This is the eighteenth year since Gu Yu came to this world. Eighteen years is enough for Gu Yu to adapt to this different world. When I opened my eyes for the first time, I was quite calm. I had thought before that if a person dies, will there be a soul? If there is a soul, will there be heaven or hell? Will there be Meng Po standing at the bridge, holding a bowl of soup tremblingly?
"Girl, come on, don't worry about freezing along the way. Drink a bowl of hot soup. After crossing this bridge, forget everything and start all over again."
"Is it Meng Po soup?" Gu Yu asked, but his hands did not hesitate and he looked around, looking at the desolate scene.
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