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Yifeng had no idea that the number of gods among the passengers on his trip was ridiculously high, including totems, demon gods, and a god of ice and snow.

It flapped its wings excitedly, taking off directly without any need for a running start, and flew steadily to a height of fifty or sixty meters, then flew over each exhibition area along the sightseeing route.

"Wow!"

The strong wind caused by the flight blew everyone's hair and clothes, but the gods did not seem afraid at all.

At this time, Sister Si turned on the camera function of the optical computer and aimed it at the passengers on the back of the pterosaur.

"Let's take a group photo first!"

The Dragon and the Monkey made a “yeah” gesture as if it was a conditioned reflex.

Aunt Thirteen and the Snow Queen were still a little restrained and stood there dignifiedly.

"Okay, next, men, please get out of the camera, we are going to shoot something else!"

Chen Long and the others understood immediately, laughed twice, and walked to the other side.

They couldn't see the old horse sitting on the paw, but they also laughed, "No wonder he refused to sit down, it turned out he wanted to take pictures!"

After a lot of trouble, the Ice Queen was squeezed into the C position by five people. She seldom got so close to others, and she couldn't help but get nervous.

"Big sister, you are the tallest and especially suitable for this position. This time we can finally make the most standard six-pointed star!" Rooster posed excitedly.

Sijie and Thirteenth Aunt stood at the two ends of the back row, while Sheep, Rooster and Rabbit were in the front row. After everything was arranged, Sijie asked the others, "Is it standard?"

Other Totems: "Quite symmetrical!"

"Crack, click, click!"

The optical brain recorded this scene, with the back and wings of the Quetzalcoatl and the magnificent glass ceiling of the Plane Convention and Exhibition Center in the background.

The dinosaur bus business was booming, and everyone had selectively forgotten about the food stall at No. 44 Mengpo.

In all her long career, Meng Po has only lost to the plane shops in large-scale parades in the underworld, but the customers there did not dare to give Meng Po a hard time.

But when they got here, no one pampered them at all. No one even said a nice word to them. They just turned around and left when they smelled something.

A ghost scrubbed the pot clean and prepared to pour all the Meng Po soup into a thermos bucket to take back.

"What are you collecting!" Mengpo No. 44 stopped him.

The ghost said helplessly: "Ms. Meng Po, the activity is over. It's not a waste for us to take it back and drink it slowly."

Although it tastes a bit unpalatable, this soup is a particularly nutritious tonic for ghosts. What the ghost said was both the truth and a comfort.

"They don't know the value of this! This isn't the kind you drink after jumping into the Yellow River. It's even more nutritious than Buddha Jumps Over the Wall!"

Mengpo No. 44 pouted and pretended to be bluffing, but she actually wanted to cry a long time ago.

But she couldn't cry, because she represented the reputation of the entire Mengpo Group and she absolutely could not show weakness in front of others!

At this time, a short-haired woman stood in front of the stall, picked up a bowl, smelled it, and asked Mengpo No. 44: "This, will I really not lose my memory if I drink it?"

There was light in Mengpo No. 44's eyes again. Even if it was just one person, even if that person was Gu Xingyan, the number one competitor of their Mengpo Group, she wanted to get the other party's recognition!

"Of course not! I see that you major in ghost cultivation. If you drink more of my soup, your compatibility with the paper man will be even higher!"

This was the first time Gu Xingyan had heard of the issue of compatibility, so she quickly asked, "I only knew before that the higher the cultivation level, the more paper figures one could control at the same time. What are the benefits of a higher compatibility?"

Mengpo No. 44’s shoulders were about to slump. It was just a bowl of soup, why did she have to be a mentor?

She had no choice but to continue answering: "The higher the degree of compatibility, the more efficient your communication with the paper man will be. Didn't you find that when the paper man conveys messages to you, it can only convey vague meanings?

"A great paper figurine master can use the paper figurine as a... eavesdropping device!"

She curled her lips and said, "The level of ghost cultivators in the world is just so-so. They don't even understand this and are misleading the younger generation."

She was not talking about Gu Xingyan, but the person who taught Gu Xingyan.

But Gu Xingyan was self-taught in the realm of cultivation. Was it that she was not skilled enough, or did the cultivators really not realize this?

Gu Xingyan pinched her nose with doubt and drank the bowl of Meng Po soup in one gulp.

"Not bad!" Mengpo No. 44 gave a thumbs up in appreciation. The ghost next to him also clapped his hands politely and continued to pack up his stall secretly.

This time, Mengpo No. 44 failed to stop the ghost, and the pent-up breath was inexplicably resolved by Gu Xingyan. She also faced the reality and helped to recover the Mengpo soup.

After Gu Xingyan finished drinking, she didn't speak for a long time. Her tongue felt bitter and numb, her face turned blue, and she almost vomited.

But she covered her mouth and forced herself to hold it back. She took out a bottle of mineral water from the space and drank the whole bottle in gulps. Only then did she feel better.

She even spoke with a lisp, and pointed at the thermos in the ghost's hand and said vaguely: "This is Wazhi Wa Rao Ra."

The ghost understood it immediately, which meant "I want this thing."

Because he himself often bought Meng Po soup to drink for the purpose of practicing, he especially understood this kind of situation where it was difficult to explain.

"Uh, but these are cold."

"If it's money?"

Without even a second thought, Mengpo No. 44 snatched the thermos bucket from the ghost messenger and stuffed it into Gu Xingyan's arms, "I don't want your money! You're the only one who knows what's good in such a big venue! Humph!"

As she spoke, she took out a piece of maltose from her pocket and gave it to Gu Xingyan, "Have a bite of this. This is the latest product developed by our group. It has not yet been launched on the market, but it should be of some use."

Gu Xingyan was not afraid that she would murder herself. She held it in her mouth, and the taste was still strange. "Has it gone bad... Hey, is my tongue okay?"

"How can it be spoiled? It's fresh!" Mengpo No. 44 was angry, but the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

Gu Xingyan knew that the other party was arrogant, so she didn't mention the money anymore, and instead talked about the reason why Mengpo Soup was unpopular.

"I think you picked the wrong track. You shouldn't be participating in the food hall event."

Mengpo No. 44 showed signs of exploding, and raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean!"

Gu Xingyan made a downward gesture to let her calm down first, "What I mean is that the 'soup' in Mengpo Soup is the soup of medicine, not the 'soup' in the sense of cooking.

"There will be a special training event the day after tomorrow, and many pills and potions will be on display. That will be the time for Mengpo Soup to wreak havoc."

Meng Po No. 44 was startled. What she said made a lot of sense...

Their Mengpo Group has always regarded itself as a catering group, and as they have been doing it, they almost forgot that Mengpo Soup itself is actually a kind of spiritual medicine for cultivation...

It's not that they have collectively lost their sense of taste as the rumors say, but the medicinal ingredients in Meng Po Soup have to taste like that!

Could it be that, all these years, they have been fussing about taste and have been working in the wrong direction?

That’s not right... They are a public institution and have an obligation to serve the people and make better quality Mengpo Soup!

The taste now is much better than it was hundreds of years ago!

For this, their group has received honorary awards from the Ghost King many times, and many old ghosts are willing to continue to spend money to sponsor them.

Gu Xingyan pinched the candy wrapper and continued, "Your candy appeared at the right time. It will definitely sell for a good price when paired with your Meng Po soup. If you can't find a market, I can help you find a way to sell it."

For example, on the Blue Star of Cultivation, ghost cultivation is a popular profession, and many ghost cultivators can buy this to improve themselves.

In that dimension, Gu Xingyan had never heard of any ghost cultivator drinking Meng Po soup. Instead, there were many private restaurants serving ghost food that were expensive and unpalatable, but many people still rushed to make reservations.

Although Mengpo No. 44 really wanted to get this export trade order, he still shook his head and declined.

"Boss Gu, we are short of everything in the underworld. We lack raw materials, equipment, and manpower. The Meng Po soup we make at home is not enough for the reincarnated ghosts to drink, which causes a large number of ghosts to be stranded... I appreciate your kindness."