Meng Shujun was demoted again!

He's in real trouble this time!

Here's how it happened-

Originally, Meng Shujun was happy and happily boiling his own soup, humming his own little song, but if he couldn't do it, he went to steal Hades' mobile phone to open "XX Glory", and the small day was beautiful.

However, it is okay to boil Meng Po soup for one day, it is okay to boil it for two days, but it can barely last for a week, and it is better to die in eight days, and all thoughts are lost, and ten days will completely kill him!

Meng Shujun found the Hades King and got straight to the point: "I want to change jobs again, it's really not fun to make soup." ”

Hades kicked him out with a smile: "You can go and sing Liangliang, don't come to the Hades Hall to make trouble." ”

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The angry Meng Shujun gritted his teeth and added things to Meng Po's soup, planning to die with hell and break the net.

Come on, hurt each other!

Since he didn't change his job, he had to force him to make soup, so good, he prepared a big gift for a Hades!

Five taels of hatred, taken from the hatred in the depths of the memory of ✔ the soul of the tragic death

Three or two anger, taken from the confusion ✔ of the life of the unjustly killed soul

An obsession or two, taken from the heartfelt desires ✔ of the souls of the souls

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With one or two obsessively put in, Meng Po soup suddenly turned into a clear blue, and then became transparent in a blink of an eye.

Human emotions are the most delicious food in the world.

Sometimes it is also very good to use it for sencha and sake.

Meng Shujun looked at the decoction, and many fragmentary pictures suddenly flashed in his mind, ghostly and blurry, and most importantly, there was a voice whispering in his ear all the time.

"Little Scholar ......"

"I want to cultivate the Nine-Tails ......"

"What is your desire......

……

Forgetting to extinguish the firewood, the hot steam burned Meng Shujun's hand fiercely, and he suddenly came to his senses, and his expression was indescribably gloomy.

Again, this low voice.

After returning from the mortal world, he was thrown into the Lethe River by the Hades once, and since then he has always remembered some strange things in his mind, like something that has happened, and even feels endless sadness and pain.

But I really can't remember what happened.

He also wondered if he was missing any memories, but he didn't drink Meng Po soup, nor did he fall down and lose his memory like a bloody TV series.

It's okay, it shouldn't be a big deal anyway.

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After boiling the decoction, Meng Shujun put on a black robe, took a hat, and walked towards the Nai He Bridge with bad intentions. In order to reduce (steal) the burden (lazy), he specially invited (tied) a few imps to watch the bridge for himself, and he only needs to be responsible for boiling the soup, and nothing else has anything to do with him.

Anyway, there is no alarm in this "Hell Workplace Manual", which proves that the tasks it asks for do not need to be guarded on the bridge. In this case, it is natural to play when you should play and sleep when you should sleep.

Ghosts are short, and they need to be happy in time.

The two imps, both wearing ill-fitting black robes, went to fetch water from the Lechuan River, lifted them up and poured them into a large vat. The other blends Meng Po soup, diligently and conscientiously. The ghosts also obediently lined up, handing over tickets with one hand and soup with the other.

"Ahem! How much is left of the decoction that was boiled before! Meng Shujun walked up to the little ghost and asked coldly.

The little ghost was startled, and the Meng Po soup in his hand almost didn't hold it steady, and he stammered: "Already, there is no more, no, there is still a little left...... It seems to be gone...... And so much more...... No more ......"

It spoke again and again, hesitating, Meng Shujun was not in the mood to listen to its addition, and directly interrupted its words, "The old man just prepared the new version of Meng Po soup, come, use this." ”

Meng Shujun quickly took out the small bottle in his sleeve, poured it into the tank full of water without saying a word, and said as he poured it: "Helping others is my Chinese virtue, so we must be helpful, help each other, and promote our country's traditional Wenhua." In this case, you should help the old man to take care of the bridge and promote virtue. ”

The little ghost smiled awkwardly but politely, and said so much, didn't he just want to help him work?

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"You can rest assured, the small one will definitely give you a good look at this Nai He Bridge."

The corners of Meng Shujun's mouth rose slightly, maintaining a strange arc, his eyes were bright but with a different kind of brilliance, and he said word by word, word by word: "Then, I'm bothering you." ”