"Ahem, that... Excuse me, I can... Do you drink Meng Po soup? ”

"Are you dreaming?"

“…… Yes? Still is... No? ”

"You're dreaming."

——

However, on the bridge, it was bustling, and the ghosts pushed each other, and it was a mess, and I couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"Alas, alas!! Line up! Line up! ”

"Fuck me? Whose kid is that?! ”

"What the are you...... Damn! Big brother, where is your head? ”

"Head? Holding it in your hands...... Alas, alas? Your hand! Hand! Caught in my eyeballs! ”

"Wow?! Whose eyeballs are this?! ”

“……”

Because the scene was too chaotic and the ghosts screamed one after another, none of the ghosts caught the initiator of the chaos of this neat procession.

Not far away, in an elegant pavilion with flying eaves, a woman dressed in purple stood behind, her hands clasped her arms, her face covered with light purple tulle, frowning, but her voice was terrifyingly hoarse. "What's going on? What's the noise? Aren't those ghosts going to heaven? ”

The man in Tsing Yi, who was staring closely at the soup bowl on the table, looked away, raised his eyes, and said, "It seems that someone has messed up the team?" ”

When the woman heard this, she looked fixedly, and sure enough, she saw a small black shadow scurrying among the ghosts, and blurted out, "! What is it? Check it out! ”

"......" The man in Tsing Yi looked at the soup bowl on the table, sighed and turned around, and said, "Hmm." ”

Nai Ho Bridge.

...... "What about the mother?" Where's Daddy? Where is this?! The figure that was just as tall as the bridge pier was still running, looking from afar, like a reckless but cunning black cat.

"Oops! My head! Who knocked my head off! My head rolls! ”

"Damn? Whose head crushed Lao Tzu's tail?! ”

"Alas, alas! Look! It's this stinky little ghost again! Are you still running? Believe it or not, I'll take it and whip you in the tail? ”

"Fuck me? Do you say that again? Whose tail are you going to take? ”

"Fuck me?? Brother, are you stringing the wrong words? ”

“……”

Over here... Is it hell? The little figure seemed to have finally realized that no matter how much he ran, he couldn't run out, so he slowly stopped and looked at the ghosts crying wolf around him in a daze.

Obviously, he was still fishing in the river near his home, planning to help his father and mother improve their food tonight, why did he arrive at this ghost place in a blink of an eye?

"Is it a nightmare, or... I'm dead? ”

"Well, I'm sorry, it's you who died." A voice suddenly interjected coldly, but the tone was much milder than that of the ghosts who had spoken foul words just now, as if two pieces of high-grade warm jade had collided out.

"Who?!" The imp immediately looked at the source of the sound alertly, and his hand subconsciously raised it tightly, not knowing whether to attack or defend.

On the pier in front of him, there was a young man dressed in a blue robe. On top of the plain robe, there are large pale flowers blooming. The long body is jade, the face is very handsome, the long ink-colored hair is half tied, and the jade hairpin seems to be inserted casually, but it makes the face whiter and fairer.

His gaze is also very gentle, and there should be no hostility. The imp let go of his shoulders and lowered his hand.

The man in green clothes was a little surprised, squatted down to look at him, and said with a smile: "You are a disciple of the sword family?" ”

looks like he is only seven or eight years old, but he has such a high sense of vigilance, and he doesn't look like an ordinary child.

The little ghost shook his head and said, "No, my father and mother are farmers." ”

"Oh, then why are you so reckless on this Nai Ho Bridge...... Well, run? ”

"What a bridge?!" The little ghost's eyes widened, as if he had just remembered the fact that he had died, and his already pale face turned even paler.

Seeing this, the man in Tsing Yi hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and said, "Ahem, Nai He Qiao...... That's good! You can also drink Meng Po soup......"

The little ghost was not calm: "I'm dead...... Am I really dead?! So... This is the underworld? But, but...... What to do? I can't just die, my dad... My mom and dad are still at home waiting for me to go fishing! They're still waiting for me! I can't just die! ”

"......" Seeing that the little ghost was about to start to get out of control again, the man in Tsing Yi sighed lightly, and was about to open his mouth to comfort, when suddenly there was a hoarse roar in his ears, and the cochlea rang instantly. Thanks! Are you playing ghosts? Haven't taken care of it yet? Meng Po soup is going to be cold! ”

Xie Zhen was so shocked by this roar that his brows jumped suddenly, pinched his fingers, and said, "Uh...... That, Meng Po soup... Isn't it just cold? ”

There was a sudden silence on the other side, and after a while, the hoarse voice grew even rougher. "! I said it's going to be cold, it's going to be cold! Hurry up and rearrange the group of ghosts who are going to heaven and retire from the army! ”

"Yes......"

But as soon as he cut off the transmission with Meng Po, Xie Zhen discovered another bad thing.

That little ghost... It's gone?!