The so-called Forgotten River, as its name suggests, is the river that discards all forgotten things.

The more memories thrown into it, the more turbulent and wide the river will become.

After a long period of ancient times, the river has changed from a width of two to three feet at the beginning to what it is today. With Jiang Li's eyesight, he can't even see the other side of the river.

It's even more impossible to fly there.

Fortunately, due to the special world rules of Hades, as long as you keep walking, you will naturally reach where you want to go or should go.

Jiang Li just threw a ghost out at random, followed the little ghost, and easily found the Naihe Bridge across the Wangchuan River.

But when he looked at the bridge, he felt no urge to walk on it.

It was a bridge that looked a bit shaky and unsafe.

Why can Jiang Li tell at a glance that this bridge is unsafe?

Because, this broken bridge is actually made of sheets of fluttering yellow paper.

After touching it, I found that the thickness of the yellow paper was still very thin.

It is used for writing, but if the brush is dipped in a little more ink, it can be easily pierced by accident.

How can such a bridge save people?

Well, the Naihe Bridge was originally not used to save people, but to save ghosts.

"First try to see if this broken bridge is strong enough."

The contemporary emperor raised his hand and pointed, and the ghost that had just helped him lead the way obeyed the order and tried to step onto the bridge.

Ghosts are inherently light, about the size of a balloon, and a gust of wind can blow them away.

When I stepped on it, the yellow paper on the bridge collapsed slightly, but I could still walk steadily.

But after walking a few steps, we arrived at the rolling Lethe River.

Under the influence of a strange force, this ghost suddenly lost control and recalled various memories of its lifetime.

Then the originally light body started to become heavy.

What is the most important thing in life?

A shoulder pole? A responsibility on your back?

Perhaps the memory that carries a lifetime is the heaviest thing for everyone.

Under the power of the Wangchuan River, the ghost's light body became heavier than a whole piece of iron. Finally, he stepped on the paper bridge and fell from the Nai River Bridge.

Jiang Li raised his hand at the right time and pulled the red rope tied around the ghost's waist to pull it back, thus preventing the ghost from falling directly into the Wangchuan River.

"Sure enough, it's not that simple."

The contemporary emperor stared at the churning river.

But what he didn't know was that there were also a few pairs of eyes staring at him in that big river.

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

Finally, he looked at the big pot placed next to Naihe Bridge.

No need to guess, that should be the place where the legendary Meng Po cooked and distributed Meng Po soup.

It's just that time has passed and things have changed.

The cauldron of unknown material is still there. But Po Meng behind it has long since disappeared into the dust of the Dharma.

According to the legends of past lives and speculations in ancient records.

The normal procedure after walking Huangquan Road is to drink Meng Po Soup and then walk onto Naihe Bridge.

Helplessly moving towards judgment and rebirth.

While recalling his life, he forgot all the past events in his memory one by one and threw them into the Wangchuan River.

It's no wonder that the Wangchuan River has become so dirty.

Everyone throws their bad memories into the river. After countless years of accumulation, it is really strange that the water quality here can still be good.

Jiang Li took out a gourd, poured out some of the liquid, and gave it to the little ghost before to drink.

Let him walk on the paper bridge again.

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

The power of the river once again acted on it, and memories of the past came flooding back.

The image of that little devil was that of a down-and-out scholar. I don’t know if he had ever encountered something like a fox girl adding fragrance to her sleeves in the middle of the night.

Anyway, in the memory, he started to cry loudly as he walked away.

All the memories of his life turned into tears and rolled down his face.

A drop of tears representing its memory penetrated the paper bridge and fell directly into the Wangchuan River below.

The punctured yellow paper quickly repaired itself and did not block the way for newcomers.

What Jiang Li gave him to drink was naturally the Mengpo soup produced by Fengdu City using the flowers of the other side and forgetwort grass.

Although there have been some changes in the auxiliary materials and refining techniques, it is not exactly the same as the ancient authentic Meng Po soup.

But there is no problem in terms of effect.

However, sending only one imp would not be of any help to Jiang Li.

The key is that he must be able to pass by himself.

So the question is, how much does the contemporary Emperor weigh plus the memories he carries?

Anyway, it was impossible for him to cross the paper bridge by himself, so he had to think of other ways.

He released a few more imps to experiment.

He discovered that this paper bridge, after all, was the Naihe Bridge that had not collapsed yet, and was actually not as fragile as he imagined.

Every soul that drinks Meng Po soup can actually carry a certain weight of things there.

And leaving this part of the load-bearing range is probably intentional.

Otherwise, how could these ghosts bring bribes to the underworld officials behind them?

And with this part of the surplus, Jiang Li also has room for operation.

You can use ghosts as porters to transport some things.

If one or two ghosts can't be carried across, what about hundreds or thousands? What about thousands or thousands?

Jiang Li shook the gourd in his hand. The Meng Po soup in it was enough for a hundred thousand ghosts.

If that's not enough, he can directly cultivate Bianganhua and Forgetwort with Nine Ghost Qi and cook them on site.

Jiang Li thought, and the Huangquan Road behind him suddenly folded and shrank rapidly.

In just a few blinks, the endless yellow sand desert had disappeared.

It's a winding path, but you can reach the end in just forty-nine steps.

And the burial coffin that had been waiting at the edge of this territory also appeared in front of him.

It's hard to say if he wants anything else, but Jiang Li has as much as he wants, such as ghost souls.

Following Jiang Li's will, the turtle-shell giant Kun opened its mouth and rested on the underworld.

Then, ghosts lined up neatly and walked out of it.

They are very lucky, because they will be the first ghosts in 200,000 years to be able to cross the Wangchuan River.

If Jiang Li masters the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the future, they will be assigned a good place to be reincarnated.

The contemporary Emperor stood beside the cauldron and temporarily assumed the role of Po Meng himself.

Give each of the ghosts who come in line a bowl of Meng Po soup.

Drink Meng Po soup and forget the past.

Soon, all the ghosts had tears streaming down their faces, and they got on the paper bridge and moved forward.

Thousands of ghosts were howling together, and the scene was indeed quite shocking.

And there is a thin silk thread tied to each of their bodies.

Those threads are not foreign objects, but human hair.

After testing, it was found that the extra weight a ghost that drank Meng Po Soup could bear on the bridge did not exceed the limit that a hair could bear.

This weight is not much, but it is barely enough.

Sixteen ghosts walked together on the paper bridge in a row. The ghosts at the back pressed closely together, inserting their toes directly into the soles of the ghosts in front, and the rows of ghosts walked in sync.

A perfect interpretation of what it means to be crowded.

Just like this, under the pull of each hair, in the middle of this large pile of ghosts, a chain was hanging, trying to make itself the thinnest and lightest chain possible.

Jiang Li did not dare to take the risk of falling into the Wangchuan River and take the risk himself.
To be continued...