Albizia julibrissin bloomed, and the leaves and stamens on the branches were dotted with shadows reflected on the body of a woman in plain clothes. She looked at a pond bridge and walked up it alone. "Girl, let's finish the Meng Po soup." It's tasteless in the mouth, and the tip of your tongue is sour when you swallow it. "My soup is bitter, sweet, spicy and salty, but girl, this soup is sour. Girl, you are feeling wronged. Why don't you tell me about it, maybe I can enlighten you?" The faint smile on the corner of Po Meng's mouth made it difficult to see her eyes and nose clearly. Qingfeng shook his head and thanked Po Meng, put down Po Meng's soup bowl and walked alone to the bridge.
"This woman is so strange. She was an innocent soul, but she was so aggrieved that she didn't say a word. It's so strange, so strange." Po Meng held the bowl and the fog dispersed, revealing the appearance of a delicate woman. "This person did evil in life, but not a single evil ghost bothered her after her death. Dozens of kings of hell didn't know how to judge her, so they ordered this person to return to the earth for another life. Whether she will go to my hell or go to the reincarnation of other worlds depends on the destiny of this woman in more than ten years." Po Meng looked back and was surprised to see that the king of hell had already left when he was about to worship him.
"Oh, what a sin!" Po Meng sighed softly.