When the little scholar first met Wang Chuan, that handsome boy, he got an uncle from his father's shameless relatives, and was even given a new name by this awesome uncle. The next time I saw him was after the natural disaster the next year. When Shuyang woke up from a coma, he unexpectedly found that he had become the new king of hell in the underworld, and his old father was lining up a thousand meters away in front of the Meng Po stall. As for the man in front of him who was once his uncle and now claimed to be his great-uncle, he was actually the ferryman on the Wangchuan River. Shuyan looked at the underworld that was very different from the descriptions in the books he had read during his lifetime, and the pile of copywriting describing the trivial matters of the underworld on the cutting board in front of him, and felt depressed. [I thought I was the son of destiny, but it turns out it was all my uncle and grandpa's calculation]
Intention: inspirational, positive energy