The bridge looked barely twenty or thirty meters long, yet the three of them walked for nearly an hour before the thick fog gradually thinned, revealing the opposite bank.
"We're here," Weaver Girl said calmly.
A shiver of lingering fear ran through Du Yu. Without Weaver Girl leading the way, an hour of walking on this bridge alone would probably have driven him mad.
Strangely enough, pairs of Black and White Impermanence gradually appeared around them, waiting in line, each escorting a ghost. From the other bank, they hadn't seen anyone on the bridge, yet now these figures seemed to have been standing here all along. There was no telling how this bridge worked.
The many Black and White Impermanence nodded in greeting when they saw Weaver Girl, and she politely returned their greetings.
At last, they stepped off the bridge. Du Yu felt as though he had crossed into another world. Flowers bloomed everywhere. In all his time in the Underworld, this was the first time he had seen fresh flowers.
"It's beautiful here..."
Du Yu looked up again and saw a row of storefronts ahead. Unlike the pedestrian street from before, every shop here bore the same sign-Miss Meng's Tea.
Du Yu couldn't help laughing. "Looks like Meng Po keeps up with the times. An old lady, yet she's given her shop such a trendy name."
Countless ghosts queued under the guidance of Black and White Impermanence to collect "Miss Meng's Tea." What puzzled Du Yu was that quite a few of the escorts bought cups too, sipping as they walked. Wouldn't they lose their memories?
"Want some?" Weaver Girl asked.
"N-no, no, no." Du Yu shook his head like a pellet drum. "I'm not ready to forget everything."
"Ha." Weaver Girl chuckled. "Don't worry. Miss Meng's Tea