When Du Yuheng died, he was only 15 years old.

After drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge, Du Yuheng was extremely unwilling to do it and could only swallow the soup down.

However, the Meng Po soup did not work, failing to erase her memory.

She drank up the soup pot of Meng Po in front of the bull-headed man and horse-faced man. She still couldn't forget her regret and resentment.

The manservant sent by Yama scratched his head, pointed to a group of stupid people on the bank of Wangchuang River, and said, "You can wait there with them. If there is a chance, maybe you can go back."

Opportunity? Go back?

Du Yuheng didn't understand.

She sat by the river and recalled the past. She didn't even know what she was waiting for.

The demented ghosts beside the Wangchuang River, the crying and howling ghosts in the Wangchuang River, and the constant flow of ghosts on the Naihe Bridge had nothing to do with Du Yuheng.

Only an old man next to her kept nagging.

One moment it was the Heaven and Earth Branch; the next it was the Yin and Yang Five Elements; then it was the fortune telling; and finally it was traditional Chinese medical skill.

Du Yuheng just listened to the conversation and looked around for familiar figures in the crowd.

Those people had done so many evil things. Why hadn't they reported to the Netherworld yet!

God was so unfair!

She didn't know how long these days had passed.

Suddenly, the strange old man asked, "Girl, have you memorized what I said?"

"You've nagged me so many times that you have bent my ears!"

The strange old man nodded. "Girl, you are talented. Use your talent well and grasp your opportunity."

Ha! An opportunity!

Trapped in the Wangchuang River, there was no opportunity at all!

Du Yuheng sneered and thought, "this old man was getting weirder and weirder."

The strange old man got up and left.

This was the first time Du Yuheng had seen him leave since she came.

He never came back after he left.

Until the manservant of Yama ran over and said, "You can go now, Du Yuheng. Zhao Que has just paid for your life with his life."

What?! The old man paid with his life?

"Pay for whose life? Where am I going?"

Du Yuheng jumped up in shock.

The servant waved his hand, and Du Yuheng only felt that she was rising uncontrollably, farther and farther away from the Wangchuang River and the Naihe Bridge.

She only had time to hear the young male servant's last sentence. "There is really someone who wants to do this kind of trade that sacrifices rebirth in exchange for a new beginning."

Du Yuheng felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

The scene in front of her gradually blurred, and Du Yuheng fainted.