Hearing this voice, Xia Xianger's body trembled slightly. What did she say? This was the voice of an old woman. On the Naihe Bridge, an old woman, besides Po Meng, who else?
The fog in front of him suddenly faded, and the figure of an old woman appeared. He was sitting on a stone bench with a spoon in his hand. He was constantly stirring in the pot beside him, and a strange fragrance wafted out. The sound of the spoon hitting the pot echoed on the Naihe Bridge, and it sounded like thunder and thunder in the ears of the three Yun Mo.
"Po Meng, she is Po Meng! The pot cooked in that pot must be Meng Po soup!" Xia Xianger grasped Xia Wentao's arm tightly, and said with a little horror. She is less than thirty years old. Among the warriors, she is extremely young and has great years, but she doesn't want to drink Meng Po Tang and fall into reincarnation.
"A handful of forgetfulness is boiled into a pot of soup, and a bowl of Mengpo soup is drunk. All the past, all the ups and downs of life, are all made up. Little guys, welcome to Naihe Bridge." The old woman stared straight at the cloud. Mo Jiren said in that low voice.
"You, are you really Meng Po?" Xia Xianger asked.
"It's not my old lady who cooks the Mengpo soup on the Naihe Bridge. Who else?" The old woman smiled. "It's been a long time since no lucky one came to Naihe Bridge. Being able to walk on the Naihe Bridge means that you are eligible to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Guys, don't you have any questions to ask? Ask, and after you ask, drink Mengpo soup and go to reincarnation."
"I, I don't want to reincarnate!" Xia Xianger was scared and hid behind Xia Wentao.
"Haha, little girl, walked on Huangquan Road, and came to Naihe Bridge. Everything can't be left to you. Step on Huangquan Road, and you have already made your choice. Now, you can't regret it anymore." The old woman shook her head.
Yun Mo stared at the old woman without blinking, and suddenly said, "I heard that there are some problems in hell."
The old woman was startled slightly, and then said: "The little guy knows a lot. It's okay to tell you about it. Not only the hell, but the whole underworld has problems. Fortunately, the problem has been solved now, and you are the underworld to restore order. Later, the first group of people to come to Naihe Bridge, so I say you are very lucky."
"I don't want to reincarnate, brother, let's go back." Xia Xianger was really a little frightened, and her recent experience really made it difficult for her to digest. First I met the undead creatures transformed into the soldiers of the Fushan Empire and the Xia Forbidden Kingdom, then walked on Huangquan Road and saw Wangchuan River, and now I saw Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge. These experiences are really exciting. nerve.
Hearing Xia Xiang'er's words, the old woman suddenly laughed, a little bit oozing.
"Little girl, stepping on Huangquan Road, yin and yang are separated, come, how can there be any reason to go back? Going on the Naihe Bridge, if you don’t drink this bowl of Mengpo soup and want to go back, then you will fall into it like them Wangchuanhe has been utterly confused." The old woman pointed to the ghosts under Wangchuanhe.
Xia Xianger trembled all over when she heard the words, causing her to fall into the Wangchuan River. She would rather die.
"Don't even think about rushing over, the old woman, although I am old, there is no problem with you little guys. Moreover, if you don't drink Mengpo soup, you will set foot on the underworld, and you will immediately lose your soul." The old woman said again. He took out three bowls and scooped three bowls of soup, "Come on, little guys, drink this bowl of Mengpo soup. Don’t be afraid, drinking Mengpo’s soup will not cause any pain, but it will make you forget the past. That's it."
Xia Wentao's face was solemn, and he subconsciously looked at Yunmo.
Yun Mo slowly walked forward, squatted down, tapped on several bowls with his fingers, and then stood up. As soon as the old woman was about to speak, Yun Mo stepped on a bowl and crushed the bowl. This is not the end, Yunmo raised his foot to fall, raised his foot to fall, and crushed all three bowls.
Seeing this, the old woman narrowed her eyes slightly, Xia Wentao frowned, and Xia Xianger was almost frightened. In front of him was the famous Meng Po. Yunmo smashed three bowls of Meng Po soup, which was simply the most serious challenge to Meng Po. If Po Meng was angry, wouldn't they all be finished?
"Little guy, do you know that your behavior just now is enough to bring you down to eighteen levels of hell!" the old woman said in an extremely cold voice, "forgive you for your young age and your first offense, so I won't care about you. However, if there is another time, don't blame the old lady for being ruthless."
After all, the old woman took out another bowl and wanted to serve the soup in the pot.
Cang Dang!
Yun Mo suddenly kicked out, knocking the pot over to the ground, and all the soup inside spilled out. Xia Xiang'er saw her eyelids jump wildly, and she murmured: "He's crazy, he must be crazy. If he annoys Po Meng, we will definitely be finished."
Xia Wentao was moved in his heart. He felt that Yunmo must have his reasons for doing this.
The old woman looked at the pot on the ground blankly, and then looked at Yun Mo angrily, "Little guy, dare to be so presumptuous, it seems that you really want to go to the eighteenth hell."
Yun Mo suddenly sneered, and stretched out his feet to bring out a piece of almost boiled grass on the ground, "This thing can indeed make people forget everything, but it is not Mengpo soup, but Lihuntang! Drink Lihuntang. Soup, the three souls are separated and become ghosts who don't remember anything. You can make soup with Lihungrass and pretend to be Mengpo soup. It's wonderful to think."
Hearing Yunmo's words, the old woman's pupils shrank, and she took a step back subconsciously.
"Lihuntang? What's going on? Why is Po Meng cooking this kind of stuff?" Xia Xianger asked puzzledly.
Xia Wentao's face sank, apparently he had also heard of Lihuntang.
"Hehe." Yunmo sneered at the old woman, "She is not a Meng Po, a half-human and half-ghost thing who forcibly transformed herself into an undead creature in order to survive!"
"Old woman, I am not Po Meng, who is Po Meng?" The old woman said angrily.
Bang!
Yun Mo kicked out abruptly, causing the old woman to fly out, hit the railing of the bridge, and almost fell into the Wangchuan River. Yun Mo quickly stepped forward, grabbed the old woman's neck, and carried it out of the Naihe Bridge. "Is Po Meng so weak?" Yun Mo asked with a sneer, "Ask the master of mind, it's a pity, where the Yin Qi gathers. It’s hard to survive for too long to survive. In order to survive, I turned myself into half an undead creature, causing a huge drop in strength, which is not even comparable to ordinary Dao control. Am I right?"
"Ahem!" The old woman coughed violently. She looked at Yunmo with a wry smile, and she spoke again, but it was a very nice young woman's voice, "Are young people nowadays so hard to cheat? Ahem, let go I'm down!"
"Oh? You said that?" Yunmo's mouth curled up, and he immediately let go.
"Don't! Can't I be wrong if I am wrong, I apologize, I will tell you everything I know, don't kill me."
"Huh! It's best to tell the truth, otherwise you know the consequences." Yunmo said coldly, and then pulled his arm back, and the old woman slammed into the Naihe Bridge.
Xia Xianger looked at her angrily, and said angrily: "It's too much, you are not Meng Po, but you pretend to be Meng Po to scare us, and want us to drink that Lihuntang, it is really disgusting!"
"Can you blame me for this? I haven't seen a single figure here for many years, and suddenly I saw a few living people. How do I know if you will be against me? Sister, I am in a bad state now. Just come to a martial artist who controls the realm. It was enough to kill me, so my sister was naturally very jealous of you." The woman's voice was soft and sweet, and her appearance soon changed. She turned into a young woman who was also extremely beautiful. Do not lose Xia Xianger at all. "The stinky boy doesn't know how to Lianxiangxiyu. Seeing that he smashed my sister, my sister can't help but toss her body like this."
Unmoved, Yun Mo said lightly: "You were an old woman just now."
Xia Wentao looked at the woman, feeling extremely shocked, and Xia Xianger looked at her suspiciously, and suddenly said in shock: "The devil saint Yao Yueqiu! You are the devil saint Yao Yueqiu of the great demon sect!"
The woman turned to look at Xia Xiang'er, and she covered her mouth with a smile and said: "Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that after so many years, someone still remembers me."
"What, you are the demonic sage Yao Yueqiu who is overwhelming the generation and is far superior to her peers?" Xia asked Tao Wenyan's face changed. "Yao Yueqiu was shocked and beautiful, but she suddenly disappeared shortly after stepping into the questioning state of mind. His whereabouts, I didn't expect that you were actually trapped in this place!"
"Oh." Yao Yueqiu sighed, "The past is unbearable. If I hadn't come to this ghost place, I should have broken through the state of mind now? It's all because I was young and energetic, thinking that all the world can be visited, but I didn't expect it. Trapped in this ghost place, became a half-dead person."
"I don't want to listen to your past, hurry up and tell me everything you know about this place." Yunmo shouted coldly.
Yao Yueqiu shook his head, and said, "Don't think about my little brother, this ghost place is very evil, you can't go out if you come in!"