Chapter Seventy-Eight: Meng Po Soup

t face it Then let me tell you, faster and stronger than Wudao Dan is Duo Dao Dan. There's no such thing as a fairy elixir in this world, only immortals become elixirs! There happens to be a demon cor...Yin Gui pondered for a moment, carefully choosing his words.

"You were drained by her"

"It's not completely dry." Lu Cheng answered truthfully.

Put on a serious face, the Yin ghost secretly glanced at the bride in wedding dress. She was indeed a cute and charming girl, but in the Ghost City, who didn't know this was a death sentence!

"Well said, you little rascal! Even with this, Ghost Carp is almost interesting."

Shaking his head, this subordinate is truly impressive. What an unexpected path!

Speaking of a fairy wife at home, goji berries are hard to cure.

This family has a ghost wife, she could die any time!

Some people want to but don't dare, some people want to but can't, and some people who do it lose themselves.

"So, do you have any supplements"

The Yin Ghost immediately changed his face to that of a wise old man, stroking his beard.

"In your situation, could you drink Meng Po soup"

"You're kidding me, right Are you serious That stuff would knock me out cold! I wouldn't be able to think straight. And besides, Meng Po Tang is supposed to nourish the body"

Who doesn't know the famous Meng Po Soup

That thing, once drunk, erased all memories from past lives. Did the leader seriously advise himself to drink Meng Po soup

The Yin ghost, seeing this, helplessly shook its head.

"Ignorant! People only know that Meng Po Soup makes one forget love after a single sip, but they don't know that it can help incomplete souls recover and guide spirits safely across the River of the Underworld to the Reincarnation Platform."

"But when I drink, don't I forget everything" Lu Chengqi said.

"Are you stupid" The ghost gave Lu Cheng a disgusted look. "What goes into Meng Po Soup depends on her mood. You're a Yinchai, not a living soul. Why would you want to be reborn"

"Oh!"

Lu Cheng suddenly realized, "Wow, this is amazing! I never knew there was another way to say it!"

"How should I tell her"

"Say what you want, it's 50 yuan for a bowl, clearly marked. Who are you to say that they aren't busy with their official duties every day"

"Well, money might not be an issue, but the problem is, I don't have any!"

"If you don't have money, don't play with the red outfit. You..."

Lu Cheng is also wronged, he doesn't want to either.

That summer, a first-class new number, by the riverbank grove of willows, a gentle breeze rustled the branches. I encountered the red-clothed elder sister at the wrong time. What could be done

"Boss, I will definitely work hard."

"No way!" Before Lu Cheng could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the Yin Ghost.

You just got paid in advance last time, are you asking for it again this time

"But if I'm gone, what about your upfront investment"

"Alright, alright! Take this!" The ghost handed over a piece of paper. "Go to the Naihe Bridge and say you're my subordinate. Work for Meng Po first and see if you can get a bowl of soup!"

"Okay, thanks!" Lu Cheng smiled and nodded. As he was leaving, his eyes were caught by something: "By the way, Boss, what kind of flower is this It's wilting, is it useless Can I take it away"

Even the ghosts wouldn't know what to put on his head, there wasn't anything in his mental inventory that could describe his current mood.

"Get it, roll!"

The Naihe Bridge is very far from the City of the Departed.

But Lu Cheng, this misfortune, is still able to be transmitted.

The heat here is different from that on the West Bank of the River Styx.

A quaint bridge spans the River Styx, its head thronged with souls queuing for Meng Po's soup. Some wail in despair, others wear an expressionless mask.

Yinchai shuttled back and forth, maintaining order.

And the legendary Meng Po was there, serving them Meng Po soup.

The Mengpo is very busy.

In mythology, some say she was a ghost granny, while others say she was Meng Jiangnu from the past. Lu Cheng felt that she was more in line with the second image, wearing a straw hat and veil, her face completely obscured, but her figure was very graceful.

Whatever, I'm not even here to pick up girls anyway!

Lu Cheng, wearing a red dress, walked towards the bridgehead. Because the girl was so beautiful, she was quickly spotted by the sharp-eyed spirits.

"How did Red come to be on the Naihe Bridge!"

"Mom, that older sister, is she in red"

The ghosts on the bridge were gossiping.

"Hey, excuse me. Which hell-lord are you How come you're taking the Red Robed one to the Nai He Bridge" A ghost soldier rushed over in a panic, but didn't dare get close.

He was a veteran, having participated in many wars in the Nether City. He had a keen eye for detail.

According to his judgment, the red-clothed figure before him might have already touched the threshold of advancement!

And yet she was behaving meekly and cleverly, floating behind a Yin-chai, when had Red-Cloak ever been so docile

To calm things down, wouldn't it take killing 17 or 18 people

This shade could be a powerful being!

"Brother Bing, it's nothing!" Lu Cheng performed another trick of clapping his hands to simulate a wedding dress.

The ghost soldier was frightened and retreated three meters.

"It's really nothing, I'm here to find Meng Po."

Meng Po had long noticed the situation here. Hearing Lu Cheng say this, she walked over from the bridgehead.

"Hello, Meng Po Sister!" Lu Cheng politely greeted.

"Hello, may I ask, what business do you have here" Meng Po's voice was soft and ethereal, just listening to it made one feel like forgetting everything.

"I want a bowl of soup!"

"Even if the Red Sister drank the Meng Po Soup, it wouldn't be much use. Their hatred couldn't be erased, and they usually wouldn't willingly reincarnate." The Meng Po shook her head.

"It wasn't her who drank, I did!" Lu Cheng handed up the note that the ghost had given him.

A slip of paper from the Meng Po's shop, she took a glance at it.

"Oh, so you're one of the ghosts under Wailing City's control. Having some trouble"

"Yes, the soul is a little damaged, it needs a bowl of Mengpo soup."

"That's easy! As a fellow being, for the first time this spring, you get 80% off Meng Po's soup—only 40 paper coins. Enjoy!" Meng Po's previously ethereal voice suddenly became clear and present.

Lu Cheng felt a little awkward.

I have no money.

Meng Po is already preparing to drift away.

"Wait, Meng Po Elder Sister, I can work for you!"

"Working" Meng Po stopped.

"Yeah, I see you guys are busy too. I can help you clear the dishes and wash them."

Meng Po let out a chuckle, then glanced at Lu Cheng and then at the woman in red. "Well, is this young lady in red yours"

"Yes!"

"Are you listening"

"Listen!"

"Alright then, come with me to the kitchen~"

Lu Cheng heard this and his eyes lit up!

Aren't you looking for a Hua Xia Culinary Card

Maybe I can even get my hands on the recipe for Meng Po Tang! Underworld cooking is still cooking, after all!

My own hotpot has always been a bit messy. But using Meng Po Soup as the base, wouldn't that instantly make it seem more sophisticatedinst the crashing waves, taking flight amidst the stormy weather that swept in from Mount Buzhou, even Lung-Ji, who was busy cuddling with a panda, couldn't resist coming to witness the sight.The Kun-...