"Ahh I~. ”

Shang Biao pretended to be surprised, he was still thinking about quietly following the rice delivery person to get the yellow rice in his hands for a while, but he didn't expect this to fall on him.

"It's you, turn right after going out, keep walking, and when you get to the bridge, you can see Meng Po's thatched house. Leave after the meal, and remember not to eat anything that Meng Po gives you.

Especially the soup, what is Meng Po soup, you don't need me to remind you!

Take this sign, if you encounter a bad inquiry, you can say that it is a guy from the Yin Yang Inn, and they will generally not embarrass you. ”

Hesitantly taking the food box and the wooden token, Shang Biao pretended to be reluctant and left the back kitchen.

Out of the Yin Yang Inn, follow the instructions of the cash cabinet ghost and walk to the right.

After walking a few hundred steps, the bustling streets had disappeared, and a scene of yellow sand appeared in Shang Biao's eyes.

Shang Biao looked back behind him, and they were all the same scene.

There is no turning back in the underworld, and if you turn back, you will fall into the abyss forever and lose your soul.

If you want to return to the Yin Yang Inn, it is also easy, keep walking, the road of the underworld implies six reincarnations, as long as you keep moving forward, you can return to the original point.

Opening the food box, Shang Biao took out the cold yellow rice and drank it all in one gulp.

After the last drop of porridge was dropped, Shang Biao found that the scene of yellow sand flying in front of him disappeared, replaced by a scene of a fairy resort.

Shang Biao found that standing on his left was the secret stiffness of the Nine Yin Protector Dao that he had dreamed of after entering the theater, and the ghost boy on his right was obediently holding a golden magic sword embedded with seven treasures.

Under the high platform where he was standing, there was a group of disciples kneeling in Yinshan Dharma robes.

"Congratulations to the ancestor on his 100th birthday, Wencheng Wude, thousands of years, supernatural powers, Zhongxing Yinshan!"

Shang Biao understood that this was a sweet dream from eating yellow rice.

After learning about his family's inheritance when he was a child, for a long time, he would dream that when he grew up, he would cultivate peerless supernatural powers, with boundless mana, slaughter Mao Mountain, destroy dragons and tigers, and revive the Yinshan faction.

The enjoyment of being an immortal didn't last long, and the beautiful dream of yellow sorghum was shattered, and the flying yellow sand hit his face again.

"Return conditions: Survive in the underworld for seven days, and return to the yang world to return early."

Hearing the conditions for the return of the theater, Shang Biao touched his chin and thought about it.

He entered the underworld in the flesh, and it was not easy for him to return to the yang world.

Why is it that some people who have cultivated in their bodies do not dare to come to this place even if they know the way to enter the underworld?

It seems that this errand of delivering food has to continue, and it is safer to spend seven days in the underworld than outside.

If he encounters some old ghosts who have cultivated for thousands of years, it will be difficult for him to get out even if he wants to, and this kind of old ghost is not uncommon in the underworld.

Against the yellow sand, Shang Biao took out the food box and continued to walk forward.

Time stopped passing in front of this eternal and unchanging scenery, and Shang Biao didn't know how long he walked, and his mind became numb.

Suddenly, a foul smell came to his nostrils, awakening his senses, and a murky river of blood, about six or seven meters wide, with no end in sight, flowed.

As the saying goes, there are no young and old people on Huangquan Road, and there are many young people buried in lonely graves.

The yellow sand disappeared at some point, Shang Biao stood on a small path, lined with countless sword mountains and sword trees, and a few ghosts appeared in the distance, the chains in their hands swayed, escorting a team of ghosts who had been interrogated by the judge.

At the corner of the road, stands a strangely shaped building, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, like a bow back in front and a straight string in the back, with a step leading to the top in front and back. At the top of this building, there are three engraved seals 'Wangxiangtai'.

If the passing Yin Soul can take out the Dark Coin to bribe the ghost, he will be able to climb the stairs and climb to the top to take a last look at his relatives in the yang world.

If you don't have the money to bribe, you will be escorted forward, and the Wangxiang Tower, which can be climbed by any dead soul, has become a tool for ghosts to seek personal gain.

After the Wangxiang Terrace, a short walk away, you will see the legendary Nai He Bridge, the head of the bridge is covered with a simple thatched house, a wrinkled, large figure of the old woman stirring a cauldron in front of her.

As each of the ghosts passed by the thatched hut, they would pick up the bowl of soup that had been placed on the stone table.

The ghost, who was still crying and wailing a moment ago, turned into a demented appearance after a bowl of soup, and walked onto the stone bridge with mechanical steps.

"Stop, where are you a wild ghost!"

Shang Biao bypassed Wangxiangtai and before he approached the bridge, he was stopped by the ghost.

"The Yin Yang Inn came to deliver food to Master Meng Po, can you go?"

Shang Biao showed the token handed over by the cash cabinet ghost, showing fear in line with his identity.

"Token is true, but why haven't I seen you?"

"I'm new here, there are many guests today, so Qian Lao had to send me."

"Let him come over, it's the meal I ordered with the Yin-Yang Inn."

The old woman stopped the spoon of soup in her hand and said, but the ghosts almost didn't ask again, and got out of the way.

"Master Meng, this is your meal, if it's okay, the little one will leave!"

Shang Biao walked into the thatched hut and put the food box on the stone table where he visited the soup bowl, not daring to keep more.

"What's the hurry, it's hard all the way, drink a bowl of soup and then go."

"Hehe, Master Meng Po laughed, how dare you enjoy your treasure soup before the little one is reincarnated."

Shang Biao took a few steps back, pretending to be panicked and waving his hand repeatedly.

"It's okay if you don't drink it, then help me scoop the soup and let the old body eat something slowly."

Looking at the bubbling clear soup, Shang Biao hesitated for a few seconds and walked over.

If you can get some Meng Po soup, it will definitely come in handy in the future.

Meng Po soup

Origin: Hades

Rarity: Silver

Material: Eight Tears of Life

Effect: The Yin Soul forgets the memories of life after taking it, and the person who has not completed the life of the Yang Soul can take it to treat the damage of the soul and strengthen the Yuan Shen. You can only drink one bowl in your life, and more is not beneficial.

Evaluation: One tear, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of parting tears, this eighth taste is a Meng Po's sad tears. Meng Po soup eight tears as a guide, to remove its bitterness, to leave its sweetness, so tormented for a lifetime, boiled into a pot of good soup.

Good thing, Shang Biao secretly calculated in his heart, how to make a bowl of Meng Po soup without attracting the attention of Meng Po.

"Little ghost, why is there only one bowl of this yellow rice, I remember talking to Old Ghost Qian about two bowls."

Meng Po lifted the lid of the food box and asked with a wrinkled old face.

"I'm really sorry Master Meng, there are too many diners in the small shop today, and the main ingredients of the yellow rice are exhausted, and your bowl is already the last point. Mr. Qian said that I will make it up to you next time, and you will be more responsible this time. ”

Shang Biao said without changing his face, this kind of high-ranking Yin God will definitely not embarrass him for a bowl of yellow rice, a little errand boy like him, even if he is dissatisfied in his heart, he is jealous of the Yin Yang Inn, and it has nothing to do with him.

Just as he predicted, Meng Po didn't ask any more questions. Eating more bowls and eating less bowls doesn't matter to her.