The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 176: Chapter 176: Drink a Bowl of Soup and Forget a Lifetime

Chapter 176: Chapter 176: Drink a Bowl of Soup and Forget a Lifetime

Tao Ti tentatively stretched out her little foot, carefully stepping onto the surface of the bridge, looking left and right with a very cautious appearance.

The feeling underfoot was solid as she stood on the bridge, and nothing strange happened, emboldening Tao Ti to take another step forward, glancing around cautiously.

All was calm, and Tao Ti grew bolder, taking one step, then another, and then a third, until she reached the middle of the bridge. Suddenly, she quickened her pace and dashed into the thick fog, waving her little hands to disperse the mist in front of her, hoping to get a clear view of her surroundings.

The moment she crossed the bridge, that strange gust of wind came again, dispersing the heavy red and yellow fog, unfolding the scene before her eyes.

The surface of the river bubbled, revealing scene after scene in dense succession, many and varied.

At the eastern end of the river, there was a stand where Granny, with her youthful face and white hair, was serving soup, holding a bowl painted with swirls that, on closer inspection, resembled nine black circles.

In front of Granny, there was a very long queue that seemed endless at a glance, all made up of Spiritual Bodies, floating off the ground.

When the large pot was emptied, Granny lifted the giant black cauldron with one hand and scooped from the river, filling it again.

“Tao Ti!”

The voice was very close now, within the queue.

Tao Ti opened her eyes wide to search, and saw Grandpa constantly waving at her!

“Grandpa!”

Tao Ti’s eyes brimmed with surprise, and she dashed off like a little cannonball, running over and plunging into the old man’s embrace.

She was held!

Tao Ti’s eyes widened in disbelief. She had been embraced by her grandfather’s Spiritual Body?

She looked down at her little feet, standing on solid ground, not floating at all.

How could she be held so tangibly?

The old man answered her, reaching out to gently touch her head, “This place is connected to your dream; you are a Spiritual Body, yet not quite a Spiritual Body, somewhat like a Primordial Spirit.”

“How could I dream of Grandpa?”

“Your dream is connected to this place. I originally wanted to see you one last time before my reincarnation and to send you a dream. Later, Horse-face told me that you are different from ordinary people. If you wish to see me, you can connect your dream to this place.”

Tao Ti blinked, only half understanding.

Grandpa pointed to the scenes in the river and said, “Each Spirit awaiting reincarnation sees different scenes in the river. Through this, we can see those we are attached to. I saw you and the dragon-phoenix twins; I know they’ve been troubling you.”

Tao Ti looked toward the river, where she could only see a jumble of numerous scenes, as if she could see everything all the Spirits here wanted to see.

As long as she focused on one Spirit for a while, then looked at the river, she would see the specific scene that Spirit was viewing.

“Tao Ti, you don’t have to bother with them anymore. Everyone has their own way of living. Even if you took them in, they wouldn’t know gratitude.”

Tao Ti lowered her eyes and said softly, “They don’t have flowers above their heads; they don’t like me. They have black mushrooms overhead, and they truly despise me, resenting me.”

She hadn’t told anyone that she could differentiate whether someone genuinely liked her by the flowers above their heads; this was the first time she’d told anyone.

She thought Grandpa wouldn’t believe her, but he stroked her head tenderly and said, “That’s good, Grandpa is relieved. You can use this to distinguish good intentions from bad, and no one will be able to deceive you.”

As they talked, the queue swiftly moved forward. Despite the queue appearing very long, it moved quickly because new Spirits continuously joined it.

It was almost Grandpa’s turn to drink the soup, and he looked at Tao Ti reluctantly, advising her, “Don’t let your heart soften for me again. The black mushrooms symbolize full-blown malice; they harbor ill intent. Keep as far away from them as possible.”

Tao Ti nodded lightly, her small hand clutching Grandpa’s sleeve tightly—but it was Grandpa’s turn, and he received the soup. He patted Tao Ti’s hand gently, signaling her to let go.

Once the old man drank the soup, he would forget this life.

Tears rolled in Tao Ti’s eyes, but her little hand just wouldn’t let go.

“Ah, young girl, you’re delaying his time of reincarnation; his mother is about to die in a difficult birth!”