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Chapter 111 Meng Po, Too Much Soup (1)

On the bridge across the river in the ghost world, there are huge crowds of people every day. Oh, to be precise, it is a sea of ​​ghosts and ghosts. These ghosts line up from the head of the bridge across the river to the end of the bridge.

Seeing more and more ghosts gathered and denser, the ghost messengers were all anxious.

Just at this moment, Bai Wuchang brought another ghost over.

He glanced at the ghosts who were almost lined up at the gate of the King of Hell's hall, raised his brows and asked the ghost messenger beside him, "Where's Granny Meng?"

"Grandma Meng is making soup." The ghost guard wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Because a few days ago, Po Meng lost a beloved hairpin on the Naihe Bridge, left a pot of soup, and ran to the world to find the hairpin, but never came back.

How long can a pot of soup last?The ghosts drank it the day after she left.

Ghosts who haven't drunk Meng Po soup can't cross the Naihe bridge, and can't cast a baby, they can only wander in the underworld.

Due to the increasing number of ghosts, the order of the underworld is also in chaos.

Each ghost messenger has its own duties, and there is no free time to manage those ghosts who are about to reincarnate.

These ghosts haven't had Mengpo soup yet, and each of them still has memories of their lives.

Every day at the entrance of the Hall of the King of Hades, ghosts and wolves howled, crying one by one, making the entire Hall of the King of Hades uneasy.

Not to mention that the ghost messengers are getting bored to death, even Hades sitting on the high hall is being tortured.

Fortunately, fortunately, Granny Meng came back today.

All the ghost messengers who got the news of Meng Po's return, especially those working on the bridge across the river, wished to set down the fireworks in the world to celebrate.

Bai Wuchang got the whereabouts of Meng Po, and left with the ghost in his hand.

It would be more appropriate to say that it is to hold him, but to lead him away. Unlike other ghosts who are chained, this ghost is completely clean, and there is nothing that binds him.

"Is this ghost still doing something special?" The ghost guard looked puzzled at the ghost who didn't go to line up honestly, but was led by Bai Wuchang to go backstage.

In other words, in front of a small thatched hut beside the Naihe Bridge, a beautiful girl in a bright red dress was stirring a pot of soup unhappily.

Losing the hairpin she liked made her feel bad. She went to the world to search for it but couldn't find it, so she was feeling unhappy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the front foot returned to the low mansion, he was forced to call for work, and now the resentment in his heart was even worse, and the strength to stir the soup was a little heavier.

He continued to murmur, "It's hard for you, put more bitterness..."

"Mengba!"

Po Meng, who was stirring vigorously, heard Bai Wuchang's voice from afar.

She was too lazy to take care of that guy, and let him suddenly hook such a soul to the underworld, causing her work to pile up a lot all of a sudden.

My hands are sore!
Seeing that Po Meng ignored him, Bai Wuchang didn't care, he disturbed his head and walked into her, "You are in a bad mood."

This is no nonsense!Po Meng rolled her eyes unhappily, normal ghosts can see it, okay?
"Go away, don't disturb my mother's work." Meng Po Gu Qian saw that the soup was already churning, so she had time to raise her eyes and give Bai Wuchang a look.

With this glance, he just caught a glimpse of the young man who was following him.

A surprisingly beautiful boy.

Gu Qian subconsciously licked the corner of her lips, raised her pink lips, and said with a smile, "Why are you dead again?"

The boy lowered his head and didn't speak.

Gu Qian was also used to his appearance, and turned to look at Bai Wuchang, "What is his identity, he always jumps in line every time he comes?"

Without waiting for Bai Wuchang to answer, she continued: "I hate ghosts with backstage the most."

Bai Wuchang, who had no backstage, wanted to nod in agreement, but he was afraid that this lord would remember what happened today after all the tribulations.

So he could only pick out the people to offend and said, "It must be those people..."

Immortals are also divided into three, six, and nine grades, and ordinary immortals have no chance of going through calamities.

Generally, those who come to experience the tribulation are immortals who have cultivated to a certain level, but when these people come to the underworld, they must follow the local rules and never do anything special.

Identity is also there.In the current situation, those people mentioned by Bai Wuchang, without exception, are high-ranking gods with profound spells.

(End of this chapter)