All the poems in this chapter were written by readers, purely for entertainment. Please do not disparage them.
[Mo Linghan]
In his first life, the director governed passing souls; a daughter, Hu Tao, lived carefree.
White hair bore the weight of years, yet strength grew; bent with age, his resolve held firm.
Hearing his child faced calamity, Torch Dragon Flame Dance blazed like the rising sun.
He burned his blood and vitality to keep her safe; his daughter wandered, weeping, searching for his soul.
In the end, none knew the old friend's name; only a consultant remained, called Zhongli.
In his second life, he broke an amber prison to save a zombie, taking her as his sister, Qiqi.
Without pain or taste, quick to forget, she raised finches with him in a quiet forest.
Learning that his time was short, he gave countless sachets to the world.
If only the world would acknowledge Qiqi, he would become drifting fireflies, scattered far and wide.
Tears flowed like rivers through fading memories; from then on, his name would never be forgotten.
In his third life, he wed Shenhe, whose lone calamity fate made the world shun her.
He cooked egg noodles for her and learned how bitter and tragic her life had been.
He sought an Adeptus named Moon Carver, begging to exchange his fate with hers.
The Adeptus asked again and again if he was certain; for his wife, his heart held no regret.
With their fates exchanged, his death drew near; only his wife remained, her tears a flowing river.
In his fourth life, he became sworn brothers with Golden Roc, devoting that life to vanquishing demons.
At Wangshu Inn, he came to know him; Almond Tofu was the meal they shared.
Karmic debt bound his body,