My name is Jiang Wuya.
When I was seventeen years old, I traveled down the mountain for three months. When they returned, all the thirty-seven members of the Jiang family were left with was a pool of blood. Before he died, my father wrote two words in blood: Save me.
I don't understand. But I chased it for ten years.
Ten years later, I chased to the ruins of the Bai Family Villa, accidentally entered an ancient formation, and my soul was swept into the underworld.
At the Wangchuan Ferry, a woman in plain clothes handed me a bowl of soup. She said drink it and cross the bridge.
I didn't drink. I knocked over the bowl.
For three hundred years, no one has ever overturned Meng Po Soup. But she just looked at me and said nothing.
The judge gave me three soul coins, and I will find out the real culprit of the Bai family's destruction within seven days. She said she would see me off and pick me up in seven days.
I never thought that these seven days would take up my whole life.
Later she died, her soul was scattered, and she blocked it for me.
I have been waiting at the Forgotten River Ferry for eight hundred years, waiting for a reincarnated person.
Finally one day, she came.
She took the soup from my hand and said before drinking it: This soup tastes like tears.
She forgot. All forgotten.
I drank the bowl of soup too.
It turns out that this is how I felt when I forgot about her.
Intention: Those who cross others find it difficult to cross by themselves, and those who forget the river are the most unforgettable.