The Netherworld Way sent a frantic message to its subordinates: "Houtu, your fellow Daoist is under bullying attack, rush to reinforce!"
Meanwhile, deep within the Netherworld, by the River of Forgetfulness, Mengpo, who had been mechanically scooping soup, raised her head without warning, a boundless smile blooming across her face.
This smile was like a spring breeze brushing past, plunging countless ghosts waiting in line for reincarnation into a trance. They were astonished to discover that the perpetually stooped Mengpo turned out to be an incomparable, peerless beauty. However, the Yin guards stationed on both sides wore looks of terror. After all, the last time Mengpo had raised her head was when the West attempted to interfere in Netherworld affairs, resulting in a Bodhisattva being torn apart alive by Mengpo. The horror of that day remained fresh in everyone's mind.
Chapter 105