The Immortal Cultivation Saga of Mountains and Rivers

“Miss Meng, the heavens and the underworld can witness my devotion! Can you really be so heartless…” On the Bridge of Helplessness in the underworld. A handsome male ghost tenderly clasped the hand Meng Po was using to hold her ladle. “Master Mu, it’s been over two hours. Hurry up and cross the bridge.” “Miss Meng, I speak from the bottom of my heart…” “Mhm, mhm, mhm, I know. Cross the bridge!” “Miss Meng, don’t you believe me?” “I do, I do! Now cross the bridge. There are so many ghosts waiting in line. Don’t hold up my work!” “Miss Meng, you have to wait for me to come back…” “I will, I will. Hurry across, the soup’s about to get cold.” “Miss Meng…” “Mu! If you keep dragging this out, I’ll kick you into the beast realm myself, got it?” “No, no, I’m going… I’m going, all right…” “Miss Meng, you have to think of me.” “Get lost!” At the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, the charming Meng Po let out a long sigh of underworld qi. “Ah… I really can’t drink so much in the future. That lecher tricked me into having soul sex again. What a disgrace to ghosts.” Suddenly, Meng Po stared at the ladle in her hand and cried out. “Brother Jie!” “Come back!” “You haven’t had your soup…” The male ghost who had jumped into the cycle of reincarnation seemed to hear Meng Po’s heartfelt call. “Heh heh, another success.”