It is said that fairies drink dew.

But in fact, a god like Ruan Ling needs grains, and the Hades King's meal is just a plate of fruit and a glass of water.

Ruan Ling quietly thought in his heart, the Hades King has lived for tens of thousands of years, has he eaten anything else.

Thinking like this, the Hades had quickly finished his meal and got up to go to the bedroom.

It was quiet all the time, and it didn't make a sound.

The two boys were quietly busy.

Ruan Ling was like a wandering spirit, and he was forgotten again.

She had to go out on her own.

Soon there was a pleasant sound of the piano in the piano room.

The sound of the piano is intoxicating.

Unconsciously, Ruan Ling stood at the door of the piano room and looked at the man sitting in front of the guqin, his eyes were stunned.

He is so beautiful, yet indifferent as ice for ten thousand years.

There never seemed to be a ripple on the cold face of Guanyu.

His slender hands gently stroked the piano, his eyes seemed to be looking at the strings, but he didn't seem to see anything.

Although he was sitting not far away, Ruan Ling felt that he was thousands of light years away from him, and it was so far away.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the piano had stopped, but Ruan Ling was still standing at the door.

"Go pour a glass of water." Hades' voice reached her ears.

Ruan Ling came back to his senses and looked up at him.

The Immortal had looked away indifferently.

"The master told you to pour water, what are you doing here?" A boy came over and saw this ugly ghost standing at the door, and was very displeased, "The master has not returned for many days, Cui Yu is getting more and more lazy, and he actually sent such an ugly ghost to send, there are no rules!" ”

Ruan Ling didn't want to cause trouble for Cui Yu, so he turned around and went to pour water.

She came with a bamboo cup, and the boy took it and brought it to the Hades.

She is such a humble and lowly ghost, it is already a blessing to be able to serve the Hades, where is she qualified to deliver tea and water in person.

Hades soon left the chamber.

Ruan Ling was at a loss.

She didn't want to leave, but she had to.

Back at the premises, and the next time Black and White Impermanence came to take people out for inspection, she took the opportunity to sneak out and follow back to Meng Pozhuang.

Meng Po pointed at Ruan Ling casually, "I can't help here, leave her to help for the time being,"

Xie Bi'an turned around and saw that it was an inconspicuous ghost, so he smiled and said, "It is her blessing to be able to serve Master Meng Po." ”

They left Nguyen Ling behind.

Ruan Ling rushed to the kitchen like a ghost, grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Meng Po looked at her with a smile, and waited for her to swallow three steamed buns in a row before she spoke: "I'm hungry." ”

"I'm starving." Ruan Ling poured a bowl of tea before he breathed a long sigh of relief, "I've never been so hungry in my life." What's going on? ”

"You haven't been a ghost, so you don't know." Meng Po smiled, "I became a ghost, I didn't eat, drink or sleep, and I became hungrier and sleepier every day." It's a terrible feeling, too. If you don't enter samsara for a day, you have to endure it for a day. This can be regarded as a punishment for them. ”

Ruan Ling listened and said, "Therefore, people still can't do bad things while they are alive. Even if he escapes the crime before his death, the underworld will not spare it. ”

"This is not too light, one day you have the opportunity to go to the eighteenth layer of purgatory to take a look, and you will know that starvation is nothing at all." Meng Po said.

Ruan Ling knew that the punishment in the eighteenth layer of purgatory was more terrible and cruel than the other.

She wasn't interested in going to see the fried oil ghost, peeling the skin and pulling out the tongue.

"Have you seen the Immortal?" Meng Po asked.

"See." Ruan Ling said happily, "It's exactly the same as Ashu. ”

"Is it really the same?" Meng Po was noncommittal.