So at the instigation of a poor god who was hungry for insects, Wang Mou and the others cut into a line with a shy face and came to Meng Po's side.

"Meng Po, come to a bowl of Meng Po soup, put more chili peppers, less vinegar, and no coriander. The poor god said with a smile.

"Okay, eh, what's up with you! Fuck off, don't bother me with my business. Meng Po was originally about to scoop Meng Po soup for the poor god with his head down, but when he looked up and saw that the customer was a poor god, he directly put down the bowl in his hand and shouted loudly to let the poor god go.

"Don't be Mrs. Meng, no matter how we say it, we are colleagues, look down and don't look up, give a face, give a bowl." The poor god did not have the slightest consciousness of the staff in the ground clothes, and licked his face and said to Meng Po.

"Fuck off, don't you see this sign?" Meng Po shook the big spoon in her hand and pointed to the sign hanging on the side of the Nai He Bridge.

I saw that this sign, which looked obviously a certain number of years, read, "The ghosts are free, the rest of the people collect money, and the poor gods and dogs are not allowed to enter." ”

Wang Mou and the others can know how poor the poor god clan is by looking at this brand, this is worthy of being a poor god, and they don't even have money for a bowl of soup.

But the poor god is estimated to be a frequent visitor to eat and drink here, reaching out and picking up a bowl, scooping up a bowl of Meng Po soup and running away with the momentum of covering his ears and stealing the bell with lightning speed, shouting while running.

"Meng Po, thank you, we poor gods will always remember you. ”

Meng Po looked at the poor god who was holding the bowl and licking it at the same time, and couldn't help but sigh and glanced at Wang Mou and the others.

"Which of you pays?"

"Eh......" Wang Mou and the others were slightly embarrassed, and they all turned their eyes to the face of the Tiansha Lone Star, who was also very cooperative, and reached out and took out a dark coin from his arms.

"Ten. ”

"Okay!" Don't look at what Tiansha Lone Star said, it was very simple, but Meng Po was able to grasp the essentials very well, and it seemed that this Tiansha Lone Star was also a frequent visitor.

I saw Meng Po's hand rise and fall, and in a blink of an eye, nine bowls of Meng Po soup were served on the table.

"This, senior, is it okay for us to drink?" Jia Nanxun looked at this Meng Po soup that looked delicious, but it was not a good thing in any folk tale, and asked Tiansha Lone Star with some hesitation.

"Boy, drink it with confidence, look at you like this, you should be people on the ground, this Meng Po soup is only effective for ghosts, and normal people are sleepy at most if they drink it. ”

Hearing Meng Po say this, Wang Mou and the others were relieved, and everyone picked up the Meng Po soup in front of them.

But don't say it, although the name of this Meng Po soup is not very good, but the taste is indeed very good, not to mention the extreme deliciousness, every bit of spiritual power in the body seems to be cheering after drinking it.

"Cool, Meng Po senior, with your craft, if you go to the ground to open a restaurant, it will definitely be hot, senior, do you have any tricks here?" Jia Nanxun couldn't help but praise Meng Po's craftsmanship after drinking this bowl of soup.

Meng Po smiled and said proudly: "Without him, only the hand is familiar." ”

At this time, there was a sudden loud noise on the side of the bridge, and Wang Mou and the others felt a little curious, so they looked at the side of the bridge.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, Wang Mou immediately discovered that the source of this loud sound turned out to be the poor god, and looked at the bowl in his hand, it was the poor god who brought them here.

"I'll go!Why did the poor god's predecessor fall, did you go down to save people!" Jia Nanxun watched the poor god fall down Lechuan, and hurriedly shouted, after all, the poor god is the main NPC of their dungeon dungeon, so if something happens, how can he and others live this dungeon.

"Don't panic, someone will come later. Meng Po waved her hand, her indifferent look seemed to be no longer strange to such a thing, "I hope this poor god guy won't get rid of my bowl, otherwise the old lady will have to lift his heavenly spirit cover." ”

Before Wang Mou and others could complain about Meng Po's words, the people who came to the rescue had already appeared.

I saw that on the Lechuan River, a small boat was coming in the wind and waves, and there was a fisherman on the boat, who looked extremely imposing, holding a harpoon, wearing a straw hat on his head, and his eyes were full of determination.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll come!" the fisherman stood still, looked at the poor god who was struggling in the water, and went up to cast a fishing net.

The poor god saw this life-saving straw, hurriedly grabbed it, and leaned against the fishing net to pant heavily.

"This brother, hurry up, it's not good to stay in this Lechuan Lake for a long time. The fisherman hurriedly shouted to the poor god.

As a senior staff member of the old prefecture, the poor god naturally knew that staying in the water of Lechuan Lake for a long time would cause some damage to his body, so he hurriedly climbed onto the fishing net with his hands and feet, and leaned against the cabin to pant for breath.

"Thank you...... Brothers...... Great Kindness...... I'll never forget ......"

The fisherman smiled slightly, and said very amiably: "This brother, this is the right thing to help each other, but you also know that the prices in this underworld can grow quickly, so you ......"

The fisherman rubbed his fingers and looked at the poor god with a smile.

The poor god looked a little embarrassed, and said with some hesitation: "This brother, do you see me familiar?"

"I'm sorry, but I really don't see who you are, and dare to ask your name?" asked the fisherman, looking the poor god up and down, not remembering in the slightest that he had seen such a man.

"This, I'm the Poor God No. 213, you look at my name, so you should understand. The poor god smiled, and his own meaning had been fully expressed.

"Oh, I see. The fisherman looked at the poor god with an extremely "kind" look in his eyes.

As a result, Wang Mou and others saw the next extremely dramatic scene.

I saw that the poor god was forced by the fisherman to stand on the side of the boat with a fork, and said with a smile on his face: "This brother, do you want to eat knife-cut noodles or wontons?"

The poor god was full of embarrassment, and said tremblingly: "That, how to talk about knife noodles, and what about wontons?"

"Haven't you seen the Water Margin? The knife cutting noodles is that I stab you a few times, and then you go down, the wontons will be more convenient, you just stand here, and I will kick you down." The fisherman's "kind" face made the poor god shudder to look at it.

"That, this brother, no matter how I say this, I'm also a staff member of the underworld, okay to give face, besides, we are all people from the underworld, we can't die anyway, in this Lethe River, we can only delay it for two days at most, why do you bother." ”

"You care about me, I'm happy to buy a thousand dollars, jump down quickly, I don't accept people without money on this boat. Besides, don't talk to me about the staff of the underworld, who is not a subsurface worker anymore, Lao Tzu is still a ferryman who is appointed by the will of the underworld! Hurry up and go down, don't force me to do it!"

As soon as the poor god heard the ferryman's clan, he hurriedly shouted: "Brother, don't worry, I'm here, I'm here to find your ferryman's clan, you tell me to send it to the shore, and I'll introduce you to a few people." ”

"Oh?" asked the fisherman, who called himself a ferryman, looking at the poor god like this, with some confusion.

"Yes, yes, it's tolerance, look at it, you don't sell me face, you also sell face to adults. The poor god nodded as if grasping at a life-saving straw and said.

"What's the matter! Can you not pay for the tolerance? Can you take my boat for nothing! Hurry down! Don't force me to do it myself!" the fisherman held a steel fork in his hand, which was directly pressed against the poor god's chest.

The poor god trembled and said, "Is there no room for accommodation?"

"Yes, give money, not too much, two hundred coins are enough!" the fisherman gritted his teeth, it was not a concession.

When the poor god heard about the two hundred dark coins, he jumped into the water of this Lethe River very simply, without any mud and water.

"......" Wang Mou and the others were speechless for a while, looking at the poor god's such a beautiful movement into the water, and jumping into the water so decisively, Wang Mou and the others knew how skilled this poor god was in such a situation.

"Let's go!" Tiansha Lone Star waved his hand and led Wang Mou and the others down the Nai He Bridge, and as soon as they got off the Nai He Bridge, Wang Mou and the others saw the poor god standing on the side of the Lethe River trembling, and the fisherman who was on his toes on the side.

"This brother, Ahh

The poor god sneezed again and again, and said, it seems that he is not lightly frozen in the water.

The fisherman looked at Wang Mou and the others, and asked with some confusion: "You are the garbage collectors who came down in this batch?"

Wang Mou and the others felt a little embarrassed when they heard the name of this "garbage collector", and they had to say how this name sounded and how to pull their hips.

"We're the ones, eh, the garbage collectors. Jia Nanxun could only admit it at this time, and at this time, Wang Mou was speechless because he was afraid of the ghost syndrome, so the spokesman at this time could only be replaced by Jia Nanxun.

"Okay, it looks like you kid haven't lied to me yet, so you don't have to swim around in the water anymore. He said coldly to the poor god who was shivering on the side.

When the poor god heard this, he hurriedly thanked: "Thank you to this brother, Ah Na, No, Ah Na, this eldest brother, Ah Na, for not killing." ”

After speaking, the poor god turned around and said a few words to Wang Mou and the others.

"Boy, sneeze, you guys next, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze. I left, Ah Sneeze, this ferryman is in the same vein, Ah Sneeze, there are rules, Ah Sneeze, people from the underworld are not allowed, Ah Sneeze, enter. ”

Wang Mou and the others finally listened to the poor god's advice to themselves and others with difficulty in this sneezing one after another.

"So Senior Poor God, how can we contact you again after we verify our identity?" Jia Nanxun stepped forward and asked, after all, this poor god will still be used in the future, so we can't just let this NPC go offline.

"This, Ah Sneeze, live, Ah Sneeze, I can't take it anymore, Ah Sneeze, I'll leave the rest to you, Ah Sneeze, this Heavenly Evil Lone Star, Ah Sneeze, brother, Ah Sneeze, he will be, Ah Sneeze, Meng Po's booth, Ah Sneeze, there is waiting for you, Ah Sneeze. ”

Tiansha Lone Star nodded very much in cooperation with what the poor god said, and with the next connector, Wang Mou and the others were relieved.

"So what do we need to do next?" Jia Nanxun asked the ferryman.

The ferryman glanced at Wang Mou and the others and snorted coldly.

"Come with me, I have a hunch, among you people, there is a good chance that there will be descendants of that bastard, you have to be careful!"

Hearing this, Wang Mou and the others couldn't help but shudder, wouldn't it be so coincidental, he and the others were so lucky, and they won the lottery?

But at this time, the poor god said in a timely manner: "Don't worry, Ah Sneeze, who are they to, Ah Sneeze, it's all like this, Ah Sneeze, it's all said." ”

"......" Wang Mou and the others were embarrassed for a while, and in the end, this turned out to be an automatic reply, and they were still so worried about these people.

The fisherman was also embarrassed after being exposed, and looked at the poor god and said very kindly, "Do you want to swim again?"

(To be continued)