The water of the Wangchuan River is black and glows with an unfathomable dark green color. The silent air makes the coldness a bit strange. The road to the afterlife is full of blooming manjus and sandalwoods, and the bright red ones make the foggy sky appear blood red.
The flowers swayed in the dank air, looking so strange and dazzling.
The new souls are wandering by the Bridge of the Past with empty and helpless eyes, not knowing where they will be taken. It turns out that there really is an afterlife. It turns out that death is the end of life and also the beginning of life.
However, the past and present lives will eventually end in that bowl of Meng Po's water. Even if we are destined to live for three lifetimes, we have long forgotten that even passing by each other on the way to the next life is a luxury...