I am Po Meng, but I cannot see the reincarnation of my soul. I send the dying on the road to hell. I guarded my shop and watched the people coming and going. I sent away one life after another, watching them disappear gradually, but I was indifferent; I guarded my lover, watching their greedy people come and go... This can be regarded as a warm little story of redemption!
Intention: Boss, I still love this world and this continent