The love of one life, two sighs, the rest of life beside the stone of three lives;
Seven sad thoughts, eight kinds of suffering, listening to the sound of rain in Jiuyou City.
He was just the humblest little god in the underworld, maybe not even a god, at least not a jailer, he comforted himself. Hades is like a big prison, and Youdu is like a huge blazing sun above this prison. Ghosts and ghosts come and go, but he is sentenced to lifelong loneliness. He can no longer remember how much time has passed since he was ordered not to enter Youdu again.
It's too long ago that he can no longer remember it. I don't know if it's been too long or he can't remember it. The farthest memory he can remember is the rolling Styx River and the surging River of Oblivion. Going forward, he really can't remember it. He only remembered promising two people to take care of a girl who was as immortal as him. As for why it was two people instead of one or three people, he really couldn't explain it, because he had no way of knowing who it was.
He opened a small shop at the other end of the Styx River, and received the ghosts and ghosts who came and went on Huangquan Road. Some ghosts were full of resentment, maybe they died because of injustice; some ghosts were nagging, maybe because they had unfinished business; some ghosts were in a trance, and they even thought that they were separated from that person...
All sentient beings who drink his wine can forget the past, but his wine has no effect on him. He can only live in such a muddle-headed way for thousands, thousands of years...