The bridge that can't be crossed

"Mmm... Ah—Ugh..."

Unable to bear the torment of desire, her right hand slowly caressed her lips, crawled over her throat, and thirstily stroked her naked body again and again.

When her burning fingers climbed up the soft mound of her left breast and touched the erect nipple, she let out a moan.

She fantasized that the man who had betrayed her wasn't beside her, that he loved her deeply, and that he didn't want to end their relationship.

But in reality... he had betrayed her...

and how could she remain unrepentant?

Her sexual fantasies could include Zhang Yaoyang, Takeshi Kaneshiro, Wu Bai, Richie Jen, Kashiwabara Takashi, Leonardo DiCaprio...

but not him.

She felt something stirring within her, a scorching, tearful lust raging within her.

She wanted it...

but she knew better than anyone; she hated him, his abandonment made her hate him to the core!

How could he abandon her, leave her in unbearable pain, and rob her of the will to live?

So she wanted to die, to make him feel guilty for the rest of his life because of her death.

Therefore, ten minutes earlier, she had taken a hundred sleeping pills.

"Hmm..." She slipped two fingers together through the seam of her panties.

Then she pulled down her damp panties, covering her vulva with her hand, first stroking her pearly clitoris a few times, then spreading her fingers to rub her labia back and forth.

She wildly swayed her hips, masturbating ecstatically, intoxicated and earnestly rubbing herself.

Then, she tried to insert her hand into her warm, tight vagina, moving it freely within the membrane.

But she still couldn't find satisfaction; she had to interlace two fingers and insert them into her vagina, letting them fly together and gently thrusting in and out to achieve that ecstatic feeling.

A series of indescribable tingling sensations intertwined with a nauseating feeling, causing her to tremble, convulse, and want to vomit…

She knew the sleeping pills were beginning to take effect.

Good, very good!

Her mind was becoming increasingly hazy; she was about to die, about to die!

Very good…

She spread her legs, but her head was still spinning, making it impossible for her to relax.
As the nausea and dizziness intensified, her fingers moved more and more excitedly, jerking against her clenched muscles.
She felt her stomach churning, a sour, foul smell constantly escaping from her throat, and white, viscous foam overflowing from the corners of her mouth.
She felt terrible; she was about to die. Just a little more patience, and soon this pain would leave her, because she was about to leave this world, so she hoped the euphoria would take her to heaven with her.

The impending climax made her mind increasingly chaotic…

At the same time, all her consciousness and perception were taken away by the wonderful feeling of sliding into heaven…

She was motionless…

“Drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, and you will forget all the love and hatred between the Yin and Yang realms, enter the six realms of reincarnation, and be reborn peacefully…”

By the Bridge of Helplessness, smoke filled the air; beneath the Bridge of Helplessness, lonely ghosts gathered; on the Bridge of Helplessness, an impatient atmosphere had already settled, a long line of people… no, a ghost tide, queuing up to cross the Bridge of Helplessness, fall back into the wheel of karma, and accept the fate of reincarnation.

However, this ghost tide stretched from the top of the Bridge of Helplessness all the way to the bottom. Hey, this wide bridge can actually “clog up with ghosts,” unexpected, right?

As for this Meng Po soup, probably everyone in the world except humans has drunk it, and the only thing ghosts say about it is—it’s incredibly awful! But, what can you do? If you want to be reincarnated, you have to endure it!

Moreover, Meng Po is quite old, easily over ten thousand years old. She's ruthless, truly ruthless. If Meng Po tells you to drink the soup at midnight, she won't let it linger past dawn. So don't bully the old woman, be careful Meng Po doesn't add anything to the soup. Drinking it will not only make you forget your past life, but also give you a stomachache!

"Meng Po, I won't drink it. Meng Kana doesn't want to forget my king's appearance after returning to the human world."

The reason the Naihe Bridge is congested with ghosts is entirely because of Meng Kana. She took a hundred sleeping pills, which is why her soul came here.

She cried, made a scene, begged, knelt, bowed, and kowtowed—she used every trick in the book to see if she could avoid drinking Meng Po's soup.

Although Meng Po is heartless, she is still a ghost. Her heart is black, but at least her appearance isn't black. Meng Kana has been reincarnated as a human nine hundred and ninety-nine times, plus this life, exactly a thousand lifetimes.

Meng Po thus had a particularly deep impression of her. Not only Meng Po, but even the ghost messengers had a special feeling for her.
"Meng Po, you always deceive Meng Kana. More than three thousand years ago, I was born in ancient Egypt and drowned myself in the Nile for him. Now I have been reincarnated and reincarnated, each generation longing for the next, my appearance has changed thousands of times, and I have drunk thousands of cups of Meng Po soup, but after death I regain all my memories. It turns out that Meng Po soup loses its effect after death. It cannot take away the feelings in my memory at all. Meng Po, why don't you teach me how to forget him?"

What a devoted woman! As she spoke, she didn't even need to cultivate her emotions; tears automatically streamed down her face. Occasionally, she would ask the heavens: What is love that makes people willing to die for it?

"Women have always been passionate and infatuated, while men have always been fickle. Silly girl, why be so stubborn about such a heartless man?
He's not worth your trouble at all." Meng Po brought the bowl to Meng Kana's lips. "Drink it quickly, and be reborn into a good family to start anew. Cultivate yourself well in this last life. And no one has ever been able to escape my test, Meng Po." "Since Meng Po took charge of the memories of ghosts' past and present lives, no one has ever escaped her grasp. She's even... ruthless towards her own family, so no ghost like Ya'er could escape her clutches.

"Ever since I was reincarnated in the Chinese mortal realm, I decided to give up being human. Now, knowing that the King will arrive in the 21st century in twenty years, I've waited all these years as a wandering ghost, hoping for this day..."
No matter what she said, Meng Kana refused to give up. Such a devoted appearance would soften even the hardest heart. "I beg you, Meng Po, don't force me to drink this soup. Give me a chance, okay?"

"Silly girl, drink it quickly! The time is almost up. If you miss the auspicious time, you'll have to go through another round..."
Meng Po lost all patience, looking anxious.

Meng Po glanced at the timetable, probably wondering what was wrong with the ghost messengers today? Usually, they always suppressed the ghosts, making them unable to move. But today's messengers were acting strangely. Could they be trying to defy fate?
Back then, Moncana foolishly threw herself into the Nile River for love. Her body and hair were gifts from her parents; such a lack of care for them earned her the judgment of the King of Hell as unfilial piety!

The King of Hell decreed that she be reincarnated as a human a thousand times, but she had to commit suicide a thousand times. This life would be enough, saving the King of Hell from endlessly racking his brains and devising countless ways for her to end her life. But the King of Hell probably never dreamed that she would suddenly have an epiphany and begin to resist. Perhaps they would think her actions were pitifully foolish, but she didn't see it that way.

"Meng Po, shall I exchange my voice for yours?" With a resolute heart, Moncana decided to use her voice as the condition for the deal.

In any case, Moncana would never again commit suicide for any other man who wasn't the King!

Aside from King Hawke, she would never again fall in love with any other man, suffering the torment of suicide. In each reincarnation, she always loved fiercely and died painfully. How could she again become a slave to the demon of love? Let her emotions be manipulated by others?
The only way to escape the clutches of the demon of love is to retain her original memories and reincarnate with her emotions. In this way, only with the king will she never fall in love with anyone else, and she will never commit suicide for a man again.

"Sigh..." Meng Po sighed.

Meng Kana knew that Meng Po was not heartless; she was just bound by duty and had no choice. However, judging from her expression, her heart was wavering.

Meng Kana naturally wondered why. The reason was simple: Meng Po's voice was even more unpleasant than the sound of slaughtering chickens and sheep. She absolutely wished she had a sweet voice like a young lady, and Meng Kana happened to have a voice that was so sweet it could kill.

"Meng Po!" Monkana pleaded desperately, "I can't speak, so I can't reveal any secrets. After I return to the mortal realm, find the king, and fulfill my wish, I will definitely find a way to return to the underworld and obediently drink this bowl of Meng Po soup. But at that time, I must ask you to give me back my voice..."

In Taiwan in 2000 AD

, a very pretty little girl chased a pair of beautiful butterflies under a palm tree.
Her smooth, ebony-black hair, her arched eyebrows like distant mountains, framed a pair of bright, intelligent eyes, a delicate nose, rosy lips, and flawless white skin. Her smile was as beautiful as a flower. Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on her; she was...

"Mei Dai, your mute daughter is truly beautiful!" An old woman sitting in the shade of a tree, fanning herself with a fan, seemed to be making sarcastic remarks, her eyes filled with mockery as she chuckled.

Mei Dai silently watched her daughter happily chasing the butterflies.

From a young age, her daughter grew up amidst ridicule and bullying from unruly children. Yet, her daughter wasn't ashamed, because she possessed talents and abilities that most people lacked. She was merely mute, not stupid!

"Meide, don't think I'm being nosy, but your Renee is incredibly well-behaved and sensible. She's only three and can already write and embroider dragons and phoenixes. You should enroll her in that…that…that deaf-mute genius club, so as not to waste such a good girl. Besides, if she can't get married, you poor widow, won't you have to support her for the rest of your life?" The old woman spoke to Meide and her mother in a tone that seemed to praise, but was actually mocking regret.

"Auntie, our Renee isn't deaf!" Meide always patiently explained, time after time.
The old woman glanced at the angry Meide, her smile betraying her guilty conscience.

"Oh! Oh! I know, I know! Your Renee isn't like other deaf people; she just can't speak, she can't make a sound! Look at those mute people, at least they can make some babbling gestures, but your Renee can't even cry out loud. Oh dear, how pitiful! It's clear that her vocal cords were taken away by the King of Hell before she was even born."

The auntie finished speaking and, without waiting for Mei-Dai to reply, stood up from the rattan chair, swaying her large hips, and disappeared from Mei-Dai's sight.

Jane Mei-Dai sighed, looking at her still silent daughter with an extremely helpless expression. She called to her daughter, "Renee, it's getting dark, let's go home!"

Renee tossed her long hair, turned back to give her mother a lovely smile, gave up chasing butterflies, and obediently ran to her mother's side, reaching out her small hand to hold her mother's large hand.

Renee blinked mischievously and smiled sweetly at her mother again.

"Alas, what sins did I commit in my past life? How could I have given birth to such a mute?" Jane Meidai looked up at the heavens and asked.

A gentle evening breeze blew, ruffling Renee's hair before it slowly cascaded down her shoulders like willow catkins. She was so beautiful, yet the heavens were jealous, leaving her with this regrettable flaw. Fate loves to play tricks on people, doesn't it?
Yes, fate loves to play tricks. Otherwise, how could Renee have lost her only loving mother at the age of fifteen?

On her deathbed, Jane Meidai still held Renee's hand tightly, tears of sorrow welling in her withered eyes. Looking at her daughter with heartache, she spoke with difficulty and bitterness, "Renee, Mom... I'm sorry... I
have to... leave you... go to a faraway place to find your father... I'll remember, I'll remember... Renee, you have to make Mom proud... Don't let people look down on you. Being deaf and mute... isn't pitiful, what's pitiful is losing self-confidence...

Once a person loses their dignity, they'll be trampled... trampled underfoot... Do you... do you understand?"
A sense of foreboding gripped Renee's heart. She clutched her mother's hand, weeping silently, her heart breaking.

Renee nodded vigorously, the young girl already understanding that her mother was about to leave her forever.

"Remember... Renee, remember... you... you have to make yourself proud... rely on your own two hands..."
Jane Meidai finished speaking, then suddenly let out a muffled groan and passed away.

**********
...

This is why she resolutely refused to drink the Meng Po soup. Knowing that King Hawk would appear in her thousandth reincarnation, how could she be foolish enough to drink it?

"Zuo Leini! Zuo Leini! Wait for me!" A series of urgent calls came from behind.

Leini tossed her long hair, revealing two rows of pearly teeth in a charming smile.

The girl who had called her name rushed up to her, panting, "Rennie, what's the rush? I was just thinking, should we go to the movies together?"

Rennie took out the pen and paper she always carried from her pocket and wrote in delicate handwriting, "Jia Hui, what movie do you want to see?"

"DreamWorks released an animated film last year called 'The Prince of Egypt.' Because it was well-received, several theaters that specialize in showing older films are still showing it! Interested? It's very cheap!"
Rennie wrote with a smile, "A thousand lifetimes ago, I was a slave girl in Lower Egypt!"

"Are you kidding me? You remember things from a thousand lifetimes ago? How could you not know who you were in your past life?" Jia Hui rolled her eyes, almost bursting out laughing.

"That's because you drank the Meng Po soup!"

"Meng Po soup?" Jia Hui tilted her head, propped her chin on her index finger, and stared blankly at the sky. After a while, she asked, "Didn't I drink it?"

Rennie smiled mysteriously.

Jia Hui couldn't help but yell, "You're a freak! I can't be bothered with you. If I believed you, it would mean I'm as crazy as you."

Renee remained unfazed, smiling.

Even though Renee had a disability and should have stayed at a school for the deaf and mute, her exceptional talent, coupled with not having drunk the "soup of oblivion," made her knowledgeable and academically excellent.

She remembered her mother's dying words and lived by her own hands. She worked part-time and relied on meager scholarships to live a simple life, constantly pursuing further education and expanding her knowledge.

She was always a model student; besides, she was only unable to speak, not deaf.

Jia was Renee's only good friend. They'd been classmates for two years, and Jia hadn't ostracized Renee because she was mute. On the contrary, she always protected her and volunteered to do anything for her. Renee was always grateful.
It wasn't surprising that they became good friends. One was domineering but held back when she scolded, the other was mute and never talked back—they naturally clicked.

"I'm not going to talk about this anymore," Jia said, gathering her hair with both hands. "Are we going to see a movie or not?"

"No, I'm in a hurry to find someone."

"Find someone? Who?" Jia exclaimed, annoyed. "Besides me, who else do you have? Don't lie to me. If it's an excuse, I'll be angry. Oh, I know, you don't like 'The Prince of Egypt.' Okay, I'll treat you today. Let's go see Chow Yun-fat's 'Anna and the King,' I heard it's super good, and..."

"Jia, I really have to go find someone," Renee hurriedly wrote, shoving the note directly into Jia's mouth to shut her up.

Jia Hui thought this was just an excuse for Renee to decline her kindness, and angrily threw the note on the ground. "You're clearly not giving me face!"

"Jia Hui!" Seeing that she was really angry, Renee panicked and hurriedly wrote, "I'm sorry..."
"No need to apologize to me. I won't bother you if you have something to do. I'll go by myself." With that, Jia Hui turned and left without looking back.

Renee stared blankly

at her back. Suddenly, a chill ran from her feet to her whole body, making her hair stand on end for no
reason. Instinct told her to look up. Renee pretended to be relaxed and raised her face, trying to find the reason for her unease. Suddenly, Renee froze, staring blankly at the clear blue sky—a huge creature appeared in the sky. With a series of majestic and powerful whistling sounds, the huge creature descended towards the ground at lightning speed, getting closer and closer...

She couldn't see anything in the distance, only that the huge creature had beautiful silver hair!

Silver hair? "Huh? That hair color looks familiar..."

Time suddenly reversed rapidly, and memories from a thousand lifetimes ago overwhelmed her—"Moncana, I will love you forever, in this life and the next, until the end of time, until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble, my love for you will never, ever change..." She remembered King Hawk's intoxicating words of love, those soul-stirring, deep eyes, that shining silver hair...

Instantly, his vow shattered, his expression became strange and ferocious... He roared at her with heart-wrenching words: "Who gave you permission to set fire? Why is your heart so wicked? Why did you burn my beloved concubine to death? Tell me! Tell me!"

"I...I..." Helplessness rendered her speechless.

She hated that her beloved concubine had taken her place in King Hawk's heart, and jealousy blinded her, so she decided to go all the way, setting a fire and burning her beloved concubine alive.

"You are not worthy to be my woman! I am the king! I can make whoever I want my queen, I have not given you this power, you are not allowed to be jealous! You are nothing but a slave girl!" "

Don't treat me like this, Your Majesty, Moncana knows she was wrong, I swear from today onwards I will no longer interfere in your private life, as long as you forgive me, Your Majesty... I don't seek fame or fortune, I only want you, Your Majesty! I love you! Your Majesty, I love you..." She saw herself being pushed to the ground, and quickly scrambled to her knees, reaching out to grab his short jacket.
She held on tightly, unwilling to let go, crying and shouting, he would surely forgive her for the grave mistake she had made because her conscience was clouded by jealousy.

"Get away! I told you to get away, didn't you hear me? You wretched woman! *Slap*—"

A sharp pain suddenly shot through her cheek as a merciless slap landed on her face, the burning pain searing her cheek like a torch, shattering her heart…

"Your Majesty, why have you betrayed me? Why have you deceived my feelings? Why… You said you would love me for all eternity, you said it to me yourself… My great Nile God, please take my soul away, take it away from Lower Egypt, I never want to return to Lower Egypt, never…" All she could hear was the sound of surging waves and her own faint moans. Her consciousness gradually faded until she lost consciousness…

Suddenly, the crisis that appeared in reality abruptly pulled Zuo Leini back to reality. She found her vision blurred, her cheeks wet, and when she reached up, she found her face streaked with tears…

But in the next second, she stared in astonishment at her wide, watery eyes.

Because the silver-haired monster was now only about fifty meters from the ground!

Thirty meters…

twenty meters…

ten meters…

Seeing it about to land, Renee was startled, but in her shock, she didn't know how to dodge. The enormous creature, like a thunderbolt, was about to crash down on her!

No!

When Renee realized the danger and tried to hide under a tree, it was too late. The creature's massive leg still swept across her chest. Due to the force of the impact, the kick sent her flying two feet away.

Pain… Renee clutched her chest in excruciating pain, tears streaming down her face. It hurt so much, so much!

She wanted to scream for help, but she couldn't make a sound, nor could she cry. She was in so much pain, it felt like she was dying.

She was horrified to find her vision blurring, the feeling as if her soul was being stolen growing stronger…

But her will continued to succumb uncontrollably, her eyes still trying to close against her will.
Her sorrowful tears flowed like a spring, like pearls from a broken string, overflowing her beautiful face...
Her hands fell helplessly to her sides... She silently thought to herself, "Meng Po, I have to go back to you again..."

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