Po Meng shook her head with a bright smile. She wanted to reach out and touch her son's face, but she felt wrong again. After all, her son had grown up, so she shrank back.
"Fool, you already know my reason for being Po Meng, just to see you again, even if you don't recognize me, and I can recognize you, just looking at you is enough. Now, I have waited hundreds Years, I finally waited for you to hear you call me a mother. I am satisfied. Now all my wishes are gone. I am no longer suitable to be a Mengpo, and I will never be a Mengpo again. Before I can be reincarnated, I can do it for you. I am very happy to do something."
Ling'er hurriedly said: "You, don't refuse. Aunt Meng has been waiting for these hundreds of years, and what I'm waiting for is this day. To see you and do something for you, this is her wish."
Chu Yan nodded and nodded heavily, the unspeakable feeling in his heart, sour, sweet, and uncomfortable.
She quickly divided the soup in the bucket and ordered the ghost chase under her to close the Naihe Bridge.
Every time the soup was divided, the Naihe Bridge had to be closed, and the Naihe Bridge would be reopened after Po Meng boiled the new soup. The ghosts at work did not notice the difference, and still did their job as usual.
Po Meng rarely walks in the underworld. For hundreds of years, she has been going back and forth between Naihe Bridge and her own soup, two points and one line for hundreds of years.
She only knew that Mingjun's seven His Royal Highnesses had their own palaces at the south end of the Yin River.
But I don't know which palace of His Highness Seven is.
She casually caught a kid and asked: "Where does His Royal Highness live?"
The little ghost runs errands for the ghost generals. Po Meng doesn’t know him, but when he sees such a beautiful female ghost, he subconsciously thinks of the ghost concubines of the Third Highness. Walk south of the Yin River, and the last palace will be there."
Po Meng thanked her, and led Chu Yan and Ling'er who had been hidden to the direction the little ghost said.
There are seven His Royal Highnesses, seven palaces, one more luxurious than the other, as if they are building their own palace compared to the one above.
She originally thought that the palace of the Seventh His Royal Highness, the most powerful person in the Underworld besides the Underworld Lord, would be the largest and most luxurious.
But the unremarkable Purple Moon Palace in front of him turned out to be the shabbyest of the seven palaces.
Ling'er muttered to the side: "Is this really the palace of the evil master just now?"
Po Meng said: "I also heard that he lives in the Purple Moon Palace, but I didn't expect the Purple Moon Palace to be like this."
The huge words of Ziyue Palace were just around the corner, and they had to believe it.
Chu Yan looked around, and there was no ghost guarding him, so he asked Ling'er and Po Meng, "How are we going to get in?"
Ling'er said: "Don't look at this place being unguarded, but there is an enchantment outside the palace. Don't even break in, even if you are close, the owner of the enchantment will know."
Po Meng nodded: "Yes, this enchantment is very unusual. It seems that the rumors are true."
"What rumors?" Chu Yan asked.
Po Meng glanced sideways in the direction of the other palaces, her faint voice was pleasant to the ear: "It is said that the mana of His Highness Seven has long surpassed that of Mingjun. He has been hiding his strength and keeping his strength under the Mingjun. It is really better to hear. This Highness Seven is really an amazing person."
Chu Yan didn't know how amazing he was, he just wanted to rush in and rescue his woman.
No matter how great he is, in his eyes, he is a scumbag.
Po Meng said, "Even though I can't break the barrier without letting those who do it know."