The architecture of the scene imitated Tang style, which was made eerie by the program crew with special lighting effects. The place where they are now is a large lawn, the ground is overgrown with weeds, and the light is hidden in the grass. It moves with the wind, and at first glance it looks like countless ghost claws. All kinds of penetrating screams and screams floated in the cold air from time to time, which really made a few people feel like they are in the dark.
It was delayed for a while. Twenty minutes have passed. Two hours are four hours, which means there are still three hours and forty minutes before the door of reincarnation opens.
Sheng Qiao said quickly: "Let's look around first to find a way to restore health. There should be a hidden mission. The door of reincarnation is only opened six times, and we have to walk alone every time we open it."
After Zhao Yu walked through his plot, he waved his hand: "This is what the king said, and you wait for it to do it yourself."
Then he led the bullhead horse face and the little devil and turned away.
A few people also started to move forward, and they saw a river more than two meters wide in front of them.
Several frying pans were set up by the river, and a ghost-looking person was standing by the pot, throwing a scrawny little devil into the pot. I don't know where the program group got the group performance, how realistic and realistic it is. If it wasn't for the fire under the pot with special lighting effects, I really thought it was blowing up the kid.
The kid in the pot screamed miserably. The program crew really dared to do it. Everyone approached and smelled it, but the pot was filled with real oil.
The ghost chaser poked the little ghost with the iron fork in his hand, and cursed, "What are you shouting?"
The little devil hid his face and cried bitterly: "I love my clothes! The man on it just burned it, and it was covered with oil after only wearing it once!"
The ghost laughed: "Using Lizhu laundry detergent, no matter how much oily stains you are not afraid of!"
Everyone: "..."
I believe in your evil, Lizhao is one of the advertising sponsors of this season, this placement is too slippery.
The ghost saw a few people here watching the excitement, turned his head and angrily opened, "Do you know why this kid was blown up by a pan?"
Sheng Qiao tentatively answered, "Why?"
Guichai: "It's because I looked at me more in the crowd!"
Sheng Qiao: "..."
Everyone turned their heads and ran, ran to the front and was blocked by Wangchuan, but there was a wooden bridge sandwiched between the river, so you don't need to think about it.
There was an old woman standing on the bridge, with a big pot in front of her, she was stirring in the pot with a soup ladle. Seeing a few people approaching, her face was kind and said: "Everyone, take a bite of soup?"
It was Po Meng.
Shen Jun intentionally took a closer look. The soup in the pot was green and thick with a strange smell. He immediately covered his nose and said, "Don't drink!"
Meng Po sneered twice: "If you don't drink Meng Po soup, you are not allowed to cross the Naihe Bridge."
There was this road in front of me, and the main scene was at the end of Naihe Bridge. Po Meng took out a bowl from behind and took a spoon to scoop a bowl of soup from the pot, moving to the middle: "Who drink first?"
Fang Zhi glanced at the thick and thick soup in the bowl, almost vomiting, and said in a Taiwanese accent, "It looks like thick sputum."
Everyone: "..."
Damn, she couldn't drink it anymore when she said that.
Shen Jun said intently: "What nonsense to her, we are crowded, so we tied her up first."
Ji Jiayou is a polite child, hesitatingly said: "It's not good to treat an old man like this?"
Zeng Ming smiled and said, "Old man, we have something to discuss. Can you let us go if you don't want to drink this soup? After all, you are at a disadvantage if you start your hands?"
As soon as the words fell, I saw Po Meng sneered twice and said loudly: "All come out."
Four big sturdy ghosts came out from behind the bushes on the opposite side of the bridge. At first glance, they were practicing fitness. Their muscles violently broke out, and they could kill people with a fist.
The four of them walked over and stood behind Po Meng. Po Meng sneered and said, "Who is at a disadvantage now?" He glanced at him again, "Who just said to tie up the old man?"
Shen Junyi looked at Sheng Qiao with a heartbroken face and said indignantly: "Brother! Why did you say bad words just now? We are juniors, do you know how to respect the elders?"
Sheng Qiao: "???"
Po Meng pointed to Shen Junyi: "Go, tie him up for me, and let him taste the thick soup made by the old man using the brains of evil spirits for three thousand years."
Shen Junyi: "Oh..."
Then several people watched Shen Junyi being held down by four sturdy men and poured a bowl of Mengpo soup.
It was terrible.
Sheng Qiao held back his disgust, and poked Shen Junyi, who was paralyzed on the ground, with a finger: "What's the smell?"
Shen Junyi pinched his neck and said with difficulty, "It's too bitter."
Meng Po said from the side: "Suffering is right. Life is suffering in all things. Meng Po Tang is the last bitterness of a person. After suffering, the past is turned into a cloud of smoke, without thinking or thinking, ignorance and impermanence."
Shen Jun deliberately lay on the ground and said with a throat: "I understand, it's like this for vegetative people."
Po Meng: "..."
Sheng Qiao walked to the pot and smelled it, then turned around and said to a few people: "It should be boiled with bitter gourd powder, drink it, it will clear away heat and detoxify."
There are four muscular men here, and they have to drink if they don't drink. Several people pinched their noses and poured a bowl of Mengpo soup before crossing the river. As soon as I crossed the river, the HP on my shoulders tinkled, adding a little bit.
Sheng Qiao: "I said it would increase my health. Then I can drink ninety-nine bowls?"
Director group: "???"
Po Meng said coldly: "I want to be beautiful! The soup of the old man is made with the brains of evil spirits for three thousand years. It was the Jade Emperor who wanted to ask for a bowl and didn't just give it to you. I want ninety-nine bowls."
Shen Junyi: "The Jade Emperor tastes really heavy."
Po Meng: "Tie him up to the old man and use it to make soup!"
Shen Jun deliberately ran away.
There is a ghost street ahead. Dilapidated red lanterns flickered on the eaves, and iron chains were tied between the feet of ghosts passing by, and the streets were full of clattering noises when the chains moved.
There are still a lot of shops on the street, and the group performances in and out of each shop turned pale and ghostly. Sheng Qiao looked around, and said thoughtfully: "You should be able to find a mission point on this street."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard someone shouting in front of me: "I'm hiring, I'm hiring! Those who are interested come to sign up!"
A few people hurried over and saw a man with big eyebrows and big eyes standing akimbo at the intersection. Seeing a few people gathered around, they looked up and asked: "Are you here to apply?"
Sheng Qiao: "Yes! Dare to ask eldest brother what are you recruiting here?"
The eldest brother said: "What do you look like in my dress?"
A few people looked at his clothes, with a white headscarf on his head, an undershirt, and a red belt around his waist, giving him a taste of Northwest China.
Shen Jun said confidently: "At first glance, you are twisting Yangko! I'm good at this. I dance very well. Why don't I twist one for you on the spot?"
Big Brother: "?? I'm hitting iron! I saw that the iron chains worn by the ghosts on the street were all I hitting!"
Shen Junyi: "Then why do you tie a red silk around your waist?"
Brother: "Do you understand this birth year?"
Shen Junyi: "..."
There is really an iron shop on the street, all around it is chilly, only the front of the iron shop is warm, and a few people are getting goose bumps from the cold all the way, so they hurriedly surrounded the fire.
Sheng Qiao warmed his hands and asked a few people: "This should be a task point. After it is completed, it will increase health. Who will take this task?"
Fang Zhi hurriedly raised her hand: "I, I, I, I'm too cold, I want to cook here."
Several people had no objections, so Fang Zhi stayed here, and the others continued to move forward. Soon after, several people found jobs in dream shop, letter shop, and exchange office.
In the end, only Shen Junyi and Sheng Qiao hadn't settled yet.
The two walked through the ghost street, winding around, and came to an open flower field. Looking around, there are red flower bulbs everywhere, illuminated by the red lights hidden on the ground, making them more colorful.
The flowers bloomed for hundreds of miles, but there was no green leaf. Sheng Qiao remembered a legend of Huangquan. Bian flowers bloom for a thousand years, and fall for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never meet. I want to come here to be Bian flowers.
There is a bamboo house in the flower field. A woman in a white dress and a white dress sits by the window. She did not see her face but only listened to her voice saying: "Who is you waiting? Why do you wander around by my flower field? Are you trying to steal the flowers?"
The sound sounded weird.
Shen Junyi: "Oh, isn't this Lord Yan? How come you still hold several jobs?"
Zhao Yu ignored him and immersed himself in his role. He stood up slowly and walked out, saying quietly: "I am the messenger of the flower field from the other side. I have guarded the flower field here for more than a thousand years. It’s better to leave quickly."
Shen Junyi: "You will post a notice after you pretend to be Lord Yan?"
Zhao Yu looked dumbfounded and asked Sheng Qiao: "What kind of bird language does he speak?"
Sheng Qiao: "The Lord Yan issued a notice, full of nonsense. He scolded you."
Zhao Yu was furious: "Say one more word, and this messenger will chop you off and give the flowers as nourishment!"
Sheng Qiao suppressed a smile and asked her: "Dare to ask the messenger, what can I do for us here? Watering the flowers and loosening the soil?"
Zhao Yu snorted and pretended to adjust his sleeves: "I don't need to water the flowers to loosen the soil, but recently, Huangquan somehow came to this flower field with many ghost rats, gnawing on the roots of the flowers, and if you wish, you will catch the ghost rat. Got it."
Sheng Qiao is a little afraid of mice, knowing that most of them are mice, so he quickly pushed Shen Junyi: "I'll give you such an easy task, come on!"
Without waiting for Shen Jun to refute, he ran away quickly.
In the flower field, Shen Junyi and Zhao Yu stared at him with big and small eyes. After a long time, Zhao Yu shouted at him: "Hurry up and catch the mouse? What are you doing looking at this messenger? Haven't seen a beauty?"
Shen Junyi: "The messenger's surname is Wang, right? The king who sells melons."
Zhao Yu: "???"
Sheng Qiao, who ran a few meters away, turned around and shouted: "He scolded you for selling melons and boasting!"
Zhao Yu: "???"
In the few months since the dog day, where did he learn so many curse allegories