didn't pay attention to the horror in the eyes of black and white impermanence, Bai Mei took a few steps forward, and found that black and white impermanence hadn't caught up, and turned his head to show some doubts: "Don't go?"

"Let's go, please. Facing the killing god in front of him, black and white impermanence accompanied the smiling face and hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way.

The Huangquan trail is quiet and tortuous, except for the long wind and sand and a few strange black shadows that pass by from time to time, the whole path seems particularly lonely.

Along the way, Bai Mei did not take the initiative to speak, and black and white impermanence did not dare to talk at will, but brought it in front, and the rustling footsteps of the three of them were particularly clear.

After walking more than 100 miles, a small tea stall built on the side of the Huangquan Trail and standing in the sand sea of Huangquan broke into Bai Mei's field of vision.

Seeing the curiosity in Bai Mei's eyes, Xie Bi'an smiled and explained: "This is the Yin soup shop on the Huangquan Trail, which is specially for ghosts who have been on the road for a long time to rest. Would you like to go and sit?"

Thinking that he was not in a hurry anyway, Bai Mei, who came to the underworld for the first time in this underworld, regarded it as a sightseeing, then nodded, and walked into this yin soup shop with black and white impermanence.

In the small or even somewhat simple yin soup shop, except for three or five tables, chairs and benches that have been yellowed and cracked, there is only a middle-aged woman dressed in gray and white cloth with a triangular cloth wrapped around her head busy in front of the stove.

"Aunt Meng's business has been good lately?"

As soon as he walked into the yin soup shop, Xie Bi'an greeted the middle-aged woman who was busy with him.

"Is she Meng Po?" There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, in Bai Mei's cognition, Meng Po should be in front of the Nai He Bridge, pouring soup for the souls of the dead, how could she run to the side of the Huangquan trail and open a yin soup shop.

"Do you know Meng Po?" Bai Mei's reaction made Fan Wuxu's eyes move, the underworld is different from other forces in the upper realm, it has always been very low-key, and Meng Po lives in the underworld all the year round and never goes out, how did Bai Mei know the name of Meng Po.

However, although he was puzzled in his heart, Fan Wuxuan didn't dare to ask Bai Mei, once this matter involved Bai Mei's privacy, it would be uncomfortable for him to find it.

"I've heard that she shouldn't be feeding soup to the souls of the dead at the Nahe Bridge?"

So far, Bai Mei didn't care about hiding herself, and asked straight to the point.

"You don't know this, Meng Po is in the underworld, not a person, but a race, this race is all women, they have no name, they all take Meng as their surname, but only the head of the clan has a name, and this name is Meng Po!

In addition to the patriarch Meng Po stationed at Nai He Bridge, the rest of the Meng Po people were divided into branches on the Huangquan Trail to open Yin soup shops to supply the ghosts of the prefecture. ”

Hearing Bai Mei asking Meng Po, Bai Wuchang explained to Bai Mei softly, and at this time, the middle-aged woman who had been busy in front of the stove also came over and served three bowls of light blue soup with a strange fragrance to Bai Mei and the three of them.

"Taste it, this is my unique yin soup in the underworld. However, it strengthens the strength of the divine soul and increases the toughness of the original spirit. For the Shade, it's an excellent thing.

However, this thing can only take effect once every hundred years for the same person, so drinking too much will not help. ”

Introducing Bai Mei to the yin soup in front of him, Bai Wuchang recklessly picked up the pottery bowl in front of him, drank the yin soup in the bowl, and made a cheerful sound.

"The Meng Po people are scarce, and there are thousands of Huangquan trails, you don't necessarily come across a yin soup shop, but I didn't expect you to run into it when you first went to the underworld today, it is good luck." ”

Staring at the light blue yin soup in front of him, exuding a strange fragrance, Bai Mei pinched the edge of the pottery bowl and took a sip gently.

At the entrance of the yin soup, it turned into a warm current across Bai Mei's throat in an instant, and the white eyebrows at this moment are the body of the original god, without the internal organs of the body, but this yin soup really makes Bai Mei feel a warm feeling that all the organs are nourished.

"It's really amazing. After taking a sip of Bai Mei, he put down the yin soup, and did not drink it all in one fell swoop like Xie Bi'an.

"Does this official think my soup is not delicious?"

Here Bai Mei put down the bowl, black and white impermanence were a little surprised, Yin soup has an almost irresistible temptation for spirits like Yuan Shen Soul, and the two brothers have never seen someone enter the Yin soup, but they can still put it down.

And the look of surprise on the face of the black and white impermanence here just rose, and the Meng Po clansman, who had been busy in front of the stove, also came to the small table with a boning knife.

Raising his eyebrows, he glanced at the middle-aged woman beside him, and put the Zhuxian Sword on the table with a snap of white eyebrows: "It's not delicious, what's wrong." ”

Seeing that Bai Mei directly took out the Zhuxian Sword and put it on the table, the black and white impermanence sweat came down, and he couldn't help but scold the Meng Po people in front of him for being so ignorant, can you threaten this master, maybe even we are implicated!

"Bold! Stand down, is there anything you can do here!"

Slammed the table in front of him, Fan Wuxu opened his mouth and shouted angrily, and reacted quickly to give Bai Wuchang a look, asking him to quickly get this unknown thing!

"Old Black, you actually ......"

"What old black and white, hurry up and give me down, you. ”

Being so stunned by Fan Wuxuan, the middle-aged woman looked stunned, obviously she didn't expect that Fan Wuxuan, who often came to her to mix yin soup, would be so angry with him.

Her face sank, and Meng Po just wanted to open her mouth to refute, but Xie Bi'an had already grabbed her arm and threw her out of the Yin soup shop directly, falling into the wind and sand of Huangquan, and was blown away by the extreme wind in the blink of an eye.

Joining forces to get the Meng Po clan away, the black and white impermanence breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Bai Mei with a smile: "Don't blame the adults, the Meng Po clan is scarce, and their identity is very noble in the underworld, and they have very good personalities on weekdays.

Just care very much about the soup in your hand, this Meng Po clan is one of the candidates for Meng Po in their clan, you drank her soup, but this look.

That's why she ......"

"You don't have to be nervous, this is the underworld, and this sect is not a person who messes around, just this sect just wants to talk to that woman, and has no intention of doing anything.

You've gone too far. ”

With a flat face, he put away the Zhuxian Sword on the table, Bai Mei shook his head slightly, and his words were still counting the black and white impermanence that was a little too much for the Meng Po clan just now.

Such terrifying murderers are directly placed on the table, is this just talking?!

The eyelids jumped wildly, and the stomach of the spit was pressed down by black and white impermanence, and he could only apologize with a smile on his face as the two people with white eyebrows: "What you said is reasonable, my brothers and sisters have indeed gone too far, and they will definitely not be next time." ”

"Well, let's go. ”

Nodding slightly, Bai Mei got up and continued to walk forward, leaving a helpless look at black and white impermanence, but he could only catch up quickly.

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