The cold wind on the Naihe Bridge carried the bitterness of Meng Po's soup, and Ding Ling'er's knuckles holding the stoneware bowl turned white. The memories of the first three lives flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern: being defrauded of all her savings by a rich second generation, being sold into a brothel by a poor scholar, having her heart blood cut out to make elixirs by a noble prince... Hot tears fell on the edge of the bowl, and she suddenly laughed up to the sky and poured Meng Po soup into the Wangchuan River.
"My aunt quits!" The hoarse roar frightened the crows flying on the shore, "Whoever loves this broken marriage line will want it!"
The waves of the Forgotten River suddenly surged, and the man in black robe emerged through the black mist. His eyebrows were picturesque but cold and stern, and the golden patterns on his black sleeves were hidden. He was none other than the Great Emperor Fengdu. "Want to stay in the underworld?"
Ding Linger knelt down and said, "Sir, please take me in! As long as you can avoid those rotten peach blossoms, you can be a cow or a horse!"
Three hundred years later, the ghost guards looked at Ding Ling'er who was tied to the pillar of rebirth, and shook their heads and sighed. After this aunt was accepted as a disciple by Emperor Fengdu and recognized the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace as her brother, the underworld never stopped. Relying on everyone's love, she started eating melons every day, then helped Meng Po make soup, and now she dares to lift the tiles of the Yama Palace, causing hell and chaos. At this moment, she was winking at Emperor Fengdu who came after hearing the news: "Master, it really was the tea cup that he dropped by himself!"
"That's enough." The man's whole body was filled with coldness, and he raised his hand to form a seal, "You go to the human world to experience tribulations and accumulate merit. When you have accumulated enough, you will come back."
Before Ding Ling'er could defend himself, he was swallowed by the black mist. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the streets of City B in the human world. The neon lights are flashing, the traffic is busy, and the familiar and unfamiliar atmosphere blows in the face...
This book is super nice