Meng Po is also an old fairy, she sounds like an old woman, but in fact, Meng Po is also a middle-aged woman. At the time of the Great War of the Ancient Immortals and Demons, the most powerful generation of the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm all ended their long lives in the torrent of the end of the Great War. Among them, some of the spiritual power fragments that were fortunate enough to be left behind gathered in some places in the world, turning into a holy place for cultivating immortals, and also giving birth to new immortals.

Meng Po doesn't know when she appeared in Lethe, probably how many years the river in Lethe has flowed, how many years she has been there. She didn't know how she researched the recipe of Meng Po soup, only that the souls of the immortal world in the world consciously came to drink a bowl, and then walked on the Nai He Bridge, forgetting the memories of joy or sorrow in this life, and plunging into her new reincarnation.

"Meng Po!" Bai Ruochen shouted from afar, "Meng Po, I'm here again." ”

may be because Bai Ruochen is the incarnation of a paper fan and has no family of his own, and after meeting Meng Po a few times, Bai Ruochen regarded Meng Po as his sister's family.

"You two boys, don't run to me all the time. Meng Po sat on the rocking chair and shook the pu fan, and when she saw that it was Fufeng and Bai Ruochen, she didn't show a surprised look.

Fufeng walked to the cauldron where Meng Po soup was boiled, picked up the soup spoon and stirred the Meng Po soup with colorful lights in the pot, and pouted: "Meng Po, is your soup okay, it took a hundred years for me to drink it for the first time, and then I could only last for decades when I drank it for the second time." Fufeng paused, "As a result, the last time I came to drink it was not even twenty years, it has only been more than ten years, and I have come here for the fourth time, are you sure that this Meng Po soup has not expired?"

"Ahem," Meng Po glanced at Fufeng, "I have so many souls here every day to drink, and you are the only one who comes back to say that I have a problem with this soup." ”

As he spoke, a revenant walked up to the soup pot with a visible strangulation mark on his neck.

"Probably hanged. Bai Ruochen whispered in Fufeng's ear. Fufeng nodded in agreement.

Meng Po took the soup spoon and filled a bowl of Meng Po soup for the dead soul, and the dead soul raised its head and drank the soup, turned around and walked to the Nai He Bridge not far away.

Meng Po handed the soup spoon to Fu Feng: "You can drink as much as you want, the effect is that effect, I don't have any other Shengyuan Tianzun here to come and reincarnate, you have cultivated to immortality and still drink my soup, do you blame my soup?"

Fufeng filled himself a bowl of soup: "Forget it, if you don't want to forget it all, just forget her, more than ten years." He raised his head and drank the soup, "Xiaobai, let's go, Hades is coming back soon, we can't let him find out." ”

Bai Ruochen looked at a dead soul who was walking towards the Nai He Bridge in a daze, and Fufeng pushed him: "Xiaobai, what are you looking at?"

"The ghost didn't seem to have come for soup. Bai Ruochen pointed in the direction of the revenant, it was a female revenant, and the revenant had a red rope tied to her wrist, not the revenant who had just come to drink the soup.

Meng Po Pu fan waved, and a white light swept towards the dead soul like a hand made of silk, as if to catch her back, but it was too late, and it was about to touch the body of the dead soul, but the dead soul stepped on the Nai He Bridge with one foot, and the white light was instantly blocked by the invisible spiritual power wall, and Meng Po Pu Fan waved the white light back.

Fu Feng asked, "What will happen if this revenant soul doesn't drink Meng Po soup?"

Meng Po: "It's nothing else, if she says that she has memories of her past life after she is reincarnated, either people will treat her as a madman, or she will be a fake half-immortal." But ......"

"But what?"

Bai Ruochen looked at the dazzling red on the bridge, and his heart didn't know why.