Drink the forgetful soul soup and pass by the Naihe bridge. Not to mention the mortals who were emperors, generals and ministers, ordinary people and beggars, even gods and monsters, if they want to cross the bridge, they have to drink Meng Huanniang's soul-forgetting soup. Those who have been reincarnated and those who have experienced tribulations are no exception.
"Hey, I'm really sorry. I was lazy last night and the soup wasn't cooked yet."
The white-faced girl smiled with crooked eyes, and comforted the long queue of ghosts and spirits without any guilt at all: "It has to be forgotten after all, so why not tell a story to relieve everyone's boredom until the soup of forgotten souls is cooked.
Concept: There are various situations in the world, but paper is short and love is long-lasting