She was walking on the Huangquan Road, and when she suddenly looked back, she could not see the starting point. When she looked forward, she could not see the end. Only the dazzling fiery red sea of flowers on both sides accompanied her.
All the people walking on the long road to hell are lonely souls, and no one wants to say a word. On this road to hell, they are recalling the past while walking.
She remembered the first time she met him and the last time she looked at him, and she couldn't help but burst into tears. Little did she know how much she wanted to see him again, but all the words she wanted to say had completely turned into nothingness at this time.
After experiencing the journey of the Ten Palaces of Yama, she finally arrived in front of the Naihe Bridge. A female deity handed her a bowl of soup. The soup was transparent in color and as clear as water. This was Meng Po soup, also called Wangchuan water, and the female deity was none other than Meng Po.
The water of Wangchuan River is made from the tears of a person's life. After drinking it, one will forget the past, a life of love, hatred, and ups and downs, all of which will be completely forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup. The people you care about in this life, the people you hate in this life, will be strangers in the next life.
She took the bowl of Wangchuan water with trembling hands and burst into tears...