Nan Xian'er suddenly committed suicide after confessing, which surprised everyone.

Before Jing Wei's nerves were pulled out of Nan Xian'er's deathbed "senior brother", I saw Wei Yan's right hand stretched out to the side, his five fingers opened, and his palm downward, and suddenly a cloud of smoke-black gas came out of thin air, and an old man with a rickety figure gradually appeared in front of everyone.

After the smoke around him gradually cleared, the leaf thorn was able to see the old man's face clearly.

Is that......

Meng Po!

Wei Yang squinted at Meng Po, her face was as cold as ice, and she said coldly: "Do you know why this seat passed you here?"

Meng Po was originally by the Nai He Bridge, spoonful by spoonful of soup for the undead passing by, but suddenly she was sucked by a powerful suction, and as soon as she came, she saw the ghost king, the ghost queen and all the generals, which made her mind suddenly blank.

You must know that Meng Po has never had the opportunity to leave Nai He Bridge, she is extremely unfamiliar with the place she is in at the moment, and she is even more helpless against the queen's sudden summons.

At this time, everyone in the hall was a little confused about Wei Yang's move, but they saw Wei Yang snort softly: "What's the matter?

"Mother...... Niangniang, the old woman doesn't know, can you mention it?" Meng Po's tone trembled slightly.

Wei Yang smiled contemptuously: "Hehe, too, you are so old, it is reasonable that you often forget things." Then this seat will help you reminisce, what did you do for a little girl from the Tianshan Mountains seven hundred years ago?"

Meng Po's brain was racing, desperately recalling, seven hundred years ago...... Tien Shan ...... Little Girl......

Ye Thorn saw Meng Po's face suddenly shocked, his two eyes kept rolling, and beads of sweat the size of beans began to appear on his forehead.

"Hehe, remembered?" Wei Yang chuckled, "That little girl's name is Sixi, right? You separated her memory, didn't you? ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and the only thing that was not surprised at this time was the leaf thorn.

She thought to herself that this Wei Yang had undoubtedly seen the conditions of the exchange between Sixi and Meng Po from Nan Xian'er's memory just now.

After hearing this, Meng Po immediately trembled and moved to Wei Yang's side with her kneeling knees, pulled her skirt with both hands and said, "Niangniang...... Empress...... I was wrong, and I was also for my nephew......."

"Hehe, make excuses when you're wrong, your errand seems to be insignificant, but it's actually a lot of oil and water, I think, a memory of the undead is exchanged for a curse, so for tens of thousands of years, more than 100 million undead have passed in front of your eyes, and how many businesses have not been discovered by this seat?"

Meng Po's eyes were shocked, and she kept buttoning her head and said: "There is no more Niangniang! No more! Only this once! beg Niangniang to spare her life!"

Wei Yang's face became relaxed when he heard this, and he glanced at Shi Yifan disapprovingly, and said, "Pavilion Master, let's see what to do." ”

Meng Po was stunned, then hurriedly turned to Shi Yifan, and kowtowed violently, "Pavilion master spare life! Pavilion master spare life! I also want to help that little girl out of kindness, no more, no more! Don't believe it, look at ......" said and immediately pulled out a trace of black smoke from his temple, only to see that this black smoke drifted straight towards Shi Yifan, Shi Yifan stretched out his right index finger, and surrounded the wisp of black smoke.

This is Meng Po's memory.

Because of Nan Xian'er's suicide, Shi Yifan's already solemn expression was dragged even heavier at this time.

Meng Po, who was originally a loose official of the immortal underworld, was not shallow, because she was too old, she had experienced countless grievances and hatreds during her lifetime, and she did not let go until she died, so she took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the bridge to be on an errand and boiled the ghost soup for ten thousand years.

In Shi Yifan's eyes, Meng Po has always done her duty, has no desires or desires, and has never made any demands on herself.

In fact, Shi Yifan also took the initiative to find her before, because with her cultivation mana, she could at least enter the fifth hall as an ordinary undead, at least she didn't have to be old to do manual work in the first hall, but she said: "Pavilion master, my errand is very good, none of these people who have just died are happy, none of them are not bitter, I am a person, selfish, I will be more comfortable when I see others suffering like this." ”

Meng Po's words are true, and Shi Yifan was also very relieved of Meng Po because of such truths. But now this person who is at peace with himself has not been able to resist the temptation after all, dereliction of duty, and violated the precepts of ghosts.

Ye Thorn saw that the wisp of black smoke had been lingering on Shi Yifan's fingertips, and after a while, Shi Yifan poured it back into Meng Po's body, and then said solemnly: "Meng Po, you abused your power, violated discipline to separate the memory of the dead without authorization, and sent out the ghosts, I, Shi Yifan, now in the name of the master of the Ghost Art Pavilion, in accordance with the precepts of the ancestors, dismiss you from your position, and serve a thousand years in prison in Yin Cao Hell to warn future generations." ”

Ye Thorn thought to himself that this pavilion master had finally reported his name, it turned out that his name was Shi Yifan, and he was really proficient in the precepts of the earth ghosts, who was it, how long the punishment was, how heavy the punishment was, it was easy to get it.

As soon as Meng Po heard that it was not a death sentence, she kowtowed gratefully and knelt down to thank her: "Thank you for the great grace of the Pavilion Lord!

Wei Yang raised his eyebrows, and his tone was contemptuous: "Meng Po, what about the pavilion master, I remember that you have served the country for tens of thousands of years, and this time it is only the first offense, and it has not caused any casualties, so I punished you for a thousand years, and the punishment is light, do you know?"

The old woman must have thought about it, and she will never do it again. Meng Po said, and her hand on the ground was still trembling slightly.

"It's good to know, you don't have to go back when you serve your sentence, this kind of meaningless job should have been abolished a long time ago, and let those undead go to the soup by themselves in the future!"

Everyone was amazed and looked at each other.

Although Meng Po was unwilling to make such an evaluation of Wei Yang in her heart, she could also lower her head and dare not refute.

"Oh yes, the recipe for the Yin Soul Soup is in your hands, right? Hand it over to the soldiers who carry the roster of the undead, they are too easy, let them boil the soup!" Wei Yang said and bent down, stretched out his hand, only to see a gray fat cat jump out behind him, and jumped onto Wei Yang's arm, Wei Yang's action was undoubtedly a long time ago knowing that the cat was coming, so he hugged the cat without changing his face and got up.

At this time, four soldiers suddenly appeared in the main hall, pulled Meng Po, and disappeared together.

After Meng Po disappeared, the hall was terrifyingly quiet, and no one spoke for a while, including Shi Yifan.

Obviously, although Shi Yifan heard that Wei Yang wanted to abolish Meng Po's errand from now on and let others complete it, and was about to justify something, he swallowed it back, just because what Wei Yang said was not unreasonable, and the repetitive work of serving soup for the undead was really meaningless, and there was really no need to send someone to be responsible.

"Haha, these are all family affairs, family affairs, unfortunately let foreign guests see it, don't mind. Huang Lei looked at Ye Thorn and his party and said with a smile. In fact, Huang Lei originally wanted to break the embarrassing atmosphere present, but unexpectedly, in the eyes of others, his smile at the moment was hung up stiffly, and he was even more embarrassed if he didn't smile.

Jing Wei hurriedly responded wittily: "Where is it, the local ghosts have strict precepts, and Your Majesty has a good way of governing the country, I admire it very much!" Although Jing Wei was confused about what Sixi just now, what separation memories, and what things were given to Wei Xi, he also knew that this was not the time to dig deeper, and it was not too late to go back and ask the master, the most important thing at the moment was to quickly find the lover of the junior sister.

So Jing Wei was about to ask, only to hear Huang Lei nod with satisfaction and smiled: "My ghost creatures are also people who believe in their word, the pavilion master promised you before, as long as you have the ability to come to this thirteenth hall, I will explore the soul stone of His Royal Highness Xuanyuan for you, and he has also searched for it with all his heart, but unfortunately, the demon Ziyan has not entered our ghost, so we naturally have no way to get his soul stone." ”

Jing Weixin's eyes were shocked, what?!He didn't come?!Isn't he dead?!