How about a bowl of Mengpo soup

After Haishi, the lights of Ming Street flickered.

Walking into the city of the underworld, you can see the hustle and bustle in front of your eyes.There are many shops on both sides of the street, pedestrians come and go like weaving, and the stalls along the road are full of exquisite things.Standing in this bustling crowd, I suddenly have the illusion of being in a busy city in the world.

The city of the underworld is like a mirror, which seems to reflect a world that is the same as the mortal world, but upon closer inspection, it is quite different.Strange people live here, to be precise, ghosts.

Occasionally, I see a few good-looking figures walking in front of you, attracting your attention, but when they turn around, it is very likely that their faces are pale and their lips are blackened, and maybe... it will be even more terrifying .

Thinking back to when Meng Wanyan first came here, she was really terrified, and she didn't dare to go out at night for a long time.She still clearly remembers the scene when she first walked on this street more than 30 years ago.

At that time, it was the time of Haishi, and it was night in the underworld.Standing in a place where no one was around, she suddenly saw a boundless black cloth covering the sky above her head from a distance, covering the sky and covering the earth. In just a moment, the world was darkened.Then, row after row of all-round white lanterns were lit up, spread out from far to near, and the pale cold light reflected the criss-crossing of the street. Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying scene appeared——

Countless "people" with strange shapes appeared from nowhere on the originally empty street, and they walked slowly towards her... Of course they were not human beings, and Meng Wanyan could hardly hear the footsteps as they passed by one by one. , only the dark yin energy approached her, her spine felt chilly, she lost her voice and froze on the spot, her dilated pupils were full of fear, and her whole body seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

At this moment, a passing figure suddenly stopped and turned to face her.Meng Wanyan's heart skipped a beat, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she suddenly saw a bluish-white face appearing in front of her, with a skin-turned wound across the bridge of her nose, exposing white bones, and those bloodshot eyes were perfectly round He opened his eyes, staring at her eerily.

"—Ah!" Meng Wanyan yelled out of shock, feeling a sudden chill rising from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head, she took a quick step back, covered her mouth with her hand and ran away in panic.

The streets criss-crossed, she couldn't find her way, and she couldn't run to the end. Meng Wanyan was like a frightened rabbit running around, embarrassed and desperate.There were hideous ghosts everywhere, and she was dodging in a daze in this strange and terrifying world. She stumbled all the way, her whole body shivered like cold water, her complexion turned gray, and she almost collapsed on the ground.Finally, he staggered and fell on a corner of the road.

"Little girl, what's wrong with running so fast?" When she got up with all her strength, an old voice sounded from the side.She trembled, turned her gaze mechanically, and saw the old woman standing beside her... skinny, with protruding eyes, protruding tongue, and the bruise on her neck was frightening and glaring.

Meng Wanyan heard a buzz in her ears, and her eyes suddenly went dark.

The moment before she lost consciousness, she felt someone hugging her waist, and then she fell into a cold and soft embrace. The faint fragrance of ambergris lingered in her breath, but it turned into a part of the nightmare...

When she woke up, she was already in her residence.And what happened that day became a shadow for her life.She hated the person who brought her to the underworld, she gritted her silver teeth with hatred.However, she was afraid, she didn't know what to do, so she could only lock herself in the house, unwilling to go out again.

After a few days like this, finally, one night, someone knocked on her door.

The very rhythmic knock on the door was accompanied by "Open the door, open the door, open the door quickly, I know you are home." After a long time, Meng Wanyan finally couldn't stand it anymore and opened the door to the front yard.As soon as it was opened, a beautiful face came into view with a cheap smile. "Eh heh heh, I haven't seen you for a few days, Master Meng has become much emaciated. Well, the king ordered me to visit you, but your body is not feeling well? I just happen to be the imperial doctor of the underworld..."

"I'm fine!" Hearing that it was sent by that person, the breath of the beauty in white turned cold in vain, and naturally she didn't give the man in green clothes any good looks. She came in, stood beside her rubbing her hands, and smiled flatteringly: "It's rare to come, so let me come in and sit." Then he opened the door again, "Hehe, open the door to let in the air..."

Meng Wanyan gave her a cold look, and walked back to the house alone.Feng Wuya hurriedly followed.

Two candle lamps were lit inside the room, which was very bright.The layout is also extremely simple, but it is very clean and tidy, spotless, and the air is full of pleasant fragrance.Feng Wuya's eyes lit up, he walked to the table and sat down, leisurely picked up the teapot and poured water into the cup, without treating himself as an outsider at all.At this moment, Meng Wanyan's expression also eased a lot. After all, the other party has nothing against her, so she doesn't need to blame others because of that person.

"Go back and tell her that I will go to Naihe Bridge tomorrow." She sat across the table and said to the Tsing Yi judge who bowed his head and sipped tea.

"Huh? Oh, that's good." As if he didn't expect Meng Wanyan to say that, Feng Wuya froze for a moment before nodding in response.Meng Wanyan was willing to become this Meng Po and she naturally saved a lot of trouble.But……

She put down her teacup, glanced at the occasional passers-by outside the open courtyard door, and a certain image appeared in her mind.So he leaned closer and said hesitantly, "Master Meng, are you... still afraid?"

"I can't talk about being afraid or not. Heh, I'm the same as them now, aren't I?" Meng Wanyan's tone was indifferent, and she seemed to have no emotion, but after saying this, the corners of her tightly pursed lips softened. Bai, the eyes looking out of the door are very complicated, mixed with disgust, self-deprecating, and desolate helplessness.

All these fell into Feng Wuya's eyes.The hand holding the cup tightened, she took a deep look at the woman opposite, suddenly smiled, and said in an unexpectedly relaxed tone: "At night, you can see people with broken hands and broken hands everywhere here. Residents of Mingjie who are heady, long-tongued, or in various poses are wandering on the street, listening to music, drinking tea, chatting and drinking, and happily shopping all the shops on the street. In fact, they are all very good at living Just ghosts."

"Everyone doesn't care about each other's appearance, so they don't bother to modify anything. Over time, it has become a custom. But during the day, most of them go out with their good-looking appearance when they were alive, but some new ghosts have no aura and don't know how to control them. It looks scary all day long, and the voice is erratic. But it’s just scary, and they won’t hurt you. Those who can live here are not evil spirits. After a long time, you will get used to it.”

After saying this, seeing the subtle fluctuations in Meng Wanyan's expression, the arc of Feng Wuya's mouth slowly widened, winking playfully, pointing to the door and laughing: "Hey, it's actually quite interesting, isn't it? Look at this street. You can tell how they died at a glance. When you are bored, you can go to the street and laugh at each other when you see each other's appearance. Wouldn't it be interesting?"

"Interesting?" Meng Wanyan raised her eyebrows, feeling annoyed and amused. Did this person describe the terrifying scene in her mind as an interesting one?Really... There are such strange followers as there are strange masters.She was thinking like this, but her eyes moved to the outside of the door unconsciously, just in time to see a blackened man with bleeding from seven orifices walking on the street under the pale light.

This person...was poisoned to death?Meng Wanyan's mind moved slightly, but she didn't realize that her first reaction was not fear or something else.When she had a reaction, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt a strange feeling.But the man on the other end sneered: "Pfft, this guy must have been poisoned to death."

Clear voice, brisk tone, but without malice.Meng Wanyan was stunned for a moment, and the scene of those scary-looking ghost people making fun of each other on the road could not be restrained in her mind, and then went shopping and having fun together.This, what a strange world this is...

On the other hand, Feng Wuya didn't seem to notice Meng Wanyan's tangled expression, and continued to point out, explaining with great interest: "Look at the one holding the jug, he was an alcoholic in his lifetime, because he drank too much. The one who died suddenly, and the one who walked with a limp over there." She pointed to the other side, "He died from a fall, walking at night at night, falling from a mountain, breaking his leg, and..."

"Then... where's the man in brocade at the back?" Unexpectedly, the woman in white who had been silent at the table suddenly spoke out.She pointed to a man with his arms hanging down, his eyes rolled white, but he had a very happy smile on his face and asked Judge Tsing Yi: "How did that person die?"

Feng Wuya choked immediately, turned around, deliberately looked at Meng Wanyan with an unbelievable expression, and then flirted with a flirtatious wink, "Hehe, Mr. Meng can guess for himself." As she spoke, she looked out the door, and was about to say something more, but her smile gradually disappeared, and the expression on her face became a little strange.He frowned and thought about it, and finally took out a booklet to look through it, and after a while he said unnaturally: "—Oh, that person... used to count money until he was soft, and then... Finally one day I was happy to die."

"puff!"

The dignified and indifferent beauty in white beside the table couldn't help it for a while, and finally laughed out loud...

Then the next day, Meng Wanyan cooked the first pot of Meng Po soup like she said, and took it to the Meng Po Bridge.Then she was arranged to live in the Qionghua Palace not far from Suchen Palace that day.One night after a long time, when she went to Ming Street again, she was surprised to find that the entire city of Ming had changed.

Floating on the street is no longer all white lanterns, replaced by all kinds of lanterns, colorful.What is even more unbelievable is that those pedestrians who should have been grotesque and terrifying have all become no different from ordinary people.

On the street corners, in the shops, there are always handsome, old, fresh, or delicate faces. The cars and horses are sparkling, and the people are well-dressed and smiling.It felt like being in a rich and colorful picture scroll, and Meng Wanyan, who was already mentally prepared, stood on the street in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

It was only later that I heard that the reason why the city of the underworld became like this was because someone suddenly promulgated a decree one day, saying that in order to let the ghost people miss the feeling of being in the world, at the same time rectify the atmosphere, beautify the city appearance, and require Ming Street changed its decorations, and pedestrians kept their appearances when they were alive...

However, the real reason was well known to everyone without mentioning it.

……

The long thoughts drifted back from more than 30 years ago. At this moment, the woman in white walking on Ming Street looked at the red, yellow and yellow lights all over the street, and bent her lips inadvertently. smile.

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Yan You: Wuya, our bank seems to be a little empty recently.

Feng Wuya: This...how about I go to the underworld and make those mortals burn more?

Yan You: ... Are you joking with me?

Feng Wuya: Then... Let's go to Yangjian to build an adventure ghost town, and charge entrance fees or something.

Yan You: Those mortals will come to seek abuse?

Feng Wuya: Of course!Hey, it's better to use the street shooting video of Mr. Meng fainted in Ming Street as an advertisement.

Yan You: (He pondered for a while) Well, that's fine, but I have to cut out the part where this king appears at the end.

Feng Wuya: No way!The queen's hug in the back is the key point!Custody can attract countless innocent girls, and when the time comes, counting the money will make you feel soft!Oh ha ha ha ha...

Yan You: ...