After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Jiang Dusheng began chanting incantations, his voice not loud, but it carried on.

It wasn't like wandering through the mortal realm; rather, it seemed to have directly pierced the boundary between Yin and Yang, reaching the depths of the netherworld.

"Using emotion as a guide, and tears as a bridge!"

"Forgetting the dust of the world, one can transcend worldly attachments!"

"The deepest pain in the mortal world is known only to those in the underworld!"

"I now offer the tears of a foolish child to guide you across the desolate river!"

"The road to the underworld opens, and Meng Po's boat rocks!"

"If not now, when?!"

As the last syllable fell, Yi Che's tears and the power of the Forget-Dust Pearl merged, transforming into a ray of light that shot towards the earth beneath his feet, as if knocking on some invisible door.

The next moment, the raging resentment and eerie winds in the courtyard seemed to be soothed by an invisible hand, and suddenly subsided by more than half.

Instead, a gentle breeze carrying the cool, refreshing fragrance of spider lilies drifted in from an unknown direction, washing away the blood and filth from the air.

Immediately afterwards, the void before everyone's eyes seemed to crack open like a scroll drawn by an invisible brush.

A faint light emanated from the crevice, and a graceful figure emerged from it.

The woman who arrived was dressed in a long dress unique to the underworld of Fengdu, with large patches of spider lilies embroidered on the hem and wide sleeves with dark red silk thread.

She was extremely beautiful, with skin as white as snow, and eyebrows and eyes as exquisite as a painting. She was clearly born with a charming and affectionate nature, but her eyes only held the indifference of someone who had witnessed countless life-and-death separations.

She first glanced at the few floating teardrops, then parted her red lips slightly, her voice both alluring and cold:

"The love between a human and a ghost, separated by life and death, is the most painful yet pure, the tears of lovers that linger and never dissipate... the taste is indeed pure and rare."

She stretched out her finger and pointed it in the air. The teardrop, as if drawn by a spell, transformed into several wisps of light that disappeared into her fingertip.

"I'll accept this money for guiding you."

Then, she turned her gaze to Jiang Dusheng, who was in mid-air with slightly depleted spiritual energy, and the interest in her eyes intensified.

She slowly approached Jiang Dusheng, the water rippling beneath her feet. "Young friend, you're quite young, but you know the rules. You know who to ask for help to guide these deeply entangled and malevolent spirits."

Her tone was casual yet authoritative: "Let me introduce myself. I am Meng Guichen, the Lady of Forgetfulness from the Fengdu Ferry."

"Between you and me, the transaction is complete."

She paused, the enigmatic smile deepening as her gaze swept over Jiang Shuangjiang below:

"In the future, if you encounter similar troublesome situations—where you are deeply attached, filled with resentment, and willing to pay the price—you can always use this method to summon me. As for the price..."

Her eyes sparkled. "Sure, it depends on the situation. Tears, memories, merits, luck... even some interesting stories are all negotiable."

After speaking, Meng Guichen's expression became slightly more formal, and he put away his playful demeanor.

She raised her hand, her five fingers tracing lines in front of her, dark and complex runes flowing from her fingertips, as she chanted a deep and majestic incantation for salvation:

"The wronged soul Jiang Shuangjiang was born on the day of Bingxu in the month of Renwu in the year of Gengzi, and died on the day of Wuzi in the month of Yichou in the year of Dingsi."

"He suffered injustice and humiliation in life, and his obsession turned into malice after death. Now that his great revenge has been avenged and the culprit has been brought to justice, although the karma of the mortal world is severe, his ferocity has not diminished."

"Yi Che, a lovelorn soul in the mortal world, uses his own tears of love as a catalyst; the soul master himself borrows the power of the Forget-Dust Pearl to temporarily quell his obsessive rage."

"With their combined efforts, they will question the underworld."

"Tears of love wash away resentment, revealing a heart worthy of pity. The brilliance of pearls reflects a spirit that can be discerned."

"By the decree of the Great Emperor of Fengdu in the Northern Underworld, and in accordance with the rules of Yin and Yang, I hereby receive your remnant soul and guide it into my Fengdu!"

The runes on her fingertips fell with the incantation, flying towards Jiang Shuangjiang like living things, layer upon layer, beginning to entangle Jiang Shuangjiang's soul.

At the same time, the crack that Jiang Dusheng had opened suddenly became much more solid and clear under the enhancement of Meng Guichen's power.

At the end of the crevice, the outline of an ancient stone bridge can be vaguely seen, with the river flowing silently beneath it.

"All past events, loves, hates, and grudges, are consigned to the waters of the River of Oblivion."

"Merits and demerits, right and wrong, karma and cause and effect—the judge will write them down!"

"Imperial Edict!"

With the final decree, an irresistible, ghostly light enveloped Jiang Shuangjiang from Meng Guichen's hand.

Jiang Shuangjiang's surging resentment seemed to be soothed and gradually subsided.

The souls of Chen Youcai and Wang Laizi, which she was clutching tightly in her hand, were gently detached by that force and floated toward the ghost messengers that appeared to the side.

Jiang Shuangjiang glanced one last time in Yi Che's direction, her lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately no sound came out.

Only that single tear, hanging in the corner of her eye, finally slid down, drifted towards Meng Guichen, and disappeared.

Jiang Shuangjiang's figure, along with the faint light of the jade Buddhist beads, gradually became transparent under Meng Guichen's guiding incantation.

It eventually turned into a wisp of smoke and was sucked into the crevice.

The ghost messengers, having bound the souls of Chen Youcai and Wang Laizi, bowed respectfully to Meng Guichen.

"My lord, I have searched the area within a hundred miles, but have not found any trace of the little princess."

Upon hearing this, Meng Guichen immediately frowned.

A barely perceptible hint of annoyance and worry flashed across her beautiful face, and she couldn't help but mutter a curse under her breath:

"It's all Shen Tu's fault! Why did he have to take her to play on the Wheel of Time? Now I have to come all the way to this remote corner of the past to look for her!"

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the composed Jiang Dusheng, her red lips curving slightly, that usual playful smile reappearing, "However... this trip wasn't entirely fruitless."

The two ghost messengers exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads and dared not utter a sound.

Seeing this, Meng Guichen didn't bother to say anything more. He waved his sleeve and said, "Alright, this matter is settled. Let's go back now."

"Yes, sir," the ghost messengers replied in unison, then led the souls of Chen Youcai and Wang Laizi into the ground and disappeared.

Meng Guichen nodded slightly to Jiang Dusheng, his figure disappearing into the night like ink painting, leaving only the lingering fragrance of the other shore flower.

In the courtyard, only two corpses remained, and the place was in complete disarray.

On the rooftop, Yi Che remained frozen in place, his gaze fixed on the void where Jiang Shuangjiang had disappeared.

The tears had long since dried, leaving only crisscrossing tear tracks on her face.

He was like a statue that had lost its soul, with only his heart still slowly beating for that red figure he could no longer touch.

Jiang Dusheng walked to Yi Che, who was still staring blankly at the spot where Jiang Shuangjiang had disappeared, and said:

"That bead was given to me by Miss Jiang, who instructed me to use magic to place it into your body after she left, in order to seal your memories related to her. Now the bead is gone..."

"But if you still find the pain unbearable and wish to forget, there is a Buddhist technique called the Formless Seal of Memory. I can apply this seal to you to temporarily seal your memories related to Miss Jiang."

Upon hearing this, Yi Che seemed to wake up from a long nightmare. He suddenly raised his head, his voice hoarse but clear: "No, I don't want to forget."

Yi Che raised his hand and pressed it hard against his chest, as if trying to press that memory into his bones and blood. "These memories, whether good or bad, are proof that she existed, and they are a part of my life."

"If even I have forgotten, in this vast world and through the long passage of time, who else will remember that there was once a woman named Jiang Shuangjiang?"