Pei Shu came in with her.

He rolled around, quickly stood up, and looked around.

The sky is full of yellow sand.

"Where is this?" He asked.

"It's called Yellow Spring, Eight Hundred Miles Yellow Spring, have you ever heard of it?" Hua Hanxiang stood up and sorted out her clothes and hair, spitting out the yellow sand in her mouth, and stomping her feet angrily, "This damn ruthless and unrighteous Qin Jingrong, he actually threw me in!" ”

Pei Shu said: "From here, how to get to the underworld?" ”

"Go forward and go to Meng Po Village." Hua Hanxiang coughed and said, "Hurry up, the wind in this Yellow Spring is too bad." You are a mortal, you must go to Meng Pozhuang as soon as possible. ”

Pei Shu nodded, faced the biting wind and sand, crossed eight hundred miles of yellow sand, and came to Meng Pozhuang.

His clothes were tattered from the wind, and his body and face were covered in blood.

Hua Hanxiang looked a little unbearable.

It's just that she herself is no better, and she can't take care of him.

Fortunately, he still arrived at Meng Pozhuang alive.

Meng Pozhuang is actually a small thatched house.

Hua Hanxiang rushed over and kicked the door: "Open the door and open the door!" ”

Squeak.

A bright-eyed little girl opened the door and looked at her: "Is there a soul again?" ”

When she saw Pei Shu, she was taken aback: "Ah, you are a living person?" ”

"Ah, I'm going to die, let me in first!" Hua Hanxiang pushed her away and closed the door, blocking the wind and sand.

She slumped on the ground gasping for air.

The little girl looked at Pei Shu curiously, and said crisply: "You are so handsome, how about leaving me as a husband?" ”

"That's not going to work, little Meng Po." A familiar, sweet voice came from behind the table.

Pei Shu shook slightly, looked up, and saw the little fairy wearing a white dress and holding a cup of tea, turning around from behind the table.

She is still fairy, beautiful and gorgeous, and incompatible with the eight hundred miles of yellow sand here.

Hua Hanxiang was also stunned when she saw her standing in the room with a good look.

"You're coming for me?" Ruan Ling had already heard their voices, and if it hadn't been for her request, Meng Po, the little demon woman, would not have opened the door.

"Why else do you think I'm running to this hellish place?" Hua scolded with a fragrant mouth, "I thought you were caught in hell by black and white impermanence and tortured, dare you stay here and drink tea?" ”

Ruan Ling's gaze swept over Pei Shu's face, seeing his clothes torn into strips by the wind, and the wounds on his exposed skin.

She stretched out her hand to Meng Po: "Meng Po, give me medicine for your wounds." ”

The wounds of the wind and sand in Huangquan are not cured by ordinary medicine.

Pei Shu was a little surprised.

This smart and lively little girl, who looks like she is only seven or eight years old, turned out to be the legendary and famous Meng Po?

This was unexpected.

The world thinks that Meng Po is an old and ugly old woman.

Meng Po pouted, "My medicine is very precious." If you want, exchange it with me. ”

"In exchange for what?"

"Hmm...... I'm going to eat spring rolls. Meng Po's eyes lit up and she licked her lips.

"Okay." Ruan Ling agreed.

Meng Po immediately took out a small bottle of medicine and threw it to Pei Shu.

Hua Hanxiang was dumbfounded: "The famous Bi Ling Elixir in the underworld was just taken out?" Didn't you say that Meng Po was super picky? Just exchange it for spring rolls? ”

"Phew!" Meng Po smacked her, "Ordinary spring rolls, how can my Meng Po see them in her eyes?" She has good craftsmanship and I love to eat! I'm going to keep her here forever with me and cook for me! ”