I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 475: Right and Wrong Do Not Cross the River of Oblivion_1

Chapter 475: Chapter 475: Right and Wrong Do Not Cross the River of Oblivion_1

Grandma Meng looked at you and glanced at Zhao’er a few times, then sighed faintly, "If life were only as it is at first sight, why would autumn winds sorrowfully paint the fan?"

You took Zhao’er’s delicate, tender little hand and asked Grandma Meng again, "Elder sister, who exactly is Zhao’er?"

Grandma Meng paused, her face revealing a kind smile as usual, "Child, you are just too stubborn. One day, it will be your downfall."

"A loss may be a blessing. I don’t mind suffering a loss. Even if I fall hard and break all my bones, as long as I don’t die, I can stand up again!" You stared intently at Grandma Meng, "Elder sister, I’m not interested in anything else. I just want to know Zhao’er’s identity—what kind of person was she before, and how can I restore her sanity?"

Once again, there was a long silence.

Because Grandma Meng also fell silent.

The night wind turned colder.

The sky, stained by city lights, let down rain like needles and hairs, making everyone standing in the rain glisten with a layer of otherworldliness.

After a while, Grandma Meng finally spoke, "I still can’t tell you."

"Why?"

You didn’t expect Grandma Meng to reply with such an evasive answer.

"At least not now," Grandma Meng glanced again at the three women behind you, Wu Qiyi, and said to you, "However, we can make a deal."

"What deal?" Upon hearing there was still a chance, you felt every pore in your body open with excitement, even your words conveyed it.

Seeing your eager attitude, Grandma Meng couldn’t help but chuckle softly, "You should know that something big happened in the Underworld recently. Countless demons and monsters escaped from Hell Way and scattered throughout China. Although the Ten Halls of Yama have mobilized the entire Underworld’s forces to catch them, these creatures are cunning and ever-changing. As time goes on, they are able to hide better within the Yang Realm society. Let’s make an agreement—if you can capture all the demons and monsters hiding in Yuhang City, I will tell you her true identity and also provide clues to restore her sanity. How’s that?"

"Deal!"

You agreed without a second thought!

"Little one, don’t be too hasty to agree. I said you have to capture all the demons and monsters hiding in Yuhang City and bring them into the Underworld. If even one remains at large, all your efforts will be in vain."

"Since I’ve agreed, I surely will do as I said!"

Seeing your confident demeanor, Grandma Meng nodded slightly, "With that, I’ll leave Yuhang City to you. However, if you encounter any unsolvable problems, you can also find me at the kindergarten we visited before. If I’m not there, someone will notify me."

"Okay, thank you, elder sister."

"If you truly accomplish this, I am the one who should be saying thank you," she said.

Then, Grandma Meng got onto her electric scooter and slowly drove into the mist.

It was only after Grandma Meng had left that Xian Qianling stepped forward and looked at you without a word.

"Eh? Crazy woman, this is not like you. If you have something to say, just say it. Holding back for too long might make you ’pregnant’," you said teasingly.

Glancing at you disapprovingly, Xian Qianling asked coldly, "Who was that old lady just now? One moment you call her Grandma, the next you call her elder sister, you’ve got us all confused."

You smiled and used your sleeve to wipe the rain droplets from Zhao’er’s shoulders, "Let’s walk and talk. The rain is getting heavier."

The group swiftly headed towards the parking area.

The rain in early spring was bitterly cold. The wind, mixed with the chilly rain, made everyone rush even more urgently through the rainy night.

Five people got into your car at the same time, while Little Hei very consciously entered another RV, which Xi Yu had specially purchased for Little Hei’s convenience.

"Can you tell us now?"

Xian Qianling took off the hat from her head, and a head of shiny black hair elegantly tumbled out.

You glanced at Wu Qiyi again and noticed that she was also looking at you with an expectant gaze.

What surprised you slightly was that even the usually indifferent Xi Yu had a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

What’s the deal?

You frowned and asked the three women, "Before I tell you, why don’t you first share with me: what did you all feel after eating Grandma’s wontons just now?"

When you asked this, the three women subconsciously glanced at each other, and Xian Qianling quickly responded, "That’s our secret, you wouldn’t understand even if we told you. All you need to do now is tell us who that grandma is."

You can never reason with girls!

This was something you had come to deeply understand.

After a moment of thought, you pointed towards an arch bridge outside the parking lot and asked the three women, "What is that?"

Xian Qianling and Wu Qiyi exchanged a look, and the former tentatively asked, "A bridge?"

"Mm, yes, a bridge," you nodded, "In the traditional beliefs of the Huaxia people, there is a turbulent river that flows between the realm of the dead and the cycle of rebirth. No one can cross this river, and its heartless waters will consume a person’s mind, leaving them forever lost in memories and pain. This river is known as the River of Oblivion."

Hearing this, even Xian Qianling, who usually loved to contradict you the most, fell silent, as all three women thought of a person, a household name.

"Above this River of Oblivion, there is a bridge. On this side of the bridge, there’s a huge stone, and next to the stone, a bridge monument with a verse inscribed on it."

"What verse?" the three women asked in unison.

"Upon the Bridge of Helplessness, one questions ’Why?’

To cross or not the River of Oblivion lies.

No right or wrong before The Stone of Three Lives,

Beside The Terrace of Looking Homeward, Grandma Meng abides."

Even though they had somewhat guessed it, they were still somewhat shocked to hear this information from you, and they exclaimed in unison, "She’s Grandma Meng?"

You nodded and smiled, "Yes."

"But if she’s Grandma Meng, shouldn’t she be by the Bridge of Helplessness? And why do you call her ’elder sister’?"

Looking at Xian Qianling, you smiled and asked, "Who said that Grandma Meng must be an old woman with white hair? And who said Grandma Meng must stand on the Bridge of Helplessness to feed people Grandma Meng Soup?"

"This..."

"In the Underworld, Grandma Meng is the only deity aside from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. She was originally a goddess from the Heavenly Realm, sent to the Underworld by order of The Heavenly Emperor. Moreover, there’s more than one Bridge of Helplessness, Grandma Meng has a group of people working for her. Have you ever seen a company CEO personally toil in the workshop?" you paused before adding, "Also, if you see her in the future, don’t call her ’grandma’, just call her ’elder sister’. Her true appearance is quite beautiful."

"Hmph, swayed by beauty," Xian Qianling snorted coldly; the range of this crazy woman’s jealousy was impressive indeed.

Wu Qiyi, however, was preoccupied with other thoughts. She glanced at Zhao’er, who had already fallen asleep in the car seat, and asked you, "Why does this matter involve Grandma Meng, and how does she know about Zhao’er’s identity? Could it be that Zhao’er also conceals a huge secret?"