"Tut-tut, losing the ghost order is already a big crime, and now you have got rid of the ghosts in custody, which is an added crime. Meng Po looked like she was watching a good show.

The ghost knew that there was a big trouble in the stall, and he couldn't help but be frightened, and his heart was still standing there just now, why did a gust of wind disappear.

"Otherwise, if you take a sip of the old body's Meng Po soup, maybe the old body will be kind and help you find the cow head and horse noodles. Meng Po squinted her eyes and said.

The ghost cha shuddered, looking at the black Meng Po soup, and couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Legend has it that this Meng Po soup is the most frightening thing in the underworld, although it has been repeatedly improved by Meng Po, but the ten halls of Yama do not dare to try it easily.

Last time, there was a ghost who was not afraid of death and secretly drank a bowl, but he even forgot his identity as a ghost, and then ran to the side of the Nai He Bridge and let a large group of soul eaters swallow it alive!

"Don't worry, the old woman won't hurt you. Today's portions are lightened. Meng Po persuaded again and again, thinking that this month's target has not been completed, and there is still half a bucket left, which is really worrying.

"Meng Po, are you true?" The ghost showed a happy face, Meng Po nodded, and said, "The old woman is old, will she still pit you?"

The ghost glanced at the black bucket with the daunting Meng Po soup dangling on it, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Oh, what a coward. Forget it, anyway, if the king of Yama finds out, you will have to come over and drink the old woman's bowl of Meng Po soup sooner or later. ”

Meng Po said as she carefully covered it with a shabby wooden cover, yawned, stretched, and prepared to go back to rest.

"Don't don't, Master Meng Po, can't I drink it?" the corners of the ghost's mouth twitched, and he mustered up the courage to fill a full bowl.

"Hehe, don't rush, drink slowly. There's a big vat here. Meng Po smiled happily.

The ghost cha rolled his eyes, and said in his heart that when the bull head and horse noodles came over, Lao Tzu would not drink your soup.

It's just that this Meng Po soup tastes weird, there is a dead smell?

The ghost frowned, and suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something at the bottom of the bowl, and involuntarily fiddled with it, and found that it was actually a sock!

"This ......" The ghost cha turned pale and looked at Meng Po with a shocked expression.

Meng Po: "???"

"Master Meng, can you explain why there is a sock in this soup bowl for no reason?" asked with a calm face.

"Maybe the old woman accidentally threw it down, right?" Meng Po was also curious in her heart, how could she throw her socks into Meng Po soup?

It's impossible, it's not possible.....

Meng Po took a deep breath, and her face changed slightly.

Well, it should be...... I'm getting older.

The ghost looked at Meng Po suspiciously, and he felt that this matter was not simple.

Because...... He only has one sock in his bowl!

According to ordinary people's thinking, there is a pair of socks!

So, almost without saying a word, the ghost snatched the slender spoon and pounded it around the bucket.

"Do you don't trust the old woman? The old man said that he was careless!" Meng Po's face was displeased, and she looked at the ghost and made a circle, but she didn't get anything, Meng Po couldn't help but smile.

"What's the matter, didn't you find it? My wife said ......."

Meng Po was just halfway through speaking, but like a duck pinched by the throat, her old face turned red.

I saw the ghost holding up the soup spoon high, and at the bottom of the soup spoon, another sock was lying quietly!

"Meng Po, are you going too far?"

"Accident, definitely accident!" Meng Po grinned, quickly pulled away the sock, and muttered: "It must be some turtle king bastard who secretly threw it here and framed the old woman." ”

Meng Po had just moved the socks a little, and the peripheral vision of her eyes suddenly found that there were other things under the socks, so she hurriedly put the socks back back quietly.

"Ma Dan, how can that black thing look so familiar?" Meng Po was puzzled for a while, and suddenly her face changed, and she took a closer look at the ghost in front of her.

In other words, doesn't this ghost often have a gecko lying on his stomach, saying that the gecko symbolizes shelter and can keep it safe?

How..... Missing today?

"I think the weather is clear, so let's go out for a walk. Meng Po forcibly comforted herself, took a deep breath, and said with a slight smile: "This soup spoon is still for the old woman, I will shake you now." ”

The ghost glanced at Meng Po in confusion, and naturally gave the soup spoon back to Meng Po.

Meng Po took the soup spoon with one hand, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and said in her heart: "I hope that there is no soup spoon in the underworld, gecko, you go all the way, don't look for the old woman in the middle of the night." ”

At this time, the bull head stumbled from a distance, and when he saw Meng Po and Guicha holding a soup spoon, his face changed greatly.

"Meng Po, are you drinking Meng Po soup again?" said Niu Tou's eyes widened.

"No, no, how can the old body pit his own people. Meng Po hurriedly explained.

Niu Tou grabbed the soup spoon without saying anything, and said with a righteous face: "Brother, I see that you are fresh, and you should have just come to the underworld to report for duty." You can't drink this Meng Po soup casually, do you know ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, the spoon's sock slipped down the spoon and fell to the ground with a thud.

Bull Head: "......"

Meng Po: "......"

Onicha: "......"

"This is ......" Niu Tou gasped and looked at Meng Po in shock.

, when did Meng Po Tang upgrade the recipe, and even added socks?

Meng Po coughed twice and said in a loud voice: "This, the old woman can explain." This is a beautiful misunderstanding. ”

Misunderstand you big-headed ghost, when you cook and eat by yourself, do you throw your socks into the rice bucket?

You clearly have ulterior motives, no wonder you invite us to the soup so enthusiastically every day!

Phew, shameless!

Niu Tou looked disdainful, and at this time, Onicha's face changed drastically, and he looked at the ground in shock.

"Brother, don't care about this old woman, don't drink her soup in the future!" the bull head comforted, but when he saw the ghost trembling and holding a thumb-thick gecko from the ground, the bull's head couldn't help but churn in his stomach.

, it turns out that socks are just appetizers, and this gecko is really deadly.

Moreover, this gecko is only half cut!

Looking at the gecko whose lower body had been melted by the soup, the corners of the bull's mouth twitched, and he looked at Meng Po dumbfounded.

And Meng Po covered her eyes and said helplessly: "Don't ask the old body, the old body doesn't know anything." ”

"My little tiger, you died so miserably!" the ghost cha knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, crying and vomiting at the same time.

Bull Head: "......"

"Brother, don't be sad. The bull head tried to comfort: "Or, you think about it from a different angle." If you drink it into your stomach, then aren't you blood thicker than water, and you have become a family, and you will be together forever and ever?"

Hearing the bull's rhetoric, the ghost finally stopped crying.

"However, if we are constipated, does it mean that our family members are not willing to run away from home and sleep in the open?"

Ma Mian didn't know when he came back, and when he heard the unique insights of Brother Niu Tou, he shamelessly raised his own questions.

Bull Head: "......"

Meng Po: "......"

Onicha: "......"

This time, the ghost cried even more sadly!