833 Ancient Water God (1)

As the name suggested, the River of Forgetfulness was a river that abandoned everything.

The more memories were thrown in, the wider the river would be.

After experiencing a long period of ancient times, this river had already gone from twenty to thirty feet wide to its current state. Even with Jiang Li’s vision, he was unable to see the exaggerated extent of the opposite shore.

It was even more impossible to fly over.

Fortunately, due to the special rules of the Netherworld, as long as one kept walking, they would naturally walk to a place they wanted to go or should go.

Jiang Li casually threw out a ghost and followed the ghost. He easily found it and crossed the Bridge of Helplessness on the River.

However, looking at the bridge, he did not rush up.

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Why was Jiang Li able to tell at a glance that this bridge was not safe?

This was because this broken bridge was actually made of light yellow paper.

Touching it, the yellow paper was still very thin.

Even if it was used to write, as long as the brush was dipped in more ink, it would be easily pierced if one was not careful.

How could such a bridge save people?

Alright, this Bridge of Helplessness was not used to save people, but ghosts.

“Let’s see if this broken bridge is sturdy enough.”

The current Human Emperor raised his hand and pointed. The ghost that had helped him lead the way listened to the order and tried to step onto the bridge.

Ghosts were light to begin with. They were roughly the size of a balloon. A gust of wind could blow them away.

With a step, the yellow paper on the bridge collapsed slightly, but he could still walk steadily.

However, after taking a few steps, he arrived at the churning River of Forgetfulness.

Under the influence of a strange force, the ghost suddenly could not help but recall all kinds of memories when it was alive.

Then, the originally light body actually began to become heavy.

What was the most important thing in life?

A weight on his shoulder? The responsibility he carried?

Perhaps the memories of a lifetime were the heaviest thing on everyone.

Under the power of the River of Forgetfulness, the ghost’s light body became heavier than an entire iron lump. In the end, it stepped through the paper bridge and fell from the bridge.

Jiang Li raised his hand at the right time and pulled back the red rope tied to the ghost’s waist, preventing it from falling into the River of Forgetfulness.

“It’s indeed not that simple.”

The current Human Emperor stared at the churning river.

However, what he did not know was that there were also a few pairs of eyes staring at him in the river.

After thinking for a moment, many plans flashed through his mind.

In the end, he looked at the huge pot beside the Bridge of Helplessness.

Needless to say, that should be the place where the legendary Meng Po used to boil and distribute her soup.

However, as time passed, things changed.

The pot of unknown material was still there, but Meng Po had long disappeared into the dust of the Cultivationless Age.

According to the legends of his previous life and the ancient records, after walking the Yellow Spring Road, the normal process should be to drink the Meng Po soup before walking onto the Bridge of Helplessness.

They walked towards the trial and new life helplessly.

As he recalled his previous life, he forgot everything and threw them into the River of Forgetfulness.

It was no wonder that the River of Forgetfulness had become so dirty.

Everyone threw their terrible memories into the river. After accumulating for countless years, it would be strange if the water quality here was still good.

Jiang Li took out a gourd and poured out some of the liquid for the ghost from before to drink.

He walked onto the paper bridge again.

This time, he did not step on the paper bridge again.

The power of the river acted on it again, and memories surged.

The image of that ghost was that of a poor scholar. He did not know if he had encountered things like vixens at night.

In short, in his memories, he began to cry as he walked.

The memories of his life turned into tears that rolled down.

Tears representing its memories pierced through the paper bridge and landed in the River of Forgetfulness below.

The pierced yellow paper quickly repaired itself, and there was no end to it.

What Jiang Li gave him to drink was naturally the Meng Po soup produced by Fengdu City using the spider lily and carefree grass.

Although there were certain changes in the supplementary materials and refinement methods, it was not exactly the same as the ancient Meng Po soup.

There was no problem with the effect.

However, sending only a ghost over was not helpful to Jiang Li.

Most importantly, he had to go over himself.

The question was, how heavy would the weight of the current Human Emperor be coupled with the memories he carried?

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In any case, it was impossible for him to cross the paper bridge himself. He had to think of another way.

He released a few more ghosts to experiment.

He discovered that this paper bridge was actually not as fragile as he had imagined.

Every soul that drank the Meng Po soup could actually carry a certain weight over.

Leaving behind this portion of the load-bearing range was probably intentional.

Otherwise, how could these ghosts bring bribes to the Yin Officials behind?

With this portion of the surplus, Jiang Li had room to maneuver.

He could use ghosts as porters to transport some things over.

If one or two ghosts could not be carried over, what about hundreds or thousands?