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Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind them. Ding Ying rose with a sorrowful expression and said, "Honey, the person coming to pick me up has arrived."
Wei Ning nodded and replied, "I know. I'll go meet them."
As the Evil Energy grew stronger behind them, Wei Ning activated his Yin-Yang Eye and indeed saw two Yincha appearing one after the other. He cast a talisman inscribed with Yinwen. The Yincha looked surprised, exchanging glances, clearly astonished that Wei Ning could see them. However, those skilled in Underworld magic often encountered powerful beings who understood the balance of Yin and Yang. It was evident that Wei Ning was one of them. After considering his request for a moment, the two nodded heavily; it was best not to offend someone from the Underworld.
Wei Ning asked the two Yincha to wait for a moment and began to cast a spell on the spot. He first deployed a Drawing a Boundary technique, trapping his physical body within the formation, creating an invisible Taiji that confined him inside. Then, he continuously performed spells within the formation, producing a talisman with a clap of his hands while loudly chanting the "Light Incantation." With another clap, the talisman ignited, and Wei Ning radiated energy like lightning. Before long, another Wei Ning appeared while his original self remained in the formation, motionless like a clay statue.
This technique was known as "Soul Observation." It was said that Yang Persons could use this method to briefly visit the Underworld as if on a sightseeing tour; however, the time was limited. If they missed their window, their souls would be unable to return to their bodies.
Wei Ning's soul separated from his body. He glanced at Ding Ying and took her hand, saying, "Let's go."
Ding Ying's eyes filled with tears as she stood at a distance, hesitant to move. After a long pause, she softly said, "Honey, if you don't want me to go, I'll stay here with you."
Wei Ning sighed inwardly. He knew that if Ding Ying missed this opportunity, it might take her an eternity to reincarnate again. He couldn't be so selfish as to ruin her life. Yet seeing Ding Ying's pitiful expression made his heart ache. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said, "Let's go."
Ding Ying's face turned pale immediately. After what felt like an eternity, she finally took her first step forward and smiled sadly, saying, "Honey, I will listen to you." She followed behind the Ghost Messenger silently.
One step, two steps, three steps—each step Ding Ying took made her tremble even more violently. The night wind blew quietly as time slipped away silently. Wei Ning dared not look at Ding Ying; they were on a path whose destination was unknown. The sides were lined with unfamiliar flowers; the gentle breeze brushed past them like memories of Wei Ning and Ding Ying that could surface at any moment.
Ding Ying didn’t dare look at Wei Ning because she knew that if she saw him, she would lose the courage to leave this man.
The howling wind rustled through their clothes when suddenly, in a daze, Wei Ning heard an ethereal voice:
In the mountains, only vines entwine trees
In this world, where can one find trees entwined by vines?
If green vines do not cling to trees
What is the use of passing spring after spring?
When bamboo shoots should be harvested but are not
When tender shoots should be kept but are discarded
When hydrangeas should be picked but are left behind
Only leaving two hands full of sorrow.
The song was mournful and lingering as it drifted through the flower bushes by the roadside. The path behind them grew increasingly distant while the road ahead seemed endless.
Ding Ying and Wei Ning's hands were intertwined, her body trembling as if afraid that if she loosened her grip, she would drift away from him. Suddenly, Ding Ying stopped in her tracks, looking up gently at Wei Ning and asked, "Darling, if it weren't for Qiqi, would you stay with me?"
Wei Ning felt a sharp pang in his heart. This woman beside him, along with Qiqi—how could he, of all people, be fortunate enough to have the love of two such wonderful women? The affection he received was beyond measure, yet he had never truly repaid either of them.
One had been shattered by his own hands.
The other had been sent to hell by him.
Did his heart ache?
A shuddering sensation swept through Wei Ning. He desperately wanted to keep this woman by his side, but he couldn't; he couldn't be so selfish.
The sound of singing filled the air.
Even the lyrics resonated deeply:
"We pledge our bond for a hundred years,
Which of us will die at ninety-seven?
On the Bridge of Helplessness for three years."
The words struck a chord within him as the flowers on either side bloomed more vibrantly. On the Underworld Road, the desolation was palpable; cold winds swept through, and in the bleakness of the earth, it seemed only this pair of star-crossed lovers remained.
Life and death separated them.
Tears welled up in the corners of Ding Ying's eyes, silently tracing down her cheeks, before she suddenly smiled and said to Wei Ning, "Wei Ning, will you forget me?"
It was the same question again, and Wei Ning's heart ached as he replied, "I won't forget. I will remember."
"You will forget, I know you will, because I left you a gift..." Ding Ying said with a smile, but tears continued to flow from her eyes. The mist cleared to reveal a green wooden bridge ahead, where an old woman stood holding a large porcelain bowl, seemingly having waited for a long time.
The atmosphere had grown almost unbearably cold; it was unclear whether it was due to being on the Underworld Road or because of the chill in their hearts.
"I've arrived," Ding Ying said softly, turning away with a sorrowful expression as she looked at Wei Ning. "Thank you for coming to see me off."
With that, Ding Ying released Wei Ning's hand and walked forward. She dared not look back. Wei Ning trembled slightly as he watched her figure fade away. Everything here felt so tranquil, so quiet that it was suffocating, only the piercing pain of ice-cold sorrow continued to stab at his heart.
The song still lingered in the air, as if it had been sung for a thousand years.
Which Ninety-Seven Years Old died?
Waiting three years on the Bridge of Helplessness.
Wei Ning slowly closed his eyes; a single tear fell, freezing instantly in the biting wind of the Underworld Road.
This night seemed particularly long and unbearable.
Ding Ying took one last look at Wei Ning, and after that glance, it was a final farewell.
With the Forgetfulness Soup, this life would be an eternal parting.
No matter how passionately intertwined the love once was, it has become a permanent farewell.
In this lifetime, it seems I have traversed countless mountains and rivers, but after crossing all those waters and mountains,
it is indeed a permanent farewell.
Yes, which Ninety-Seven Years Old died, spending three years on the Bridge of Helplessness.
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