Yan Luo Is Drunk! Let’s Drink Meng Po’s Soup Together

For a thousand years, I've sold watered-down Granny Meng's soup at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, until King Yama flipped my pot. He gripped my chin with a cold laugh and forced the poisoned soup down my throat. “Wife, do you still remember what kind of death your husband loves most?” I hid the packet of gut-wrenching poison and put on a sweet smile. “You've got the wrong ghost, sir~” Then he set up his quarters right by my bridge and watched me brew soup day and night! One moment, he complained the soup was too bland. The next, he made me dive into the River of Forgetfulness to fish for ingredients. He even conjured the ghostly image of a woman in red in the middle of the night to scare the other souls! He tormented me until my heart was broken in my past life, and now he dares force me to drink Granny Meng's soup with him? Excellent! This thousand-year-old female ghost is about to turn the tables: I'll slip things into the soup, stamp the Book of Life and Death at random, and even rip the tiles off his Hall of Yama! Who knew he'd just smile with his hands behind his back? “Had enough? Then it's my turn to win my wife back.” (A spooky, funny historical mystery: a Yama who says one thing but means another × a sharp-tongued, scene-stealing ghost bride. Heartbreak in the past life, sweetness in this one, as they join forces to turn the underworld upside down~)