At the head of Naihe Bridge, the mist was rising, and the souls were quietly lined up in a long queue and moving slowly. On both sides of the queue, ghost soldiers walked back and forth to patrol.
Gently touching the ghost face carving on Naihe Bridge, Meng Ru's eyes were a little moist. The stone bridge remains the same, the River of Forgetfulness remains the same, and the ghost soldiers remain the same. Except for the temples dyed white by the millennium of wind and frost on the bridge of Naihe, she, known as Po Meng, also remains the same.