This time Shangguan Qing did not go straight to the Palace of Pluto, but walked to the Naihe Bridge.

There is a thatched house at the head of Naihe Bridge, where ghosts gather to drink Mengpo soup.

At this time, Meng Po was making a new pot of Meng Po soup, and there was a long table next to her with various strange and exotic medicinal materials.

Shangguan Qing walked over and said, "Give me a bowl."

When Meng Po heard the familiar voice, her hand holding the soup spoon paused for two seconds, and she looked up at Shangguan Qing.

If there is a tofu beauty in the world, then Meng Po is the Xi Shi at the Naihe Bridge.

She snorted coldly, "Why, you want to smash my hut to vent your anger again?"

When Shangguan Qing just died, because Meng Po soup had no effect on her, people smashed her hut and destroyed her soup pot every day.

"No, I recovered my memory and wanted to give it a try."

"Are you sure? If it works this time, there will be no Shangguan Qing in the world anymore." She kindly reminded, "After all, you have been in the human world for a thousand years, and there is no one you want to say goodbye to?"

There is no more Shangguan Qing in the world.

bid farewell......

Shangguan Qing's eyes became lonely and his complexion became extremely bad, like a patient who has not yet fully recovered from a serious illness.

"Do you want to drink more?" asked Meng Po.

Shangguan Qing hesitated for a moment, put his hands at his sides and clenched them tightly, then finally heaved a sigh of relief and let go of his hands when he figured it out halfway.

"No more."

She turned and left the hut, and Meng Po's soup was just ready.

She looked at Shangguan Qing's lonely back and sighed, "Alas, no matter if you are a human or a ghost, once you are bound, you can't leave, you are trapped!"

Shangguan Qing heard clearly what Meng Po said and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

She returned to the Netherworld and looked around with a dazed look.

Youxuan noticed that she was acting strangely today.

Oh no, to be precise, ever since she was brought into the short knife, something was wrong with her.

"Sir, is something wrong with you?" He looked worried.

She said in a small and weak voice, "Youxuan, I remember everything. I remember everything I had before I died."

"What!" Youxuan leaped to her side, his mouth wide open in surprise.

"My Lord, isn't this a good thing? Why are you still not happy?"

Isn't this what she has wanted to achieve most in the past thousand years?

"Yes," she said, feeling weaker and more tired. "Why can't I be happy? Instead, I feel very uncomfortable."

Is this what Meng Po meant by being trapped?

"If I successfully walk across the Naihe Bridge and reincarnate, the Netherworld will be handed over to you in the future." She said calmly.

At this moment, the air seemed like an invisible hammer hitting Youxuan's heart, making him feel both blocked and painful.

"Sir..." His voice began to tremble.

Shangguan Qing patted Youxuan's shoulder and said, "Let's go. I should go meet him."

......

Cheng's house.

Cheng Ji came back to get some information and was about to go out when he saw Shangguan Qing suddenly appear in the living room.

"You...what happened just now?" He stood there in shock.

Uncle Yan and other nannies at home suddenly disappeared.

She walked towards him slowly, and Cheng Ji subconsciously dodged backwards. Shangguan Qing saw the fear in his eyes and stopped in front of him.

"How come it appeared like a puff of smoke? Why did everyone disappear? Cheng Ji, this is me."

As soon as she raised her hand, the book on the table flew into her palm.

"I am the Lord of the Netherworld who is in charge of the Book of Life and Death in the underworld. I..." Her eyes suddenly turned red and her voice choked with sobs, "I am leaving."

"What do you mean?" Cheng Ji reacted, without any fear, and strode towards her, holding her shoulders, "Where are you going?"

"I won't come back again, Cheng Ji, thank you, no matter in this life or the last, I will always be your wife."

She stood on tiptoe, tilted her head back and kissed his thin lips.

Just as he reached out and touched her waist.

That’s all.

She disappeared in white smoke.

Uncle Yan, who was standing in the living room, and the nanny who was cleaning appeared.

But, without her.

He suddenly felt a huge void in his heart. It was so sudden that he couldn't react for a long time.

"Mr. Cheng? Mr. Cheng?" Uncle Yan saw that he was in a daze.

Cheng Ji came back to his senses and asked anxiously, "Uncle Yan, did you see Shangguan Qing just now?"

"No." Uncle Yan was puzzled. "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Was that an illusion?" Cheng Ji's eyes were blank. "Uncle Yan, I need to go to the antique shop. Please send these documents to the group office for me."

The driver drove the luxury car all the way, and Cheng Ji sat in the back seat. In his mind, the image of Shangguan Qing turning into a ball of white smoke and appearing in the living room, and then turning into white smoke and disappearing, kept flashing.

She said she was the Lord of the Underworld. Isn't that something that only exists in ghost legends?

There was also the white tiger he met before, which appeared inexplicably and saved his life, and there were antiques in the antique shop that would burn if touched. All the strange phenomena seemed to make sense at this moment.

In an instant, all kinds of images emerged like the rising tide.

He held his forehead with one hand, his head aching.

After more than twenty minutes, I finally arrived at Dengqing Antique Shop, but there was nothing in front of me except a foundation. It was empty.

That’s right, when Dengqing Antique Shop disappeared, the entire store disappeared.

Cheng Ji ran to the foundation in panic and looked around in confusion.

Suddenly, he felt the reality of what he said to Shangguan Qing: "leave."

Tension, disbelief, anxiety, fear, turned into roars,

"Shangguan Qing! Come back here."

Cheng Ji's body went limp, and he fell to his knees with a plop. His knees and the ground made a dull sound, but he seemed to feel no pain.

He clenched his fists, and it felt like the bones at the joints were about to break through the skin in the next second. "Bang, bang, bang!" He punched the ground one after another, and his tears also "dripping" on the ground.

A biting cold wind blew and his lips began to turn purple.

Suddenly, snowflakes fell to the ground, and he looked up in panic.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the joints on the back of his hands were injured due to friction and were still dripping with blood.

He looked up at the barren sky, and cold snowflakes fell on his face, shoulders, and back of his hands, but none of them was as warm as the warmth in his heart at the moment.

"Don't you want the red spider lily? It's here now, can you come back?"

Cheng Ji closed his eyes, tears flowed down his cheeks to his neck, and finally froze.

Just like him now, frozen in a bottomless cold pool, with no one to save him.

In the underworld, beside the Naihe Bridge.

Shangguan Qing appeared in front of Meng Po's thatched cottage again, his eyes empty and lifeless.

Meng Po picked up the soup spoon and scooped a bowl of Meng Po soup, but did not hand it to her. "Have you thought about it? Don't regret it."

"Yeah." Her eyes drooped, her hands drooping weakly, "I now know that the star of solitude in him is because of me, his cold love for half of his life is also because of me, and his previous death record without a death date is also because of me. If it weren't for me, he should have had a healthy family relationship with his parents, and love."

It was enough to make her feel guilty for dragging him down for a lifetime, and now, she was dragging him down for another lifetime.

Meng Po said nothing more and handed the bowl to her.

Shangguan Qing took it and drank it down without hesitation, but the tears in the corners of his eyes flowed uncontrollably.

After drinking a bowl of it, when she opened her eyes again, she had a different expression, one of indifference and nonchalance.

She frowned and wiped away the tears from her eyes, puzzled, "Why am I crying."

Meng Po smiled and said as she did to other ghosts, "Because once you step onto the Naihe Bridge, you are no longer you."

There is no more Shangguan Qing in the world.

"Oh." Shangguan Qing walked towards the Naihe Bridge as she said.

Naihe Bridge is located above the Ruoshui River, connecting the underworld on one end and the human world on the other.

When she was halfway there, someone suddenly called her from behind.

"Shangguan Qing! Shangguan Qing!"

Who is Shangguan Qing? Such a strange name.

But she turned around for some reason, only to see Hades waving at her and shouting, "Goodbye."

Shangguan Qing nodded calmly. She didn’t know him, but maybe she had known him before.

The Naihe Bridge was very long, so long that her legs became weak when she walked there, and she could only support herself with her hands on her thighs to continue walking forward.

The fog ahead was getting thicker and thicker, and the view one meter away was completely blocked by the thick fog.

Shangguan Qing complained, "Why can't we reach the end? What a hell of a place."

"It's not that I can't reach the end, but that you don't want to reach the end." An old man's voice suddenly came from the air, "Some people reach the end in half a meter, while some people walk until they are exhausted and have only walked one-tenth of the way."

"Then what should I do?" she asked, looking up, standing there panting.

"You should ask yourself."

Ask herself.

She had no memory of anything now, and didn't even know why she was here. She only knew that she had to walk across the bridge, and when she reached the end, her mission would be accomplished.

"It's been so long, it's time to go," she said to herself.

But after a while, a circular pool appeared in front of him, with a message next to it saying, "Congratulations, you found the entrance back to the human world."

Shangguan Qing stood by the pool and stretched his head to look at the horizontal surface.

Everything in the human world is reflected inside, including pregnant women in the delivery room who are about to give birth, patients in the intensive care unit who are counting their days, and young men in their youth who are wasting their time.

And she saw a man sitting alone on the beach.

"Why is he crying?" Shangguan Qing suddenly felt uncomfortable.

She stretched out her hand towards the water, inexplicably wanting to wipe away his tears, but she lost her balance and fell into the pool.

Later she fell into a deep sleep, with only the sound of the wind blowing in her ears.

She was falling.

This time, Shangguan Qing really disappeared.

......

Many years later, Cheng Ji stood in front of the foundation of Dengqing Antique Shop with a cane, his face full of wrinkles and his gray hair fluttering in the sea breeze.

"Uncle, why are you crying?"

A woman in her thirties walked up behind him. Her pretty face and lively eyes instantly brought him back to more than thirty years ago.

That was when he met her for the first time.

In the bedroom of Cheng's house, he was hit by the evil blood curse and fell into a coma, and the first person he saw when he woke up was Shangguan Qing.

He smiled and said, "The wind is so strong that it blinds me. Girl, what's your name?"

"Deng Qing, Yu Deng Qing, I named this for myself when I became an adult. Does it sound nice?"

Cheng Ji was stunned for a while, "It sounds good."

"What about you? What's your name?"

"My name is Cheng Ji, and I'm glad to meet you again."