"Sanqi, you are six hundred years old this year. After so many years, why your Mengpo soup is still so smelly? I heard other ghosts say that the soup made by Mengpo from the previous generation is so delicious. I drank it. There is no regret at all on the road." The ghost head who was suggested to plant in the flowerpot by Ye Yi at the beginning smelled another odor coming from Mengpo Village, and immediately frowned and vomited.
Meng Po Tang has eight tears as a guide, one drop of raw tears, two old tears of money, three bitter tears, four tears of regret, tears of five inches of lovesickness, six tears at the end of illness, tears at seven feet farewell, and the last drop...
But this last drop of tears Meng Po did not tell Sanqi.
Sanqi sat in front of the table with a bitter face and wondered why A-niang didn't say what tear was the last drop.
"Lao Hei, do you know? Did my mother-in-law tell you the last?" Sanqi turned his head and looked at Ye Yi, who was rare in Mengpo Village.
"I don't remember." Ye Yi shook his head, somewhat perfunctorily.
"How can you forget such an important thing?" Sanqi murmured, and then said, "Lao Hei, you have been to the dead zone, right, can you intercede with the adult in the dead zone and let me go to the world? Take a look, I heard those ghosts say that the world is fun."
"How do you know that I have been to the Deadland?" Ye Yi glanced at Sanqi somewhat unexpectedly.
"My mother-in-law told me that after you left that day, my mother-in-law said that you are going to the dead zone, and that there are the ultimate secrets of the underworld in the dead zone, and that many people have set foot on death like you. The path of the domain, but in the end they never came back, and those people have become ferrymen like Zhao Li." When it came to the back, Sanqi lowered his voice, and moved towards Ye Yi's side mysteriously and authentically.
Sanqi once called the name Wuming occasionally behind Zhao Li, but he had no reaction at all.
"Many people go to the dead zone via Mengpozhuang, why did your A-niang stop the nameless alone?" Ye Yi asked curiously.
Sanqi frowned and thought hard about it: "My mother-in-law said, this is fate."
Life? Ye Yi smiled disdainfully and shook his head.
"Lao Hei, are you faithful?" Sanqi asked again with interest.
"I don't believe in fate." Ye Yi said confidently.
"If it is not destiny, why some people can live in the prosperous world, and we can only live in the 800-mile yellow sandy Mengpo Village, facing these ghosts all day long." Sanqi was a little bit dissatisfied.
"In fact, the world is not so good. The tears of Meng Po Tang are all the suffering of the world. Before the reincarnation, I shed all the suffering of this life. I hope that the next life can be peaceful and good. It is a pity that the suffering of this life will eventually be drunk. Into the belly, he was taken to the next life." Ye Yi's voice was a little low, mentioning that he was in a bad mood.
How short is the day? A century of suffering is easy to be full.
It is not my wish to be rich, and be with others.
"Do you want to see the world?" Ye Yi asked.
"Yes." Sanqi nodded her head heavily, as if it could show the degree of desire in her heart.
"There will be a chance."
"Cut, you will perfunct me." Sanqi was a little unhappy, and had heard words like this many times.
The human world is very bitter, but also very sweet, Ye Yi looked at the water in the cup in front of him, a little surprised.
"Are your flowers not blooming yet?" Ye Yi asked with a glance at the flowerpot placed on the table which was extremely cherished by Sanqi.
The flower seeds in this flowerpot were originally brought to the underworld from the world without a name, called Manzhushahua. He said that this kind of flower can survive in Huangquan. It was originally given to Meng Po as a meeting ceremony, but Meng Po finally shot it. Stopped him.
Later, the flower plant fell into the hands of Sanqi. Sanqi felt that Baili Huangsha was really boring, so he took good care of the seeds of Manzhushahua, but it is a pity that this kind of seed has not yet taken root.
"No, I wonder if Wuming is lying to my mother." Sanqi pursed his lips, suspiciously.
Huangquan eight hundred miles of yellow sand, that is not ordinary yellow sand, these yellow sand are all the bones of primitive people who died in the World War I.
Thousands of thousands of primitive humans have turned into these eight hundred miles of yellow sand, and it is hard to imagine how powerful resentment gathers under this yellow sand.
On a windy day, it seems to be able to hear the wailing of the primitive people in the flood that year from under the yellow sand.
In today's Wangchuan, there is still the soul of the primitive people drifting back and forth.
"Leave it to me, maybe I can make it bloom." Ye Yi stretched out his hand.
"Really?" Sanqi looked at Ye Yi hopefully.
Ye Yi nodded.
Panax Notoginseng happily handed the flowerpot with Manzhushahua seeds to Ye Yi's hand wrapped in black gloves.
"Old Hei, do I have a chance to see what you look like?" Sanqi asked curiously.
Sanqi has been curious about the true face hidden under this black suit for hundreds of years. For many nights Sanqi sneaked into Ye Yi's room to see the true face, but it was a pity that Ye Yi was ruthlessly ruthless. I waved my hand and fanned it out.
"You will see it when I leave." Ye Yi made another blank check for Sanqi.
Alas, Sanqi sighed and shook his head disappointedly.
Suddenly a chair from outside Mengpozhuang was thrown in vigorously, and it went straight towards Sanqi.
Sanqi's reaction was very slow, and he stayed in place for an instant. Fortunately, Ye Yi raised his hand and stopped the rampant chair.
"Three Seven, Three Seven."
Axiang led the Gui Chai from outside to swagger in, still carrying a scent of alcohol soaring to the sky.
"Axiang, Axiang, why are you so drunk again?" Sanqi hurriedly stepped forward to greet.
"This princess can drink as much as he wants, and someone else will take care of it." Axiang waved her hand and sat on the chair that had just been thrown in.
Ye Yi glanced at it and smiled bitterly. Will the ferryman get drunk too? In fact, it's just that the alcohol is not intoxicating, and everyone is drunk.
How many people in this world want "nonsense" but can't. They can only use wine to pretend to be crazy and complain that they are unhappy.
"Hey, Lao Hei, why didn't you go fishing for ghosts on the bank of Wangchuan today? Did you catch too much yesterday?" Axiang raised his hand and patted Ye Yi's shoulder, saying like an old acquaintance.
Ye Yi didn't answer Axiang's question, and asked, "Why did you come to Mengpozhuang in such a rush?"
"I just saw a white light flying into the yellow spring, so I chased it, have you seen it?" Axiang said.
Ye Yi closed his eyes and felt his surroundings, then pointed to a corner of the inn.
It happened that Sanqi sniffed the scent in the air and found it there. As soon as he lifted the tablecloth that was hanging down on the ground, the figure of a man in white appeared in front of everyone, and there was a conspicuous red dot on the center of his eyebrows.
Ye Yi looked at this figure and immediately knew that this was the longevity of that year, and that what should have come is finally here.