Shen Wenyan sat in front of her aunt, made a pot of tea by herself, and then poured it to herself, looked at the wine gourd in her hand, or politely pushed a cup of tea to her, and then tasted the tea silently.

My aunt kept staring at one place, and even the wine gourd she had always liked in her hand unconsciously loosened, and Shen Wenyan raised her eyebrows in surprise. Following her aunt's line of sight, a bunch of people at the table were happily chatting about something, she hadn't paid attention to it before, but when she listened carefully, she realized that the person was talking about mortal things.

No wonder, Shen Wenyan nodded thoughtfully, then put down the tea in his hand and pricked up his ears to listen quietly.

"Boy, why did you come here at a young age, and after drinking this tea, I'm afraid you have to cross the Nai He Bridge to drink Meng Po soup and reincarnate."

"Hey, you old man, at this age, there are countless people who have come here at my age, and to be honest, this place is better than that world." The young man was not annoyed by the old man's ridicule, but drank two sips of tea with great interest, as if he was extremely satisfied with this place.

"Hey, you young man is really naïve, so if you accidentally fall off the bridge, your soul will be scattered, and your bones will be gone, aren't you afraid? Seeing that you are young, no matter what, it is better to be alive after all. The old man did not agree with the young man's words at all, but regarded him as young and vigorous.

Everyone in the underworld knows that if you want to be reincarnated, you must first cross the flower illusion on the other side, then cross the Nai He Bridge with a single wooden bridge, and then go to Meng Po to get the weird Meng Po soup, and finally follow the road to the end point to register before you can be reincarnated.

Not to mention how many ghosts have been trapped in the illusion of the flower on the other side, there are already countless dry bones in the crystal clear Lechuan River. If you are lucky, you will be sent back to the outside and start all over again, and if you are unlucky, you will directly turn into nutrients from the underworld.

Besides, if you can really go to the end, you have to be a little eighteen years, no matter how bad the world is, at least you can live.

"Uncle, I think you should have been here for a long time, and the current world is not as good as in this underworld." Speaking of the human world, the young man sneered disdainfully.

"How, brag about you." As soon as the young man's voice fell, someone next to him retorted.

"I haven't been here for long, and when I came, there was nothing, so you can brag about it."

"Hey...... You people, you guys, are really ...... The eighteen years in the underworld are much better than the human world, at least there is still hope. ”

The man twisted his fingertips lightly as he spoke, and took out a few melon seeds from the fruit bowl on the table, and when the fingertips were closed, the melon seeds appeared in his hand, and he didn't care about others, and threw them into his mouth.

"Say it quickly, say it quickly, what's wrong with the world? I've been trapped in the flower realm on the other side for five years, and now I've been sent out, and I'm going to come again, tell me, what's wrong with the world now? The man next to him leaned forward, his tone a little eager.

The man in the green shirt who spoke at first glanced at the peanuts in the fruit bowl unhurriedly, peeled a few more and put them in his mouth, without the slightest intention of speaking.

"You're a good person, and you're still selling off."

"That's it, seeing that you're young, you won't come here to cheat on tea and drink."

"Nowadays, people are really getting more and more impetuous, they don't charge a cup of tea money here and only listen to stories, and now some people don't even want to tell a story, be careful that the boss bombards you out."

Looking at the man in the green shirt, the people around him were accusing, and the people here who are still in this teahouse are either failed in the mission and started all over again, or they have just come to the underworld to rest.

Except for the man in green shirts, the rest of the people at this table have been here for many years, and they don't know much about the current situation in the world.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal, anyway, it doesn't matter if he is the emperor or the common people in cloth, everyone is the same when they come here, just tell you about it." The man in the green shirt threw the last peanut into his mouth, then caught it steadily, chewed it three or two times, and swallowed it.

"Last year, the emperor Lao'er began to be seriously ill, his illness, his sons were all ready to move, fighting openly and secretly, but the Nanban and Dongyi were still restless, and they were provoking at both ends in three days."

"The emperor is also a person who can't stand things, his body and bones are like that and he is still soaked in the gentle countryside every day, I died when I attacked the Nanban, no, I came here at a young age."

"But to tell the truth, the emperor is really good, the enemy in front of him is so hard, the grain and grass can't keep up, everyone's hungry eyes are green, and they can't wait to eat the war horses one by one."

"He's good, he is drunk in the gentle township every day, and he is still happy about the draft, those sons are not peaceful, every day you plan against me and I plan against you, the whole black smoke miasma, it is not as good as this underworld, so there is a cup of tea to drink. I don't know where my old wife and children who were forced to die by them are in the underworld now, and whether they have drunk that Meng Po soup. ”

"Is that true?" The old man's face was incredulous when he heard this, when he came, the world was still thriving before, how could it be like this now?

"I think it's that there are a lot of imps here these days, and it's getting more and more every day." The face of the person next to him was a little more solemn.

After that, he turned around and looked around, and at this moment, two more little ghosts came in the door, and everyone followed his line of sight, and their faces were heavy.

"Damn, fortunately, Lao Tzu was not sent out in the end and failed to be reincarnated, otherwise ......" Before the man finished speaking, he saw everyone looking at him in unison, he scratched his head embarrassedly, completely lost his rough appearance, and even his tone weakened.

Although the latter words are not finished, no one is a fool, no one likes to be born in a war year, and it is not at the right time to stay in this underworld for a long time, and turn around to have a good baby.

The voice of the person at the table slowly quieted down, Shen Wenyan turned his head, poured out the tea in front of his aunt, and re-warmed the tea and put it in front of her.

And from beginning to end, my aunt's hands were tightly grasping the wine gourd, the faint bone joints were white, a few green tendons on the back of her slender hands were faintly jumping, there were a few faint bloodshots on her lips, and there were still tooth marks that had not gone down carefully, but after a long time, she just put the wine gourd on the table, picked up the warm tea and drank it all.

"Your tea, it's unpalatable to death, I'll send you new tea tomorrow." Throwing the teacup diagonally on the table, the woman in front of her spoke.

"Then thank you aunt, I can be regarded as a mouthful." Shen Wenyan looked at her with a light smile, and did not forget to straighten the wine gourd thrown on the table, and picked up the teacup and put it away.

"Nan Xiao, my name! Stop calling me aunt, it's hard to hear. After that, he left without even taking the wine gourd.