It's just the beginning, and it's also the ending.
On the day I walked onto the Naihe Bridge after my death, there was a grand fireworks display on the Wangchuan River.
But the fireworks of the underworld are not a happy event, but the soul of the dead who is obsessed with it and refuses to cross the bridge and be reincarnated. It uses up the last bit of soul fire and burns itself into nothingness. That day I was taken away by a dark shadow, and later someone identified me as my sister. Her name is Yin Shuang, she claims to be my sister, she is venomous and has a soft heart. She is best at credit and scaring ghosts. She takes me back and forth between the human world and the underworld, collects souls, leads the way, and brings business to Mrs. Yunqi's hotel.
There are two hotels in front of the Naihe Bridge: the Chunhan Tower at the foot of the Pinshan Mountain in the Yangjian is designed to receive new souls who have just died seven days ago; the Qiubi Tower in front of the Naihe Bridge in the Underworld is for those who have passed through the gate of hell but have not been able to get on the bridge.
No matter how arrogant she is, her sister has become Nie Xiaoqian and Du Liniang. She is looking for an old person in the world who pronounces "bright moonlight in front of the bed" as "silver moonlight in front of the window". She has found professors, monks, actors, screenwriters and all kinds of outrageous men, and made a lot of ridiculous jokes.
Until in the hospital, a young man who wanted to die read the wrong poem. His sister violated the rules and took him to the underworld, but no such soul was found at the gate of hell. So Dongyue Temple came to investigate, Tiandi Bank turned over the accounts, Ksitigarbha Temple secretly helped, and Qiubi Tower hid a person who shouldn't exist. It turns out that the most difficult thing to cross in the underworld is never the souls of the dead, but the people who have not waited for you, the words you have not finished speaking, and the old accounts that cannot even be settled in the book of life and death.
My sister once laughed at the stupidity of those dead souls who were burned into fireworks.
But many years later, fireworks bloomed for the second time on the Wangchuan River.
That time, it was her.
Intention: Some people cannot cross the bridge, not because they are afraid of the next life, but because they are reluctant to return their old dreams to Wangchuan