Meng Po's Rebellious Cocktail

On the banks of the River of Forgetfulness, the neon lights of Meng Po's tavern flickered in the mist of the underworld. Meng Po, with wild curly hair streaked with silver, sat cross-legged at the bar. Without even looking at the queue of ghosts, she casually tossed a few spider lilies into the metal cauldron before her, and magical purple and red smoke instantly billowed up. "Hey, I heard drinking your soup makes you forget all the pain and loved ones from this life?" a newly deceased young ghost asked, his voice trembling. Meng Po exhaled a smoke ring, sneered, poured the purple liquid from the shaker into a skull-shaped glass, and slammed it onto the counter. "Who wants to brew that boring clear soup for you guys?" she said, her eyes rebellious and defiant. "What I'm mixing today is 'hard liquor'. Don't forget the past, go reincarnate with your obsessions and hatred! Turn the next life upside down for me!" The ghosts looked at each other, and then, the entire place erupted in a wild cheer.