Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Definitely not.

He slowly relaxed.

That's it, I convinced myself.

Brainwash yourself and then suppress your doubts.

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Outside the Yama Hall.

On the Naihe Bridge.

Yun Si sat lightly on the bridge, her red skirt fluttering and her bare feet swaying slightly.

Holding the half-eaten candied haws in hand, the flower on the other side of the forehead is as bright as fire, burning brightly and with red light, bright and fresh.

The candied haws in her hand was red and smeared with sugar coating. After shaking it a few times, it made her look like a lucky year doll, delicate, cute, and quirky.

In this dark hell, there are remnant souls and ghosts everywhere, looking like dead fish eyes.

Only she appears particularly abrupt and colorful.

Like the guardian spirit of hell, it was born here, abrupt yet inexplicably harmonious.

The lonely ghosts on Naihe Bridge saw her and silently avoided her.

Afraid of offending her.

Beside the bridge, Old Meng Po, who was hard at work making soup, couldn't help but feel sour when she saw her leisurely look.

"You're so lucky, girl."

"No one cares about me when I am born here. I can go wherever I want and do whatever I want."

"It's not as hard as mine. Even at this age, I still can't stop. I have to work every day without even taking a break for half a day."

"...Huh? You want to rest?"

The man sitting at the bridge's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay, okay, you go and have a rest, and I'll help you make soup. I like making soup the most!"

Po Meng: "..."

How come this heartless girl doesn't understand the point of her words? ? ?

Did she mean to take a rest? ?

She hunched over her old body and spat into the soup pot, feeling annoyed.

"Come on, I'll make the soup for you, I'm afraid it won't be until half a day and there will be chaos!"

"The pot I gave you to try last time, I still have a stomachache after drinking it."

"I'm so old that I still have to be found by Yama. I'm so angry!"

"..." The ghostly girl on the bridge stuck out her tongue, "I didn't do it on purpose."

"This is my first time doing it, so there will definitely be a little... little surprise."

She pinched her fingers to show that it was only a little.

It was just a little bit of an accident really.

His eyes are big, his appearance is innocent and a little pitiful.

Po Meng was feeling sorry for herself while grabbing a large spoon and stirring it in the bubbling soup pot.

"Alas...it's a pity that I'm so old, I still have to go to work, I still have to work..."

"I also want to do nothing... and I also want to play every day..."

"When it's my turn to be reincarnated someday, I will definitely be like you. I can live carelessly and foolishly every day..."

"..." The girl on the bridge tilted her head and looked at her, "It's starting again."

She shook her head, indicating that she was used to it.

Po Meng will be like this every day.

When you are tired, you will feel sorry for yourself, blame heaven and earth, and blame the injustice of this world.

You envy everyone you see, and you can find a few places to envy no matter what.

As if she was the most pitiable person in the world, she would start to shed tears as she spoke.

The sad tears flowed down the spoon and fell into the soup pot, mixed with other strange things.

Finally, Meng Po soup was successfully cooked.

The ghosts passing by take a bowl each and take a sip to forget the sorrows of the world.

It's more effective than the wine that relieves a thousand worries.

While listening to Po Meng's complaints, she ate her own candied haws leisurely.