"A soft and weak boudoir woman was forced into a strong woman like a man. She didn't want to be reborn after her death, and now she works as a job in Mengpo's house."

Su Heng listened blankly, with the memory and view of right and wrong in this life, he could rationally analyze right and wrong.

Suddenly recalling my previous life, I couldn't accept it for a while, so I escaped myself and fell into a confused state.

Fortunately, I was pulled out.

After breaking free from memories, he realized that he was free from abandoning his wife and children, but the living had to withstand the blow of losing his husband and father.

This is the cruelest thing.

The King of Hell sighed: "Cause and effect can be resolved, but love debts are hard to repay. What you are most sorry for is your wife. If you want to atone for your sins, go and atone for your wife!"

Su Heng nodded slowly: "I... understand."

...

After leaving the Hall of Hell, the two went to the Mengpo Hall.

Grandma Meng was making soup, and the fragrance of the soup came to her nose.

The fog blurred Meng Po's face, and only a kind afterimage could be seen.

A woman with long hair and beautiful appearance is serving soup to the ghost who is preparing to reincarnate.

Women do things quickly and carry soup back and forth.

Su Heng looked at the familiar and unfamiliar figure from afar, and the memories of his previous life were particularly clear at this time.

An unspeakable guilt filled my heart.

The woman turned her head and looked stunned for a moment.

She wiped her body casually, waved and shouted, "Don't stand there, the reincarnated soul comes here to drink soup, don't waste time."

Su Heng's eyes were silent for a moment, and he murmured, "Wanrong."

The woman's body stiffened and her smile spread: "Oh! Are you finally thinking of me?"

Su Heng kept his eyes away, and his mind was filled with their past lives. He focused most of his attention on saving the suffering and she had no resentment.

But I have ignored her for so long.ωωw..net

The King of Hell was right. If you want to say who he had lost, his wife was the deepest: "Yes, I remembered the whole life between me and you. It was me who had let you suffer."

Wanrong's eyebrows stood up: "Don't complain and sensation, what's wrong? I've handed you several bowls of Mengpo soup mixed with water here, but I didn't see you thinking of me, but now I remember it."

Isn't it just that he came to the underworld a little later, and he was reincarnated and forgot about the past.

There is no news about the ghost messenger.

In order to meet him every time he reincarnated, she waited here for too long.

By the time I had forgotten what hatred is.

Su Heng murmured: "But I dreamed of you, you said you were waiting for me."

However, she looked sad in the dream, but at this moment she had no resentment.

Wanrong lowered her eyebrows: "That was the dream I asked hundreds of years ago. Recently, I am competing for the next Mengpo position and I have no time to miss you."

Su Heng: “…”

"Hurry and drink Mengpo soup and go to reincarnate with peace of mind." Wanrong handed Mengpo soup to him, turned around and left, busy serving soup to other ghosts.

Su Heng shouted: "I remember everything. It was me who let you down. I'm sorry for you. It's all my fault. If you hate me, you shouldn't punish yourself."

Wanrong's eyes turned red and she said impatiently: "You left us and died, leaving us so carefree when we were orphans and widows. What's the use of saying this now? Hurry up and drink Mengpo soup to give it to your fetus, don't delay my work."

Seeing that she ignored her, Su Heng hurriedly chased after her and helped deliver the soup diligently: "I'm not dead, I came to the underworld to see you."
Chapter completed!