However, Mo Bo had never thought that after thousands of years of soul crossing by the bridge, he was just attracting the soul of an unknown female, and that he would be met with misfortune. The soul-locking chain bound his body, and he was driven into the depths of the eighteenth level of hell, and was charged with releasing resentful spirits privately and disrupting reincarnation.
Over the long years, he silently endured the punishment of the underworld. When the sentence was about to end, the familiar figure came from the depths of the netherworld and smiled slightly: "Ferryman, we finally meet."
In a blink of an eye, there were many strange phenomena in the underworld, the Yin spirits were restless, Meng Po was nowhere to be found, and all the Yamas in the ten palaces were silent. Mo Bo looked at the mark of reincarnation emerging on his palm, and suddenly realized: the souls he extradited over the past thousand years were never ordinary souls, but a cause and effect that had been deliberately tampered with.
