In the low, cramped room was a lamp that hung from the beams and was covered with a miserable white lantern. There was no wire, it was just a lantern with a candle lit, very similar to the one Bai Jing had broken.

Under the lantern stood an old woman, her face wrinkled like chapped bark, and her snow-white hair, like silver strands, fluttering slightly in the cool night breeze.

Such an environment, such an old woman, reveals an eerie atmosphere everywhere.

The old woman glanced at the four members of the Ning family standing outside the door and the horse in a wheelchair, and then reached out to take the bowl and put it in the bowl, moving skillfully. She placed five bowls on a square table, then scooped the soup from a large urn and filled it into five bowls.

How does this work......

Ning Tao suddenly thought of someone, and a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared on his back: "It won't be...... The legendary Meng Po, right?"

In folk ghost stories, when a person goes to the underworld after death, the first person he sees is Meng Po. That Meng Po is on the Nai He Bridge, specially for the dead to drink Meng Po soup, as soon as the dead drink Meng Po soup, they will forget what they have done in their lives, and the people they meet are equivalent to cutting off all involvement with the yang.

I'm afraid that no one believes this kind of statement now, but if you think about it, if people really have a past life and this life, reincarnation, who will remember the past life? If you don't remember the past life, isn't it just drinking Meng Po soup?

However, shouldn't Meng Po be on the Nai He Bridge, how could she open a small shop here?

At this time, the old woman standing in the small shop opened her mouth and said, "Master Macha, this is all people you want to take away, right? Come, it's cool at night, let's drink a bowl of hot soup." ”

"Let's go in. Ma Mian said.

Ning Tao pushed him into the door.

Jiang Hao, Bai Jing and Qing Chai followed into 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, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his throat itched, and he almost spit it out.

What kind of hot soup is contained in the black sea bowl, the soup is black and thick, and the soup is mixed with suspected human fingernails, eyeballs or something, and the smell is also fishy, and it can make people vomit at a glance, let alone drink it.

"Huh?" The old woman frowned, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes, as if she was dissatisfied with Ning Tao's refusal to accept her soup bowl.

"Aunt Meng, these are not the people I want to take down, they are all my friends and big people, you should polish your eyes a little. Ma Mian said.

After saying that, he took the bowl of soup himself and poured it into his stomach with a gurgling grunt.

Ning Tao finally understood why he wanted to eat a bowl of ghost valley, there was nothing to eat in the underworld, and if he wanted to eat, he could only eat the dead.

The three women behind Ning Tao also had a creepy feeling, and they endured it very hard to not vomit.

The old woman took a closer look at Ning Tao, as well as the three women standing behind Ning Tao, and suddenly sighed: "I'm old, my eyes are spent, I really don't know Mount Tai with eyes, there is a half-immortal, two dragon girls, and a big goblin." Forgive me, please sit down, I'll take this soup. ”

Ma Mian said: "Give me whatever you take, I'm hungry." ”

The old woman counted: "You are really a starving ghost." ”

The Ning family of four sat down, Ning Tao and Qing Chai sat on a bench, Bai Jing and Jiang Hao sat on a bench, and Ma Mian still sat in his wheelchair. The old woman handed the soup she scooped to Ma Mian one after another, and the corner of her eye glanced at Ning Tao again and again.

Ning Tao said tentatively: "Wouldn't this old-timer be ...... Meng Po, right?"

"Meng Po?" the old woman said with a smile: "The old man's surname is Meng, but he is not Meng Po, he just opened a ghost food shop in this yin place, specializing in boiling soup and cooking rice for the ghosts who came up, and also opening a portal to facilitate the dead to go down." Then, she added, "The old surname is Meng Mingjiaorong, a person who has been in Yongle for 12 years." The old net worth used to be a big family, but now there is no one left. ”

There is no one left, which means that she is not alive either.

Meng Jiaorong, this name is very beautiful, but I am not delicate at all.

Jiang Hao asked curiously: "Aunt Meng, you are not Meng Po, where is Meng Po?"

Meng Jiaorong's face showed a shriveled smile: "Meng Po is naturally in the underworld, we are acquaintances, if you want to see her, I will take you there." She also has three daughters, one of whom is more beautiful than the other. ”

Jiang Hao hurriedly said: "No, no, no, this is not necessary, I am just curious to ask." ”

Ma Mian had finished drinking the last bowl of soup, he touched his mouth and burped: "Finally full, Aunt Meng, ask you for a favor." ”

"You say. Meng Jiaorong began to clean up the empty bowls, looking old but very neat.

Ma Mian said, "Help me inquire about a person in the ruins." ”

"The people in the ruins, Master Macha, don't make jokes about the old body, how can there be anyone in the ruins. Meng Jiaorong said.

Ma Mian said: "A person named Lin Qinghua hid in the Yin Ruins, it is possible that he went to a certain point in time during the reign of Tang Xuanzong, you have a wide path, help me inquire." ”

Meng Jiaorong was silent.

Ma Mian reached into his arms, took out a stack of dead man's money and placed it on the table.

Ning Tao and the three women's eyes all moved to the stack of money, which was not the same as the dead man's money sold on the market, as if it was cut into a rectangular shape with human skin, and there was no bank or money bank, not even an amount, only a brand in the shape of a black square. Maybe the amount or something is in that brand, like a QR code.

This is the money of the underworld, and it is really a long insight.

Meng Jiaorong's wrinkled face suddenly bloomed with a shriveled smile, and she reached out and grabbed the stack of dead man's money: "Ma Chaye is really generous, no problem, money can make ghosts grind, I took your money, naturally I want to do things for you, this matter is on me, I will inquire when I go back." ”

Ma Mian said: "If you find that Lin Qinghua, I still have a lot of thanks here." ”

"Ouch, that old body is fighting for this old life to find that dead ghost. Meng Jiaorong smiled even happier.

Ning Tao said: "He is not a dead ghost, he is a living person. ”

Meng Jiaorong was stunned for a moment: "Why did the living go to the Yin Ruins?"

Ma Mian said: "You don't care about this, just do a good job of finding someone." ”

"Gotcha. Meng Jiaorong put away the father's dead man's money, "Master Macha, do you want me to scoop a few more bowls for you?"

Ma Mian touched his belly: "No need, I'm full." Go, go and open the door, and I'll take my friend to the underworld. ”

"Okay, old man, let's go. Meng Jiaorong turned around and entered the inner room.

Ning Tao looked at his three wives and said tentatively, "Do you want to go and see it?"

The three women shook their heads without even thinking about it.

Ning Tao actually thinks the same way.

Who wants to go to hell to see it!

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 it was a family, but at the second glance, he was stunned.

The young man who had just entered the door was the young man who was on the upper body of the horse-faced day, tall and thin, and his face was not bloody. The woman was in her early thirties, pulling a little girl, who was no more than five or six years old. The woman and the little girl were all dressed exquisitely, and at first glance they were not ordinary people, and they were not members of the same family as the young man.

However, whether it was a family or not, this young man was cremated, where could he come here to eat? He was not a living man, he was a ghost. The mother and son who entered the door were not living people, but also ghosts.

"Boss, get some hot food, it's cold. The young man said loudly.

"It's coming, it's coming. Meng Bo walked out with a basin, put it down, glanced at the young man and the mother and daughter, and said with a smile: "Ouch, I'm here, I'll greet you first." ”

She scooped a bowl of soup from the urn and brought it to the young man: "Where is this going?"

The young man raised his head and looked at Meng Jiaorong with a blank expression.

Meng Jiaorong said: "It's not too early, let's go home after eating." ”

The young man nodded: "Yes, yes, it's not too early, go home after eating." ”

After saying that, he lowered his head and drank the soup in the bowl.

The mother and daughter also sat down, and the fashionably dressed woman said, "Boss, bring us two bowls too." ”

"Good Rat, I'll be right away. Meng Jiaorong scooped up two more bowls of soup and brought them over, and also asked, "Where is this going?"

The fashionably dressed woman looked up at Meng Jiaorong with a blank face: "Why is there a dark light in this neighborhood, there is not even a person, there is not a car, my mobile phone has no signal, and the navigation can't be ......"

"Where is your home?" Meng Jiaorong asked.

"My family ......" the woman couldn't answer at all.

Meng Jiaorong said: "Your house is below, go home after eating." ”

"Thank you, Niuniu, eat quickly, we'll go home after eating. The woman said.

The little girl said crisply, "Horse noodles, there is chocolate in this ice cream, and I like chocolate the most." ”

The woman touched the little girl's head: "Then eat more." ”

The mother and daughter also buried their heads in the soup.

Ning Tao and his three wives looked at each other, obviously it was disgusting soup, but the girl actually said it was ice cream. It's not dazzling, it's what they see differently.

Can people 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, it looked ordinary, and there were no cultivation runes, and there was only one square imprint in the basin. As Meng Jiaorong turned, a crack opened on the ground of the shop, widening little by little, and when it finally stopped, it was the same length and width as a door.

The door was as dark as ink, and streams of yin qi diffused from the door, bringing people a chill that went straight to the bone marrow!

Is this the hell gate?

The kind that can be moved in directly?

Ning Tao's family of four, you look at me, you look at me, and their faces are blank.