Thousands of years of erosion cannot change the old appearance of Naihe Bridge, and the silent river still flows slowly under the bridge. There were countless evil ghosts under the water that was once like a bright mirror. Those obsessions have long made the river water turbid. Large expanses of flowers on the other side of the river bloomed enchantingly, silent but as beautiful as the sun.
There is no sunshine in the underworld, and the flower of the other side may be the only beautiful thing here.
It is another period of blooming, and the largest Bianhua flower slowly unfolds its layers of blood-colored petals. Under the layers of petals, a black figure of a young man appears.
The underworld is no longer silent, the pattering footsteps move slowly from the flowers, the long black hair is shawl, the black but silent eyes, the dark red flower pattern flowing on the black robe, which is the color of death - but he has the breath of life and death on his body.
The souls wandering around suddenly stopped, and they all looked at this strange young man who walked out of the flowers on the other side.
Po Meng gently poured a bowl of soup into the river and murmured: "Fate, since you have transformed into a human form, then return to the human world...!"