endless concern for her lover.
Jiang Muyao nodded and said slowly:
“He has been reincarnated nine times, and he passed by you in each life.
You personally handed him the Meng Po soup you had prepared, but you no longer recognized him."
After hearing this, Jiang Nu covered her face with her hands, unable to hold back any longer, and finally burst into tears.
The sadness of waiting for a thousand years, the regret of missing your lover again and again.
The Black and White Impermanence stood aside, completely shocked by Jiang Muyao's move.
They have served in the underworld for many years and have witnessed countless lives, deaths, and reincarnations.
But I never thought that there was such a story hidden behind Meng Po.
But what shocked and puzzled them was.
Why can Jiang Muyao unlock the effects of Mengpo Soup so easily?
Let Meng Po restore her memory.
Who is she...?
They looked at Jiang Muyao with awe.
Jiang Muyao had no intention of interfering in Meng Po's affairs, but she had just seen Meng Po repeating monotonous movements like a machine.
My heart suddenly felt sour for no reason, and I felt that this shouldn't be the case.
She used a magic trick for some unknown reason.
This technique was obtained by chance in her previous life and is extremely mysterious.
Being able to peek into other people's past, no matter how long ago it was buried.
This was placed in front of Meng Po after she regained her memory.
There are two ways:
One option is to continue staying in the underworld, guarding the soup pot and making Meng Po soup day after day.
The other is to let go of the past and reincarnate.
Jiang Nu, standing by the Naihe Bridge, slowly raised her fingertips and gently stroked her face.
She remembered everything.
I remember the collapse of the Great Wall and the falling snow.
I remembered how I cried so hard that my soul left my body.
I also remembered the face that gradually became blurred during the thousand years of waiting.
I also remember...the determination with which I drank that bowl of soup.
"It turns out that the person I was waiting for had already passed by me."
She opened her thin lips slightly and spoke softly. She was not as collapsed as she had imagined, but rather calm.
Jiang Muyao looked at her and asked:
"What do you want to do now?"
Jiang Nu did not answer immediately, but turned and walked towards the big pot that had accompanied her for a thousand years.
This pot has witnessed her waiting and confusion, and will also witness her rebirth.
She picked up the wooden spoon and stirred it gently, her movements so gentle that it seemed as if she was having a conversation with her past self.
Her voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in this dark place.
"I used to think that I lived to wait for him."
"Later I forgot about it, but I still stayed here, mechanically making soup and serving it, day after day..."
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