According to legend, drinking Meng Po soup will make you forget.
If you have a choice, you... The distant bell trembles softly, ringing faintly in the horizon, and then sinks. It is the song of the souls lingering day and night on the Naihe Bridge. On the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po leisurely picked up the bowl. There were all kinds of people coming, some were wooden, some were calm, some were ferocious, and some were afraid.
Half pushing, half giving, trembling slightly.
The soup was drank in one gulp. After all, no one could escape. In the end, he had to drink a little bit, not a little bit. Meng Po took the bowl of soup, and Meng Po took the soup bowl.
The cause and effect of past lives cannot be escaped.
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