The snow was falling, and she was awakened by his call to music.
Wearing a black cloak, she never sees the sun all day long, and wherever she goes she hears the sound of ringing bells.
Many years later, she drank Meng Po soup and stood on the Naihe Bridge, looking at the blood-yellow Wangchuan River. The fishy wind blew against her face, but she was dressed in white, with a pair of watery autumn eyes that showed no desire. She touched her chest, which was empty, and looked towards the Huangquan Road covered with thorns, waiting for an old friend she did not remember.
He overcame obstacles and rushed to the Wangchuan Hell. He was covered in blood, and his dark eyes turned blood red. He sold his soul to the devil and fell into the devil's path. He looked at the graceful woman on the Naihe Bridge, smiled lightly, stretched out his bloody hand to her, and said softly: "Ayou, I'm here to take you home."