The red spider lilies formed an endless sea of ​​blood, dazzlingly red. The River of Oblivion meandered around the Gate of Ghosts.

The water of the River of Oblivion could make people forget their past lives, and the soup of Meng Po could make people forget their past deeds.

Many of the water ghosts who fell into the River of Oblivion have lost all their memories. They were almost all in a daze, moving mindlessly, having lost all human characteristics.

An Rugu withdrew her gaze, and with the little jiangshi in her hand, decisively strode forward.

Before long, a small stall came into view. There were many customers in front of the stall and behind it were two ghosts: a man and a woman.

The woman was dressed in a red robe, with a beautiful appearance and long black hair that reached her waist.

The man had a handsome appearance, but his skin was eerily pale. He was soaking wet, with water dripping from his feet for a long time, as if his body was full of water.

The woman sat on a wooden stool with a large pot in front of her. She held a green silk fan in her left hand and a wooden ladle in her right, stirring the pot incessantly with a very relaxed posture.

After stirring for half a turn, she raised her right hand high and poured the soup from the wooden ladle into the bowl going from high to low.

The movements were incredibly smooth, not a single drop of soup spilled; it was clear the person was a skilled worker.

The soup was yellowish-red, with a strange color, and it was bubbling away.

“Can I not drink it?”

The young woman picked up Meng Po’s soup, but hesitated to drink it, sobbing, “I haven’t waited for him yet, I want to be reincarnated with him.”

The beautiful woman didn’t even look up, and said lazily, “Then you just wait, no one’s stopping you. Look over there, there are people waiting just like you.”

Everyone turned to look.

Beside the Bridge of Helplessness, some ghosts sat or stood, each with a different posture, but all were gazing intently in the direction of the Gate of Ghosts, hoping to wait for the person who was meant to come.

“Okay!” The young woman sniffed, clenched her fists, and made up her mind. “I must wait for him.”

Perhaps she was speaking too loudly, for the beautiful woman lifted her eyelids, glanced at her, and said with an expression that was neither sad nor happy. “Then I must remind you, if you walk by the river often, you’re bound to get your shoes wet.”

This meant, being too close to the River of Oblivion, if you don’t reincarnate, you would eventually fall into it.

The beautiful woman glanced sideways at the male ghost beside her, her tone cold and suggestive, “And then you’ll become an ugly ghost like him.”

“Ugly Ghost”: “???”

The handsome man’s face fell, and he was somewhat displeased, but he dared not refute her.

The young woman shook her head and put down Meng Po’s soup in her hand. “No matter what, I must wait for him.”

After saying that, she ran to the Bridge of Helplessness and stood with the group of ghosts of different ages, all looking back towards the Gate of Ghosts.

Because of the limited field of view on the phone, the livestream didn’t capture Meng Po and the others. But just from their voices, everyone had already imagined everything.

[Wow, Meng Po is here! That mature and elegant voice is making my skin crawl. Streamer, let me see what the actress playing Meng Po looks like!]

[Bonus: Meng Po isn’t an old lady but a young woman! This has shocked my whole family. Let me see Meng Po’s stunning beauty.]

[I don’t want to see Meng Po, I just want Meng Po’s soup. Lady Meng Po, please sell me your wares.]

[Hey upstairs, this is no joke! What if this livestream actually goes to the Underworld and Meng Po remembers you?]

[Shocking! On this second livestream, countless viewers across the country suddenly suffered amnesia. Is this a sign of distorted humanity or moral decay? Our reporters will continue to report on this.]

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

An Rugu exchanged a glance with Meng Po from afar and nodded in acknowledgment.

Before a soul could be reincarnated, they must undergo judgment. The wicked go to hell, and only those who were given the chance to be reincarnated could drink the Meng Po soup.

Wu De still couldn’t get a drink.

An Rugu handed the soul-collecting token to the yin envoy, who then delivered the ghost to King Qin Guang of the First Court.

King Qin Guang was like the first line of judgment, judging merits and demerits.

The ghosts that were judged to have merit would be sent to the Tenth Court of Hell to be reincarnated.

If it was an evil spirit, then they would ultimately be judged by Yan, the King of Hell, who oversees the Underworld.

Wu De was trapped in darkness for a long time. After regaining consciousness, he was taken to a solemn hall.

The Mirror of Retribution shone directly on him, reflecting the sins he has committed in his past and present lives.

Before long, a booming voice reached his ears, “Your faults outweigh your merits, your evil deeds outweigh your good deeds. Send him to the Second Hall.”

…

After walking around for a while, the once arrogant Wu De knelt on the ground, trembling, completely disoriented, unable to believe what he had heard.

He was sentenced to the Eighteenth Level of Hell, the Hell of Knives and Saws, to serve a hundred years.

After hearing the result from the yin envoy, An Rugu’s mind stirred slightly.

The Eighteen Levels of Hell were an important part of the Underworld. Since we’re already here, why not give it a livestream?

She then asked the yin envoy and went through the passage into Hell.

The viewers in the livestream, unaware of what was about to happen, were still laughing and discussing what had just occurred.

“Those who are timid can turn off the livestream for now and come back later,” An Rugu said calmly. “I’ll take you on a tour of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.”

[Hell? No problem. I’ve watched this far and I’m not scared at all. The streamer’s worries are unnecessary.]

[Plus one, I feel nothing at all. I don’t know why everyone is shouting that they’re scared. It feels like the Underworld is nothing special.]

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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