Meng Po panicked in her heart, could this Nanchen dream of the future? How could this be?

Tianxiao smiled again: "Oh, I just said it casually." Nanchen didn't know about that sword at all, it was a coincidence. ”

Meng Po nodded, thinking to herself: Since Nanchen is a disciple of Elder Changyuan, she must have very spiritual power, what if she really relies on spiritual power to foresee the future?

The time has arrived, and the guide who is dressed in black, tall and with a serious face, has brought the undead to the ghost gate.

Most of the undead walked through the Huangquan Road crying, but the bridge, probably because of the reluctance to the world, and some of them had relieved expressions, which must be the liberation of the world itself.

Most of them are old people, even if they lack arms and legs before they die, even if they can't even lift their hands before they breathe, when they reach the underworld, they are all walking like flying. Even before swallowing his breath, people who have broken tendons and bones, whose flesh and blood are blurred, and whose blood is pouring like a stream, do not feel a trace of pain.

There are only feelings left, which are reluctant, unwilling, and disdainful.

The undead lined up in a long line, came down from the Nai He Bridge, and came to the Meng Po Pavilion.

In front of the Meng Po Pavilion, there is a half-human-high cylindrical black pot, which contains Meng Po soup made by Meng Po with the water of the Lechuan River, like clear water. After drinking this Meng Po soup, you can forget all the people, things, and feelings in your previous life. If you choose not to drink it and do not want to forget, you will have to erase his name from the reincarnation book, jump into the Lethe River, and wait for a thousand years of torture and suffering.

The first was a girl who looked no more than twenty years old, with a thin body and a slender waist, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

The girl was pale, and the blue handkerchief in her hand was to her mouth, and she did not take it off for a long time.

Tianxiao handed her a bowl of Meng Po soup to her, and the girl frowned and whispered, "This ...... What is this?"

When Meng Po saw it, she knew that this girl was going to grind here for a while, so she leaned against the pillar on the side and waited to see.

Tianxiao explained to her: "This is Meng Po soup, which is cooked by this beautiful mother-in-law next to me." After drinking it, you can forget everything in your previous life before you can be reincarnated. ”

The girl coughed lightly, and quickly covered her bloodless mouth with a handkerchief.

She looked up, tears in her eyes, and said in a voice, "Forget everything?"

Tianxiao nodded.

The girl thought for a moment, sighed, and said, "That's it." ”

She took the bowl of Meng Po soup in Tianxiao's hand, looked at the bowl of clear water in the bowl, and drank it in a big gulp.

This Meng Po soup has no taste at all.

Tianxiao took the bowl in her hand, and with a wave of her hand, the bowl disappeared, and with another wave, a new bowl was placed on the table.

Meng Po said: "Next." ”

The girl turned around and glanced deeply at the ghost gate, as if she was waiting for someone.

However, of course, that person did not appear.

The girl was taken to the judge's mansion by the guide, and the next middle-aged man walked over with an indifferent face.

Tianxiao glanced at him, his ordinary appearance was wet, and even the tips of his hair were still dripping.

Meng Po put Meng Po soup in the bowl on the table, and Tianxiao picked up the bowl and handed it to the man.

The man took Meng Po soup and sighed: "Saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter." You said yes, little brother, right?"

Tianxiao was stunned for a moment, and then thought to himself, did this middle-aged man die because he went to save someone who fell into the water?

Tianxiao: "Hmm!"

Tianxiao nodded sincerely, and then looked at the man's gaze, which also carried admiration.

The man smiled, drank the Meng Po soup, and then walked to the judge's mansion.

Tianxiao watched the man go away, Meng Po coughed, and Tianxiao came back to his senses.

Meng Po said: "Hurry up, hurry up, the next one." ”

This one was an old man dressed in tatters and with a dirty face, holding a wooden stick that was a head taller than him and thick at the wrist, his white hair was dyed with dried loess, and his hair was mixed with a few sticks of hay.

Seeing him grinning, limping forward. Tianxiao hurriedly handed over Meng Po soup, saving him two more steps.

The old man took Meng Po soup, nodded vigorously at Tianxiao, and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." ”

Tianxiao shook his head.

The old man looked at the Meng Po soup in his hand and sighed: "I have asked for half a lifetime of food, and I will only give a bowl of tea to drink...... Alas......"

Tianxiao confirmed the guess in his heart, he was a beggar when he was alive.

The elderly man drank Meng Po soup in a few sips, and he still chirped and wanted to taste it. As a result, it took a long time to react, and this Meng Po soup has no taste at all.

He was a little angry and said, "Alas...... Or cold water. ”

With that, he limped to the judge's mansion with a long stick.

Meng Po frowned and said angrily: "Drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup is still so grinding, there are so many queues in the back, everyone says a few words, I will stand here until tomorrow morning again!"

Tianxiao finally knew why Meng Po had a bad attitude towards these undead. It seems that Meng Po has encountered too many "chatterbox" undead, and she has been asking and asking, and the delay is too long, and Meng Po is impatient.

Tianxiao said: "Don't worry, mother-in-law, you will go to rest after a while, and I will help you send these undead." ”

When Meng Po heard him say this, she felt a lot more relieved.

The undead in front of them may have heard Meng Po's complaints, and they didn't dare to have any thoughts in their hearts. When it's time to be yourself, you don't say a word, take the Meng Po soup and drink it, and leave after drinking.

Meng Po looked at a young man who was running and jumping into the judge's mansion with appreciative eyes, and said, "You said that you want to be like these people, isn't it much faster?"

Tianxiao smiled and said, "Yes, yes, it's not the first time for them to come here, there must be something they want to ask." Mother-in-law, you can also understand them, after all, after drinking your Meng Po soup, they don't remember anything. ”

Meng Po nodded with relief and said, "Okay, then I'll take out more patience to write." ”

The next one was a young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in green clothes and with wet black hair, and his eyes were full of chagrin.

I don't know what this young man is thinking, the people in front of him have all drunk Meng Po soup and arrived at the judge's mansion. But he was distracted, and stood still and did not move.

Tianxiao shouted, "Next!next?hey!It's your turn!"

The boy came back to his senses and walked forward quickly.

Tianxiao handed him Meng Po soup, he looked up and asked, "Is this...... What is this?"

Tianxiao said: "If you drink Meng Po soup, you will forget everything in your previous life, so that you can be reincarnated." ”

The young man frowned and shook his head, his eyes full of guilt, and he couldn't open his mouth to drink.

Tianxiao asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The boy burst into tears, and said, "I...... I killed a man......"

Tianxiao suddenly thought of the middle-aged man who was also wet before, and asked, "You fell into the water, and a middle-aged man jumped down to save you, but neither of you came up?"

The boy was taken aback, then nodded heavily.