The thirteenth stop of the underworld.

Resurrection Cliff.

Next to the bridge stood a thatched cottage. The cottage appeared small, but upon closer inspection, it had one or two floors. Behind it, there was a courtyard with attic windows, giving it a modest and simple appearance.

Clara boredly held a bunch of miscellaneous things and randomly threw them into the pot in front of her.

Then she picked up a large spoon and stirred it a few times, and saw the soup bubbling and foaming. Only then did she stop.

Clara picked up a bowl, spooned half of it for herself, and drank it all in one gulp.

Watching the bubbling Lethe witch soup, the ghosts actually didn't feel any heat.

Clara pouted, "Lethe witch, this is definitely diluted with water. I wonder how much profit the middleman made."

The Lethe witch who came in felt heartbroken as soon as she saw her.

"Hurry up and take the soup out..." She covered her chest, feeling a pang in her heart every time she spoke to Clara.

Clara: "Oh, you're here!"

She had been here for too long, and in the process, she had unknowingly developed a skill.

I saw her grab the handle of the pot, lift it up, and effortlessly move a large pot of soup outside.

Lethe witch took the bowl and, at a glance, saw countless ghosts lined up in a long queue, winding all the way into the distance.

"A bowl of Lethe witch soup, erasing all the sorrows of the mortal world." Lethe witch handed the bowl to the ghost in front of her.

The ghost struggled and resisted, saying, "No! I don't want to forget! I can't forget him, I want to be with him in the next life!"

Lethe witch pitied, "But he already had someone else."

The ghost was angry, "No! He must have his reasons! Even if he has someone else now, I still love him, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Clara picked up a bowl of soup and poured it into his mouth while pinching his nose. She muttered, "Go dig some wild vegetables!"

Lethe witch: "..."

Speechless.

We, who are engaged in business, emphasize only one thing: mutual consent. How can we force it upon others?

The Lethe witch was accustomed to plucking a tear from the ghost and was about to let her go.

Little did she know, the ghost suddenly clutched its chest, with a vacant expression. She cried out, "Ah...hubby, where are you? Why can't I see anything!"

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Lethe witch's hand and said with a serious expression, "Akang, don't be sad! Seeing you like this makes me even sadder in my heart!"

Lethe witch looked shocked.

Clara's hand holding the spoon trembled, and the soup spilled out of the spoon, even more than the amount of meat the cafeteria aunt shook off while serving food.

With a kind and gentle expression, and having cultivated oneself for a hundred years to become a person with a mild temperament and charitable nature, Lethe Witch's eyebrows suddenly twitched as she shouted, "Clara! What did you add to the Lethe Witch soup again!"

The ghosts had all messed up because of her!

Clara coughed and said, "No, no, I just saw a bottle of Zhen Shi Ming eye drops on the shelf, so I added a tiny bit..."

Lethe witch trembled with anger, "That was supposed to treat my presbyopia!"

Clara: "Oh! It was really eye drops!"

No, the Lethe witch soup itself is made from the tears of the human world. The combination of countless tears is known as the Eight Tears of Induction...

"It was you who told me back then that any tears could be shed," Clara said innocently.

The Lethe witch fell backwards.

Fortunately, although the girl was crazy and had a pair of blind eyes wide open, she eventually forgot about the past and successfully crossed the Abyss Bridge.

She sobbed while jumping off Despair Cliff.

Clara touched her nose and said, "Hmm... Look, isn't this pretty good?"

Lethe witch: Her fingers trembled.

Clara was understanding: "Alright, mother-in-law, you've worked hard. Please have a seat, I'll take care of it."

"The pot of soup has been simmered, so let's not waste it. Regardless of the outcome, it met the standards."

Lethe witch trembled her lips and said, "....Whatever...."

Clara smiled and skillfully waved her hand, saying, "Come on, next one."

The big man in front of me had bloodshot eyes: "He killed me, he actually killed me for five cents! I won't forget! I will remember this bastard's face and kill him in my next life!"

Clara nodded, "Hmm? There's still a story? Come, sit down and slowly tell me."

She smiled and poured herself a bowl of soup, then took a sip.

The big man sat down subconsciously and then picked up the Lethe witch soup and drank it all in one go. With a bang, he put down the bowl and angrily said, "Fifty cents! Just fifty cents for a bowl of soup! Why? Do you look down on me? Five dollars! I must pay five dollars!"

After saying that, he reached into his pocket and unexpectedly pulled out a one hundred million underworld currency note developed by the Universal Bank of Heaven and Earth, forcefully stuffing it into Clara's hand.

After he went out, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "Hahaha! Five... huh?"

He looked bewildered on his face, and Clara kicked him onto the Abyss Bridge, and then he went past in a daze.

The Lethe witch sat on the side, feeling depressed.

Looking at the long line in front of her, various crying ghosts arrived at Clara's place. After drinking the soup, their mental states became extremely abnormal. She even had a feeling that she was currently sitting in a mental hospital.

The pot of soup quickly ran out, and Clara happily took the pot and went inside, ready to bring out another new one.

At this moment, she heard a familiar voice saying, "Grandma, I don't want to drink soup. I still want to go find my mom."

Clara's expression changed and she suddenly turned around.