Beside the Forgotten River is the most ominous place, with ghosts wailing and the sky full of darkness and depression.
If the only colors on this endless river of forgetfulness should be the red dress of Po Meng and the endless flowers of the other side under the bridge.
Day after day, bowls of Meng Po soup were brought out, but there was no shortage of soup in the pot.
On this day, a sudden gust of wind mixed with red light blew. All the little ghosts hurriedly got out of the way, and the ghosts were frightened and took out their soul chains one after another.
"Ah! It's the Demon Lord!"
"I didn't know that the Demon Lord was here in person, and his crime deserves death."
All the ghosts knelt down and bowed their heads.
It is rare for Demon Lord Jiang Nianmo to visit the ghost world in person. The ghosts recognize him because of the dark red mark on his forehead and the legendary handsome face.
I saw him with a slender figure, climbing up the Naihe Bridge step by step.
Po Meng was dressed in red, her face covered with a veil, her eyes were extremely beautiful, and her voice was old and hoarse: "Po Meng welcomes the Demon Lord."
"Can you see the woman in the painting passing by here?"
"No."
Fortunately, the Demon Lord was not in trouble, and soon the long journey of reincarnation began again by the Wangchuan River.
An ignorant kid looked at Po Meng in surprise: "Mr. Meng, why are you crying?"
Intention: Be firm in your heart and never forget your original intention