CHAPTER XLII

The two attempts to seek death all failed, Meng Chun rubbed his neck and complained to himself, what are you really doing.

As she put down her glass, she spotted a box of anti-inflammatories on the table, and remembered that anti-inflammatory drugs mixed with wine can make people go into shock to death, and she decided to try one last time.

I took out the half bottle of Erguotou that my father had left, and I didn't know the pain when I was drunk anyway, although the taste of wine was a little unbearable, but after a few more sips, I didn't feel any more sensation in my mouth.

With the last two sips of wine and swallowing a handful of anti-inflammatory tablets, she finally collapsed on the sofa with her head dizzy.

In a daze, he felt that he had been walking, and there were still many people around him, Meng Chun opened his eyes and found that he was queuing, and everyone at the front of the line received a bowl of soup, and after drinking it, he could continue to walk forward to a bridge.

She felt that her brain was a little chaotic, maybe it was because she had just drunk, it seemed that she had failed again this time, did God want her to live well?

Under the dim skylight, the team slowly squirmed forward, I don't know how long it took, and finally it was Meng Chun's turn.

"Take the bowl yourself. An impatient old woman held a spoon and stirred it in a huge pot.

Obediently holding a bowl, the old woman raised the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and poured it into the bowl.

"Drink it up. Again, an impatient tone.

Meng Chun held the bowl to her chin, and a peppery smell hit her nose, choking her on a sneeze.

The old woman lifted her eyelids in a little surprise: "There is still spiritual sense." ”

After the person dies, the soul returns to the underworld, and under the leadership of the ghost, he walks to the Nai He Bridge and drinks the Meng Po soup. In the process of this walk, the spiritual consciousness will gradually fade, and after drinking the Meng Po soup, the past will be gone. When you are reincarnated and reincarnated as a human being, you will give birth to a new spiritual consciousness in your mother's womb.

Meng Chun tried it, but he still couldn't speak, so he opened his mouth to discuss and asked: "This mother-in-law, no, sister, this soup has too much pepper, just like the soup in the confinement to promote breastfeeding, I'm a young girl, can I not drink it?"

"Hmph, you're quite picky, my Meng Po soup has never been criticized. ”

Of course, Meng Po soup will not be criticized, can the ghost drink it!Wait, Meng Po soup? So this time it was a success?

Meng Chun's happy bowl was put down, and he suddenly remembered that Meng Po soup was a necessary part of the reincarnation road, and with his left hand pinching his nose, his right hand was ready to pick up the bowl again and dry it.

However, Meng Po's soup spoon directly covered it, pushing her bowl of soup aside.

"You can drink if you want, you don't drink if you want to, what does the little girl think of my Meng Po?"

Meng Chun reacted, ignoring the pale face of his ghost, and stepped forward to wink at Meng Po's big eyes: "Sister, just let me drink it, we both have the surname Meng, maybe it was one family five hundred years ago." Besides, there are so many ghosts waiting in the back, let's stop making trouble!"

Meng Po sneered: "Yo, take a closer look, your girl looks pretty good, since you dislike my Meng Po soup, then I'll send you to a good place." ”

After speaking, she rang the bell by the pot and summoned the ghost: "Take her to Hei Ye." ”

"Wait, what black master, it can't be black impermanence, right?" Meng Chun made up for the black impermanence who was covered in black and had a blood-red tongue, and begged for mercy: "Sister, don't, I still want to be reincarnated!"

But the ghost cha next to her had already grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away directly.