Meng Shujun walked to the river with Meng Po soup, and the young man could be seen in the distance.

Dressed in a dusty white shirt, with upright and delicate facial features, he died at a young age, and he died in his good years, and he was also an unlucky child.

Even if all things are merciful, they cannot awaken all the sleeping and lost souls.

Good people don't necessarily have good rewards.

The world has never been unreasonable.

Meng Shujun sighed for a long time, sighed for a long time, and completely forgot about business.

Meng Shujun's job is to be responsible for the reincarnation of the thirteenth Nai He Bridge, and the main task is to boil soup and make others drink soup. The most important thing is that 100 merits a month are paid as wages and sold in pawnshops or on the black market, which is a huge amount of money!

"Ding - The thirteenth reincarnation path is about to open, please buy a reincarnation ticket and go to Naihe Bridge to reincarnate."

The voice of the artificial intelligence echoed in hell, and the originally noisy group of ghosts suddenly quieted down, and lined up to cross the bridge in an orderly manner.

The No. 13 Nahe Bridge is specially prepared for good people, so most people need a mermaid lamp in their hands, and the green and faint fire is extremely strange in hell.

Meng Shujun put on a black cloak, he was already relatively thin, with a small skeleton, and he looked frail and sickly, and his body was weak. So when he was put under this wide and fat black robe, the whole person was directly wrapped.

He took off his hat, unable to stand the feeling of the clothes covering his eyes, so he simply brought a hat instead of the hat on the black robe.

It's a bit like a child wearing adult clothes.

Fortunately, he is relatively tall and slender, so that the black robe will not be dragged directly to the ground.

However, the Lechuan River under the bridge is the last project of Meng Po Soup, and you only need to sprinkle a few drops of the boiled soup into the Lechuan River water and give it to the ghosts to drink. It's all about saving money, after all, hell is really poor.

The paper money burned to the deceased in the world will be transformed into merit, but the conversion rate is relatively large, and 100 million coins are equal to one merit. After Hell collects these coins, it can convert them into the energy needed for the operation of Hell Hell, such as the water in the Lethe River, the electricity network in Hell and the cloth of clothes...... Therefore, the money you burn for the deceased is actually not enough for them to buy a hellish dessert, at most they can barely buy a ticket, if the person in your family is guilty of many crimes in his life, and he is not allowed to buy anything in hell if he has money, all the underworld coins will be seized, as the name suggests "confiscated".

"Meng Po, this is my ticket." A man who looked like a business elite had a straight face and handed him the ticket seriously.

Meng Shujun's hand shook, his heart was awkward, he was not very satisfied with his name, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "You, what do you call me?" ”

The voice was crisp and sultry, and there was a faint sense of anger, but people couldn't help but fall for it.

Elite male goosebumps fell to the ground.

I was actually tempted by a man!

Wait, male??

The elite man looked at him in disbelief, feeling that the three views were collapsing at the speed of light, "In my cognition, Meng Po is a woman!" ”

Meng Shujun's face darkened, and with a slight force on his hand, this time he crushed the bowl of Meng Po soup, and the fragments were inlaid into the palm, and blood flowed sideways.

He didn't even raise his eyelids, completely ignoring the wound on his hand, and said in a strange manner: "In my cognition, Meng Po is also a woman, but ...... Damn, you go and ask what that dead pickpocket means! Do you think Lao Tzu wants to be! ”

The elite man held his glasses, the lenses were shining, he put on a posture of a passer-by, and patted Meng Shujun's shoulder meaningfully, "Brother, Brother Xin's words, patting on the back can make your career step by step, don't ask me how I know, I know what I have used." As long as the leader is happy, salary, promotion, bonus, travel. There's nothing you can't get, only what you can't think of! ”

“…… You mean, tell me to go and pat me? ”

The elite man smiled obscenely, and winked at him who thought he was very handsome, "The son can be taught!" I think back then, my brother was a good fart, and the leaders of the various groups were coaxed by me, and the infinite scenery was amazing! ”

Meng Shujun let out a long "oh", and began to turn the knife in his hand again.

"Look at your red face, there seems to be auspicious clouds between your eyebrows, and you are going to meet the rhythm of a nobleman. By the way, if you can give me my Meng Po soup first, I can pass on more experience to you. ”

Tsk, charlatans.

Meng Shujun raised his eyes, scooped a bowl of unclean water from the Lechuan River, and was about to add some decoction to the water, but he was stunned to remember that the whole bowl of decoction had been hit by himself just now, so he whistled and called a little ghost.

"Go, bring the cauldron in the kitchen."

He turned his head again, and an imperceptible smile flashed in his dark eyes, "Come, this brother, let's have a good discussion on how to please the boss." ”