Although Meng Po said that she didn't know, Xie Zhen knew that things were definitely not that simple. But people don't seem to want to say it, and he can't be reluctant.

A few days ago, I was idle and bored, listening to the chatting of the eternal souls in the underworld, they said when discussing Meng Po, she used to be a god in the sky, and then because she could not be loved, she fell into a ghost, afraid of being recognized by the former immortals, masked her face, and became Meng Po......

Other Chang Soul interjected that she was once the princess of the Emperor of Heaven, but she fell in love with other women after marrying her, and she killed the horse and the woman in a fit of rage, jumped into the underworld, masked her face, and became Meng Po......

Even if he knew that the gossip of these constant souls was not credible, Xie Zhen remembered the look on his face when Meng Po heard the name Su Yutang, in case it was true, and the man happened to be ...... Forget it, it's better not to ask, anyway, this person has nothing to do with him.

"Oops."

Xie Zhen was boredly fiddling with the Luo hosta in his hand, but he heard Meng Po on the side suddenly exclaim.

"What's wrong?" He hurriedly inserted the hosta into his hair, walked over and wondered.

Meng Po stared at the last soup bowl on the table, looked strange, and said, "There is still one bowl left." ”

Xie Zhen's eyes lit up slightly, and he said busily: "Really? Then can I give this bowl to ......?"

"Don't think!"

“……”

Although Meng Po refused sharply, her expression became more and more solemn, and said: "Every day, this Meng Po soup is made according to the number of ghosts provided by the Xuan Palace, and now there is an extra bowl here, there must be another ghost who has not yet come." ”

Xuandian is the place where the officials of the prefecture work and rest.

After thinking about it, Meng Po said again: "However, the bridge has an enchantment, and ordinary ghosts should not be able to get out." ”

Xie Zhen turned his head and glanced at the bridge that was already empty not far away, extremely long and wide, and there was no end in sight.

"Even if it's an unusual ghost, the bull head and horse face shouldn't be missed......

Knowing that the situation was serious, Xie Zhen was no longer obsessed with wanting to drink Meng Po soup, and said, "Why don't you ask them?" ”

"Okay."

But if you ask, it's better not to ask.

When he heard Niu Tou Ma Mian say that all the ghosts had rushed to the bridge, Xie Zhen's face couldn't help but sink.

After thinking for a moment, as if remembering something, he hesitated, "That kid, are you back?" ”

Meng Po immediately reacted to who the child he was referring to, and instantly moved her gaze to Chang Soul on the side, and asked, "Little San?" ”

Seeing this, Xiao San hurriedly shook his head, but because he shook it too hard, his eyes were shaken down, and he hurriedly lay on the ground to pick it up.

It looks ridiculous, but in this state, no one can laugh.

Meng Po narrowed her eyes slightly, the hooked tails of her eyes were extremely beautiful, and she said softly: "It's too bad." ”

"......" Xie Zhen was silent, and he only felt guilty in his heart.

He should have found the child and then went to the Yan Mansion, and he knew that the child was definitely not the son of an ordinary peasant, but he forgot to tell Meng Po.

"I'll go find him." Xie Zhen said in a deep voice.

Meng Po glanced at him and said, "Okay, now it's the only way to go." In case he comes back on his own, I'm waiting for him here. ”

"Yes."

But after flying away from the Nai He Bridge, Xie Zhen began to be confused again.

With such a huge underworld, the Yan Mansion is simply a drop in the ocean compared to it. This time, I really don't know where to start.

No, it's all about luck every time.

However, just as Xie Zhen was looking around in the underworld like a headless fly, an extremely ethereal sound suddenly came from his ears, fleeting, and the speed was so fast that it was impossible to distinguish the timbre.

"He's by the Lethe."

Who?! Xie Zhen was startled, his scalp was numb, and he immediately stopped.

Looking around, there was nothing in the gray sky and the vast earth, and there was no one but him.

"Who are you?!" Xie Zhen shouted. The voice swung far away, and then came back, but still no one responded.

That's definitely not an illusion. Xie Zhen heard it very clearly, it was someone who transmitted the voice, and the timbre also changed.

But in the days after the leaves were opened, except for Meng Po, he never heard from anyone else. In general, the transmission between first-time transmitters must be within 100 meters to be effective.

Not to mention a hundred meters, there is not even a superfluous ghost within a kilometer except for Xie Zhen.

Isn't the other party's cultivation higher than him? So invisible, he can't find out?

But no matter what, Xie Zhen can be sure of one thing. The messenger didn't want to show his true face, but he wasn't hostile.

By the Lethe River......

Is that the little ghost you are talking about?

Anyway, I don't know where to look now, and it just so happens that I haven't been there yet, so it's better to go and see.