I Am Meng Po

"Meng Po Soup, Nai He Bridge, troubles in the world of mortals, and crazy dreams..." On the cold Huangquan Road, adult ghosts line up waiting to step onto the Naihe Bridge. Some are in rags, some are made of brocade and satin, some have ferocious faces, and some have severed arms and legs. No matter how they lived during their lifetime, arriving here is the end of their lives and the beginning of their lives. A young woman by the bridge was singing while holding a golden bowl, scooping up red liquid and handing it to the passing ghost. After the ghost drank, he turned around and looked at the other side of the bridge, and then reluctantly stepped onto the Naihe Bridge. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.