There was a lamp on in the low and narrow room. The lamp was hanging from the beam and covered with a pale white lampshade. There were no wires in sight, it was just a lantern with a candle, very similar to the one Bai Jing had broken.
There was an old woman standing under the lantern. The wrinkles on her face were like cracked tree bark. Her snow-white hair was like silver threads, fluttering slightly in the cool night breeze.
Such an environment, such an old woman, exudes a spooky and strange atmosphere everywhere.
The old woman glanced at the Ning family of four standing outside the door and Ma Mian in the wheelchair, then reached for the bowl and put it on the bowl with skillful movements. She placed five bowls on a square table, then scooped soup from a large vat and put it into five bowls.
This operation...
Ning Tao suddenly thought of a person, and goosebumps suddenly appeared on his back: "It can't be... the legendary Po Meng, right?"
In folk ghost stories, when a person goes to the underworld after death, the first person he sees is Po Meng. On the Naihe Bridge, Po Meng specially drank Meng Po soup for the dead. Once the dead drank Meng Po soup, they would forget what they had done in their lives, and the people they met would also be cut off from all ties with the world of the dead.
I'm afraid no one believes this statement now, but if you think about it carefully, it's scary to think that if people really have past lives and reincarnations, who among those newborns will remember their past lives? If you don’t remember your past life, isn’t it because you drank Meng Po soup
But shouldn’t Meng Po be on Naihe Bridge? Why would she open a small shop here
At this time, the old woman standing in the small shop said: "Master Ma Cha, these are the people you want to take away, right? Come, it's cold in the night, let's have a bowl of hot soup."
"Let's go in." Ma Mian said.
Ning Tao pushed him through the door.
Jiang Hao, Bai Jing and Qing Zhui entered the door.
"Come, come, have a bowl of hot soup." The old woman handed a bowl of soup to Ning Tao.
Ning Tao glanced at it, his heart suddenly felt chilly, his throat felt itchy, and he almost vomited it out.
What kind of hot soup is contained in that dark ocean bowl? The soup is dark and thick. There are also things that are suspected to be human fingernails and eyeballs mixed in the soup. The smell is also so fishy that it can make people laugh at just a glance Vomiting, let alone drinking it.
"Huh?" The old woman frowned, and a cold light flashed in her eyes, as if she was dissatisfied with Ning Tao for not taking her soup bowl.
"Mother Meng, these are not the people I want to take with me. They are all my friends and important people. Keep your eyes open," Ma Mian said.
After saying that, he took the bowl of soup himself and poured it into his stomach.
Ning Tao finally understood why he wanted to eat a bowl of ghost valley. There was no food in the underworld, so he could only eat dead people.
The three women behind Ning Tao also had a creepy feeling, and they had to endure it very hard not to spit it out.
The old woman took a careful look at Ning Tao and the three women standing behind Ning Tao, and suddenly sighed: "I am old and my eyesight is dazzled. It is true that I can't see Mount Tai. Here comes a semi-immortal. There are two dragon girls and a big goblin. Please take a seat. I’ll accept this soup.”
Ma Mian said, "Give me whatever you want. I'm starving."
The old woman scolded: "You are really a starving ghost."
The four members of the Ning family sat down, Ning Tao and Qing Zhui sat on a bench, Bai Jing and Jiang Hao sat on a bench, and Ma Mian also sat in his wheelchair. The old woman handed bowl after bowl of the soup she ladled out to Ma Mian to drink, looking at Ning Tao again and again out of the corner of her eye.
Ning Tao tentatively said: "Isn't this old senior... Po Meng?"
"Meng Po?" The old woman chuckled and said, "My surname is Meng, but I am not Meng Po. I just opened a ghost restaurant in this underworld, specially cooking soup and rice for the ghosts who come here. I also opened a door. It is convenient for the dead to go." Then, she added, "My name is Meng Jiaorong, I was born in the twelfth year of Yongle. I used to be a wealthy family, but now there is no one left."
There is no one left, which means she is not alive.
Meng Jiaorong, the name is very beautiful, but she is not charming at all.
Jiang asked curiously: "Aunt Meng, if you are not Po Meng, where is Po Meng?"
A wizened smile appeared on Meng Jiaorong's face: "Of course Po Meng is in the underworld. We are acquaintances. If you want to see her, I will take you there. She also has three daughters, each one more beautiful than the other."
Jiang Hao said hurriedly: "No, no, no, that's not necessary. I'm just curious."
Ma Mian had finished the last bowl of soup. He touched his mouth and burped: "I'm finally full. Aunt Meng, I need a favor from you."
"You tell me." Meng Jiaorong began to clear away the empty bowls, her hands and feet seemed to be very agile despite her old age.
Ma Mian said: "Help me find out about a person in the Yinxu."
"People in the Yin Ruins? Master Ma Cha, don't make fun of me, then there are no people in the Yin Ruins." Meng Jiaorong said.
Ma Mian said: "A man named Lin Qinghua hid in the Yin Ruins. He may have gone to a certain time during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. You have a wide range of ways to find out for me."
Meng Jiaorong remained silent.
Ma Mian reached into his arms and took out a stack of dead money and put it on the table.
The eyes of Ning Tao and the three women all moved to the stack of money. The stack of money was different from the dead money sold in the market. It seemed to be cut into a rectangular shape with human skin, and there was no sign of a bank or a bank. There wasn't even an amount, just a black, square-shaped brand. Maybe the amount and so on are all in that imprint, similar to a QR code.
This is the money of the underworld, and it really gives me a lot of experience.
A wizened smile suddenly broke out on Meng Jiaorong's wrinkled face. She reached out and grabbed the stack of dead money: "Master Ma Chai is really rich, no problem. Money can make all the difference, so I'll take it." Your money will naturally be used to help you, so this matter will be taken care of by me. I will ask about it later. "
Ma Mian said: "If you find that Lin Qinghua, I will thank you very much."
"Oh, I will risk my life to find that dead guy." Meng Jiaorong smiled even happier.
Ning Tao said: "He is not a dead ghost, but a living person."
Meng Jiaorong was stunned for a moment: "Why did a living person go to the Yin Ruins?"
Ma Mian said: "Don't worry about this, just finish the job of finding someone."
"Okay." Meng Jiaorong put away the money from his father's death, "Master Ma Cha, do you want me to scoop out a few more bowls for you?"
Ma Mian touched his belly: "No, I'm full. Go, open the door, and I'll take my friend to the underworld."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Meng Jiaorong turned around and entered the inner room.
Ning Tao looked at his three wives and asked tentatively: "Do you want to see them?"
The three women shook their heads without even thinking.
Ning Tao actually had the same idea.
Who the hell wants to visit the underworld
But just when Ning Tao unified his opinions and was about to decline Ma Mian's "kindness", a young man, a woman and a child walked in.
At first glance, Ning Tao thought they were a family, but at the second glance, he was stunned.
The young man who had just entered the door was the same young man with a tall face and a pale face. The woman was in her early thirties, and she was holding a little girl with her. The little girl was only five or six years old. Both the woman and the little girl were dressed exquisitely. They looked like they were not ordinary people, and they were not from the same family as the young man.
However, regardless of whether they are a family member or not, this young man has been cremated. Where can he come here to eat? He is not a living person, but a ghost. The mother and son who came in later were not living people, but ghosts.
"Boss, get some hot food, it's so cold." The young man said loudly.
"Come on, come on." Meng Bo walked out with a basin, put the basin down, glanced at the young man and the mother and daughter, and said with a smile: "Oh, we have a visitor, let me say hello first."
She scooped a bowl of soup from the big vat and brought it to the young man: "Where are you going?"
The young man raised his head and looked at Meng Jiaorong with a confused look on his face.
Meng Jiaorong said: "It's getting late. Let's go home after eating."
The young man nodded: "Yes, yes, it's getting late. Eat and go home."
After saying that, he lowered his head to drink the soup in the bowl.
The mother and daughter also sat down, and the fashionably dressed woman said, "Boss, give us two bowls too."
"Okay, I'll be here soon." Meng Jiaorong scooped up two more bowls of soup and carried them over, and asked, "Where are you going?"
The fashionably dressed woman looked up at Meng Jiaorong with a confused look on her face: "Why is it so dark around here? There's not even a person or a car. My mobile phone has no signal and the navigation can't be turned on..."
"Where is your home?" Meng Jiaorong asked.
"My family..." The woman couldn't answer at all.
Meng Jiaorong said: "Your home is downstairs. Go home after eating."
"Thank you, Niuniu, eat quickly, we will go home after eating." The woman said.
The little girl said in a crisp voice: "Ma Mian, there is chocolate in this ice cream. I like to eat chocolate the most."
The woman touched the little girl's head: "Then eat more."
The mother and daughter also immersed themselves in drinking soup.
Ning Tao and his three wives looked at each other. It was clearly disgusting soup, but the girl actually said it was ice cream. This is not because they are dazzled, this is because they see things differently.
Can humans and ghosts see the same things
Meng Jiaorong turned back, holding the edge of the basin with both hands, and then slowly turned it.
The basin was made of bronze, looked ordinary, and had no cultivation runes. There was only a square mark on the basin. As Meng Jiaorong turned, a crack suddenly opened on the floor of the shop, widening little by little, and when it finally stopped, it was equivalent to the length and width of a door.
The door was as dark as ink, and streams of yin energy diffused from the door, giving people a chill that went straight to the bone marrow!
Is this the gate to hell
Simply furnished, the kind that you can just move in with your bags
Ning Tao's family of four looked at me one at a time, with blank expressions on their faces.