Meng Po found the way Jin Qing looked at her, and glanced at Jin Qing very impatiently.

Then Meng Po turned around, dragged out a cauldron from under the table behind her, and put the already boiled soup into the cauldron, and then pushed the pot hard in front of Jin Qing, and said to Jin Qing in a very bad tone: "These are yours, hurry up and drink them!" "Drink it and get out.

Although Meng Po's attitude was not good, Jin Qing didn't care.

When he heard Meng Po say that the soup was for himself, Jin Qing didn't even refuse, so he directly hugged the soup pot and drank it.

The various utensils in the underworld are not ordinary, and this soup pot will be a little difficult even if Meng Po herself wants to lift it, but Jin Qing seems to be holding a bowl, and lifts the soup pot, which is several times larger than her body, above her head, and then tilts her head and pours the soup into her mouth.

Meng Po originally wanted to find the heaviest pot to give Jin Qing a soft nail to touch, so that she knew that the things in the underworld were not something she could pick up if she wanted to.

But she didn't expect that this soft nail would turn into a nail stick that knocked herself all over her head.

Jin Qing raised the pot above her head to drink the soup with her life, which made Meng Po grin involuntarily: although she had already learned it before, she didn't expect that this woman's strength would be so great!

At this time, Jin Qing, who was drinking soup, appeared in front of him: a group of half-grown children of mixed men and women were surrounding her and calling her mother.

Moreover, these children's bodies seem to be mutilated...

Jin Qing's speed of drinking soup is getting faster and faster, and the sense of the picture just now is becoming more and more obvious, and even Jin Qing can vaguely see the appearance of the child in the lead.

With the last drop of soup in his mouth, the picture that appeared in front of Jin Qing's eyes before disappeared completely, and Jin Qing's memory of seeing that picture just now disappeared without a trace with the picture.

Jin Qing put the soup pot on the ground heavily, and stood in place very puzzled: Did something happen just now!

707 was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything at this time, and shrank in a corner of the sea of consciousness.

When Meng Po saw Jin Qing's rude movements, she immediately felt heartache, this pot is her treasure, it can remind people of the most memorable things in her life, how can she be treated so rudely.

Meng Po held the soup pot and carefully inspected it, and after confirming that there was not even a crack on it, she carefully put the pot back in its original place, and if she didn't use her good things for the dry ghost in the future, it would be a tyrannical thing.

At this time, Meng Po couldn't remember the original intention of giving this heavy pot to Jin Qing.

Then Meng Po snorted vigorously at Jin Qing, and then continued to go back to make her own soup, as if there was nothing in her heart except the soup in front of her.

Jin Qing shrugged her shoulders and didn't pay any more attention to Meng Po, she walked back to the Nai He Bridge, jumped lightly and jumped onto the handrail of the Nai He Bridge, trying to remember what she had forgotten just now.

Time passed invisibly.

Hua Yan sat in front of the table on the other side of the bridge, with a serious face, seriously recording the ghosts coming and going on the bridge, and occasionally reaching out and gently touching the hair in his ears.

At this time, Meng Po had already boiled all the three pots of soup in front of her, waiting for the ghosts of the past to come and take food.

And she herself was leaning on the pillar of Meng Po Pavilion, staring blankly at the other side of the Nai He Bridge, not knowing what she was thinking.

Hua Yan, who was seriously making a record for the ghosts, seemed to feel something, only to see Hua Yan turn around and subconsciously smile in the direction of the Nai He Bridge.

A ghost who was missing half a head was looking back to see the road he had walked, but he didn't expect to meet the smiling face of Hua Yan directly.

If it weren't for the ghost who crossed the bridge with him behind him and pulled him, he would have to fall into the Lethe River this time.

At this time, not only this ghost, but even Meng Po's heart was extremely uneasy.

Against the backdrop of the bright red wedding dress, Hua Yan's face was extremely beautiful at this time, coupled with her unintentional smile, Jin Qing saw two lines of clear tears slowly sliding down from Meng Po's face, and before falling to the ground, they were slowly lifted up by an invisible force and fell into the soup pot behind her.

Tears splashed a small soup flower in the pot, as if it was Meng Po's not calm heart at this time.

Jin Qing was slightly stunned when he saw this: "..."Slander, Lao Tzu didn't beat you this time."

Hua Yan didn't see Meng Po's tears, she was just surprised by her subconscious reaction at this time.

Thinking of his smirk for no reason, Hua Yan's face instantly fell, and the smile froze on his face, as if he couldn't understand what he was laughing at just now.

Hua Yan turned her head back stiffly, just in time to see a big-eyed female ghost foaming at the mouth in front of her, staring at her with concern.

Looking at the big-eyed ghost's eyes that were about to fall out of their sockets, Hua Yan blinked, and her long eyelashes were like two small brushes, smoothly covering all the emotions in her eyes.

Hua Yan lowered her head and asked the female ghost softly, "Number." ”

The female ghost looked at Hua Yan and replied, "Your clothes are so beautiful, I have never seen such beautiful materials." The female ghost died of medicine, and as she spoke to Hua Yan, a large amount of white foam poured out of her mouth.

The female ghost was a little embarrassed to cover her chin with her own hand, and it didn't take long for Hua Yan to find that the female ghost's sleeve was already wet.

Hua Yan didn't care about the female ghost's crampedness, and a trace of regret appeared in her eyes when she looked at the female ghost: normal ghosts have three fires on their bodies, but the female ghosts only have one fire above their heads.

This shows that this ghost is self-defeating.

A ghost like this who has ended herself, because her life is not over, will keep repeating the scene before her death every day, and she can not be reincarnated until the arrival of the year of destiny.

However, due to the lack of fire power on his head, even if he is reincarnated as an adult, he will not have a healthy and complete body, which is the punishment given by the underworld to those souls who do not cherish life.

Now, the female ghost should have paid the price for her impulsive actions.

The female ghost covered her mouth, looking at Hua Yan's eyes full of longing, although Hua Yan's appearance was not attractive to her, but Hua Yan's wedding dress was what she couldn't ask for.

The female ghost looked at Hua Yan's wedding dress and was very envious: if her rival was willing to marry her, how could she commit suicide by taking sleeping pills, and finally choked to death by the acid water that turned up in her stomach!

Hua Yan recalled what the female ghost had just said, and saw that the female ghost was still looking at her wedding dress, her eyes were full of persistence and pain, and she sighed lightly, they are all hard-working people!