Meng Po wanted to flip the table on the spot: who told this dry ghost that her soup was full, and she hadn't let this dry ghost spit out the soup for herself!

But it was impossible to spit it out, Meng Po could only watch Jin Qing's soul become more condensed, and Jin Qing's memory did not fly into the Sansheng Stone at all.

Later, the unrelenting Meng Po also grabbed Jin Qing and stood next to the Sansheng Stone for a while, but what disappointed her was that the Sansheng Stone only showed her life as Meng Po, but there was no Jin Qing at all, as if this person was just a shadow of nothingness.

It was only then that Meng Po knew for sure that this dry ghost who appeared out of thin air really had no past life and this life.

It was from then on that Meng Po began to silently guard against Jin Qinglai.

Confirming that Meng Po really wouldn't give herself soup, Jin Qing walked back to the Nai He Bridge and sat on the handrail of the bridge in a daze.

There are not many people walking through the top floor of the Nai He Bridge today, so Jin Qing can easily see the situation on the lower two floors through the transparent ground. There are very few ghosts walking on the top, they have done a lot of good deeds in their lives, and have accumulated a lot of good fortune for themselves, these ghosts are like being shrouded in a layer of colorful light, they are smiling, walking across the bridge smoothly, sinking the emotions of their lives, and casting a good baby in the next life.

The middle layer has the largest number of people, there is no aura around them, each ghost has a numb expression, after walking across the bridge, each of them has a sense of relief, it seems that this life is too hard, and they can finally relax.

The number of people at the bottom was a little more than the number at the top, their bodies were covered with black evil energy, some of them were shaped like drops of ink around their bodies, and some of them were about to scatter and fly away.

Even though they desperately didn't want to go up to the bridge, they couldn't bear to be as strong as the onicha, so they could only be constantly driven by the onicha behind them, gritting their teeth and moving towards the bridge step by step, and with each step they would let out a painful wail, as if they were stepping on the tip of a knife.

It wasn't until after crossing the bridge that they were forcibly poured a bowl of Meng Po soup with a hook by the ghost, forcing them to affect their lives, and forgetting all the people and things they hated the most, that they were thrown in and out of the animal road waiting to be reincarnated...

The flower corpse over there is still sitting and recording in the notebook, as a ghost, she doesn't need to rest, and even if she gives the flower a time to rest, she doesn't know where she can go.

Like the human world, the underworld also has its own market and various entertainment venues, which are burned by the people of the yang world when they worship their ancestors, and some are developed and built by those who are waiting for the reincarnation ghosts for various reasons.

After a long time, it has become a good place for ghosts to relax.

There are good incense candles over there, although Jin Qing is a tasker, after entering the world in this underworld, her body has also begun to follow the customs, smelling others eating incense candles, she will also feel hungry, this feeling makes her really drunk, why doesn't she feel hungry in the system space!

Hearing Jin Qing's doubts, 707 hurriedly jumped out to brush up on the sense of existence: "Host, that's because of the protection mechanism of the system space for the owner, think about it, when you were in the outer sky, didn't you also want to eat, it's all the same!" ”

Seeing Jin Qing suddenly nodding in realization, 707 felt very relieved: when did its host communicate so well.

Who would have thought that before 707 finished sighing, it was almost choked to death by Jin Qing's next sentence: "Have we not been to the outer world for a long time!" ”

707 suddenly wanted to slap himself unconscious: make your mouth cheap...

found that 707 stopped talking, and Jin Qing didn't say anything about it, even if she was going to the outer world, it would be after she returned to the system space, and her top priority now was to fill her stomach first.

It's not that Jin Qing doesn't want to find a place to consume, but she is really shy: she is really poor!

Jin Qing suspected that he was cursed by the poor god, otherwise how could he be poor from the previous world to this world.

The money of these ghosts is basically obtained from the paper money burned by the people of the yang world when they worship their ancestors.

And the ghosts who eat the Difu are naturally very rich, but they pity Jin Qing, they don't even have a place to get money, so naturally they have no way to buy something for themselves to eat, this is simply starving her to death!

In fact, there are still some things to eat in the underworld, the key is not to have money, such as those ghosts who are so black that they can't be reincarnated...

This thought flashed through Jin Qing's mind, and then Jin Qing sighed: Lao Tzu can't do it, Lao Tzu still has a bottom line...

Thinking of this, Jin Qing's eyes fell on the big pot of Meng Po soup again, in fact, it was the most convenient to eat this.

Although the cooking method of this Meng Po soup was not very acceptable to Jin Qing, the taste was very attractive to her.

To be honest, Jin Qing had never seen a person who could boil the soup so casually and so deliciously.

Meng Po's soup is very simple, and every day when she comes to her to prepare the soup, Meng Po will ask them to tell their story one last time, and let them shed the last bit of emotion in their bodies through tears. The collected tears of different colors are then put into the soup as a soup guide.

Finally, he wiped his hand his eyes, pulled out a few tears, and then soaked his tear-stained hand in the pot, and the soup was completed.....

The practice of Meng Po soup made Jin Qing very speechless, but what was worse was that even after seeing the whole process of making Meng Po soup, she still wanted to drink this soup!

In fact, whatever Meng Po does is very casual.

Yesterday, when there was no one on the bridge, Jin Qing also saw her quietly catch a blackened ghost and throw it into the pot to eat it!

Jin Qing sighed, this kind of evil ghost who has done too much evil is not protected by the ghosts at all, and in private it is even a snack used by the ghosts to beat their teeth...

Just as Jin Qing was sitting on the bridge in a daze, studying how to find something to eat from the underworld, he saw a white and slender hand stretched out in front of him, and this hand was still holding a pen with a light blue light.

Jin Qing raised his head and faced Hua Yan's expressionless face, Jin Qing looked at Hua Yan suspiciously, not understanding what the other party was going to do when he gave him a pen.

Hua Yan looked at Jin Qing's face, pursed her lips lightly, and said lightly: "I'm tired, if you are fine, can you make a record for me for a while, I can give you today's money." ”

In fact, when Jin Qing was observing Hua Yan, Hua Yan was also observing Jin Qing.

Although Hua Yan is simple-minded, she is not stupid, and she has a strong sense of the outside world, she has long found this little ghost who has been stranded on the Nai He Bridge, and found that this little ghost has been staring at herself.