She saw that the self-blame in Shang Jinfeng's eyes had faded a little, and she knew that if she didn't punish him, this stubborn guy would not easily forgive herself.

Shang Jin nodded, Mu Ningjiu patted her ass with satisfaction and got up, stretched out her hand and raised her eyebrows and said:

"Time is running out, we ...... Let's go? Shang Jin got up, held her soft sword in the palm of her hand with her backhand, picked up the sword on the ground, and saw a high platform looming in front of her, and behind the high platform, there were three bluestone slab bridges that led to each other and overlapped each other.

The reason why they can see so clearly is because at the head of the stone bridge at the top, there is a lone lamp that will never be extinguished. It was beautifully protected by a beautiful golden lampshade, and a long inky pole supported the lampholder, standing at the head of the bridge, illuminating the two small bridges that lay beneath it, and the blood-yellow Lethe River at the bottom.

"It's a soul fire!" Mu Ningjiu muttered, then wiped the blood stains on the tag with one hand, tied it to his wrist, and said to Shang Jin:

"While those reincarnated souls are still in the Hades Palace, let's go and come back quickly."

The two of them quickly climbed up to the extremely high Wangxiang platform hand in hand, and saw an extremely young woman with a good face sitting by the bridge, she rolled up her wide lotus-colored clothes, and held a spoon in her fair and slender hands, slowly stirring the liquid in the wooden barrel with a little blue light and shadow, evenly filling it into a jade bowl, and handing it to the souls who lined up to receive Meng Po soup. Next to her stood a cyan stone with a few words engraved in oracle bone inscription, Shang Jin raised his eyebrows:

"That's the Sansheng Stone...... Isn't that ......?"

"Meng Po?" Mu Ningjiu blurted out in surprise, "It is recorded in ancient books that Meng Po is a grandmother with a rickety back, but I didn't expect it...... So young. ”

"I said why the souls arrived in Fengdu much later than us, it seems that I am afraid that there will be too many people queuing up to receive the soup and disrupting the order." Shang Jin said slowly, glanced at the slightly sparse crowd at the third bridge, snapped his fingers and said:

"Thankfully, there were few people on that bridge." Mu Ningjiu nodded, and because of the blessing of the listing, the two walked frankly under Meng Po's nose.

"On this three-life stone, your past and present lives are recorded, and after reading it, drink this bowl of soup and go to reincarnation quickly." Meng Po's voice was soft and healing, as beautiful as a fairy who had fallen into the world, making people forget their pain. But the middle-aged man in front of her shook his head vigorously and said in a trembling voice:

"I don't drink, I don't drink, I won't drink! I don't want to forget Lian'er, I don't want to ......" His eyes were red, and he suddenly put down the bowl in his hand and looked at Meng Po expectantly:

"You're a god, there must be a way to help me, right? I'm going to wait for Lian'er to come, I still have something to say to her......"

Meng Po smiled lightly:

"Although I am a god, I cannot control life and death. If you really want to see her, jump into this Lethe River, and when she comes to this Yellow Spring, you will be able to see her. A trace of joy crossed the middle-aged man's eyes, and as soon as he wanted to speak, he heard Meng Po say lightly:

"But before that, you have to wait thousands of years, soak in this river full of worms and snakes every day, and endure the torment of your soul being tormented, are you willing?"

The middle-aged man was silent, and for a long time, he trembled and picked up Meng Po soup, and muttered:

"Lian'er, I'...... I'm sorry for you......" As soon as the words fell, he drank the soup from the edge of the bowl.

"Let's go." Meng Po said softly. The man turned around in a daze, and Mu Ningjiu saw a tear in the corner of his eye that had not dried up, falling down his face to the ground, and a sense of sadness appeared in his heart for no reason.

Everyone in the world says that going to hell is the most bitter, but as everyone knows, when all the past events and the love of this life disappear with this bowl of Meng Po soup, it is the most bitter.

Shang Jin saw that Mu Ningjiu was a little stunned, raised his hand and waved it in front of her, and said:

"We've got three hours left, and we've got to hurry." Mu Ningjiu came back to his senses, nodded and said softly:

"Let's go."

The two avoided the ghosts and walked to the center of the top bridge, Mu Ningjiu opened the soul box, Shang Jin quickly took off the lampshade, the soul fire trembled slightly, and a wisp of it instantly entered the brown box, and the light on the entire bridge suddenly dimmed, and the ghost who was slowly moving forward at the head of the bridge paused, looked up blankly and stopped.

"Let's go!" Shang Jin shouted in a low voice,

"They'll find out soon."

Suddenly, the tag tied to Mu Ningjiu's wrist dimmed, and fell to the ground with a "snap", Meng Po, who was serving soup at the bridgehead, caught a glimpse of Mu Ningjiu's back in appearance, frowned and said coldly:

"Someone! Arrest this little ghost who steals soul fire for me, send it to the Hades Palace, and wait for it to be released! Her hands condensed into a cluster of light in front of her chest, and as soon as her sleeve robe was raised, the light seemed to grow eyes, and flew quickly towards the lamp containing the soul fire at the head of the bridge, merging with it.

The light was much brighter, not as bright as before, but it was enough for the soul to see the road ahead.

When Shang Jin and Mu Ningjiu were halfway through the run, dozens of ghosts surrounded the two. Mu Ningjiu poked Shang Jin's waist with her elbow, and her eyes signaled. The latter drew his sword in a knowing sense and slashed at the nearest onicha.

The sound of the intersection of "sonorous" weapons sounded, and Meng Po frowned and watched the Yin soldiers retreat from the air, and said to herself:

"How could Luo Yan lend something to ......" Before the words fell, Mu Ningjiu suddenly turned around, and after Meng Po saw her face, her pupils shrank, and her hand holding the jade bowl trembled slightly:

"It's you...... You're back. She got up suddenly, made a gesture to the Yin soldier, and said lightly:

"Stand down, I have something to ask them."

"My lord, but this ......"

"Don't worry, after asking, I will send someone to send them to the Hades Palace." Although the ghost was not at ease, he was still forced by Meng Po's prestige in the underworld and slowly retreated.

Her eyes were firmly fixed on Mu Ningjiu, although she was a young woman, but there was a ghostly aura of the Lechuan River in her eyes, which made people feel a little frightened for no reason. Tension is on the verge of blowing.

Just when the two of them thought that she would not speak again, she put down the silver spoon in her hand, walked up to them, raised her eyebrows, and said:

"What? Was I born too ugly or what? The...... Childe, you don't want to show your true face to let me take a look? ”

What a vicious eye. Shang Jin was shocked and reluctantly took down the tag. When Meng Po saw it, a trance flashed in her eyes, her eyes kept lingering between the two, and then she sighed and said thoughtlessly:

"What a match...... I don't know, this life is the first reincarnation. ”

Mu Ningjiu blinked inexplicably, Meng Po saw it, coughed, and resumed her calm and bold voice:

"Two living souls who were supposed to stay in the world stole the soul fire without permission, and almost caused chaos in the underworld, are you guilty?"

Shang Jin bowed and said sincerely:

"It's our fault, but we're risking our lives to come here for the benefit of both sides." Meng Po raised her eyebrows:

"Oh? Why? ”

"My lord, don't you know, there has been a serial killer in the world recently, who has mutilated the lives of innocent people one after another, and the people in his group have sacrificed the souls of the dead to the devil." Mu Ningjiu caught a glimpse of a trace of hesitation flashing in Meng Po's eyes, and then said:

"Maybe there has been something abnormal in this place recently?" Meng Po thought for a long time, put her hands on her chest and silently recited something, Shang Jin and Mu Ningjiu watched her split into two, one was standing in front of the wooden barrel to hand the soup to the deceased, and the other was already standing in front of the two. A hint of complexity flashed in her eyes, and she said slowly:

"You ...... Come with me. ”

Walking through the lookout platform, I saw a group of ghosts walking from the chain bridge in the distance, and the leader was still black and white. When they met Shang Jin Mu Ningjiu, a look of surprise flashed in their eyes, and then they caught a glimpse of Meng Po behind them, and bowed slightly, Meng Po hooked her lips and nodded slightly.

"Don't look back." Xie Bi'an said lightly, and the ghosts shrank for a moment, suppressed the curiosity in their hearts, and walked straight forward with their necks in their hands.

"Wait!" A crisp young man sounded, and the black and white impermanence in front of him stopped, and saw Mo Guan, who was walking at the end, turn around and stare at Meng Po's back, and said:

"This ...... Give...... Auntie. Mu Ningjiu and Shang Jin raised their eyebrows and looked at him inexplicably.

Meng Po's eyes trembled when she was stopped, and her inner feelings quickly disappeared into the boundless black. Immediately, she reverted to her distant and gentle appearance, and turned:

"This little master, is there anything wrong with you?"

The moment Mo Jian saw Meng Po, his mind went blank: the portrait he was looking at in the noodle shop that day was the same as the person in front of him...... His pupils dilated, and Shang Jin's words suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Love is that when you see her, you can't help but want to ...... Kiss her. ”

He was a ghost, and he had no heartbeat for a long time, but at this time, he felt that something was overflowing in his heart, and he was about to call out. He wiped the sweat from his palms, glanced at Meng Po secretly, and muttered:

"I ...... I like ......" His voice was as soft as a mosquito, and the last word "you" had completely disappeared with his head.

Meng Po frowned and asked:

"What did you say?"

Seeing this, Fan Wuyu said impatiently:

"It's you imp again! What is the grinding and chirping, you have to delay the time of reincarnation, right? Frightened by him like this, Mo Jian trembled even more and couldn't say a complete sentence.

Just when everyone thought he was no longer talking, he suddenly raised his head, and his dark and shining eyes stared directly at Meng Po, who raised his eyebrows for unknown reasons, and before he could react, a soft object covered her lips.

Mu Ning Jiu Shang Jin and Hei Bai Wuchang gasped violently, and their eyes were so shocked that they almost fell out of their sockets.

They had been in this underworld for thousands of years, and they had never seen such a bold ghost. Black and white impermanence.

Could it be that his previous agitation method worked? But who would have thought that he liked Meng Po? Shang Jin stroked his forehead.

It's over...... This kid looked cringe, he didn't expect to be so reckless and impulsive, Meng Po shouldn't ...... Mu Ningjiu secretly thought.