This story is very much like love. (Meng Po and Rebecca)

Meng Po sold soup at the bridge of Naihe River for tens of thousands of years. Repeating the same thing year after year, she finally couldn't help but rush to the palace of hell and pray for her reincarnation.

At her pleading, Yan finally agreed, but asked him and a bowl of soup to erase his memory.

She filled a big bowl and gulped it down.

? "Where am I? Who am I? " Meng Po looked around in ignorance and made a quiet noise.

? "You are Meng Po of the underworld and my wife." Yan touched her head and her eyes were full of spoil. "You are the one who will accompany me all my life."

? Meng Po left, ghost collectors sighed, "this Meng Po every one hundred thousand years will make such a, you cheat her to stay in this way every time, why? She is not the only one who can be Meng Po in these six realms! "

"She's really not the only one in the six realms who can do Meng Po, but she's the only one in this palace of hell who can make me feel lonely!" Yan looked at the direction of the bridge and smiled shallowly.

"Why? I was cheated back again. " The ghost who takes care of Datura flower makes no difference. He has been used to it for millions of years. "If you cook your own soup, will you still be recruited?" The ghost smiled. "I think you listened to him!" "

? Meng Po smiled gently, rather bitter. Everyone else can read her mind.

? One is Yan, the other is Meng Po, one is in the hall, and the other is helpless. They can't meet if there is nothing important. If she misses him, she will make a scene. If she listened to his sweet words, it would be another hundred thousand years!