Black bowl, black soup!
But if you look closely, the black soup seems to be filled with endless crystal colors, as if it is filled with all the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy in the world.
"Drink this bowl of soup and put an end to the past."
The old woman in black sighed.
“Mengpo soup!!”
"You are...Mother Meng!!"
“This is the Wangchuan River!!”
Hua Pi Ke'er's voice revealed a hint of unbelievable panic, and was extremely sharp and high-pitched. At the same time, her expression began to distort, and she held her head in her hands, with endless pain on her face, as if she had recalled something.
"well……"
"Good boy, drink this bowl of soup and you will no longer suffer..."
The old woman in black, that is, Po Meng sighed softly again.
Her voice seemed to be filled with a kind of magic power. Huapi Ke'er, who was originally in great pain, suddenly became quiet. She looked at Po Meng, her eyes slowly became blurred, and she slowly walked towards Po Meng.
Finally arriving at the boat, Hua Pi Ke'er took a bowl of Meng Po soup, stared blankly at the bowl of soup, and subconsciously murmured: "If you drink it, you will forget it. If you drink it, you will feel better..."
"A bowl of Meng Po soup will make you forget all about it..."
Hua Pi Ke'er just drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, and then her eyes became more and more blurred, and she walked onto the boat unconsciously.
Po Meng's eyes turned, and her strange and vicissitudes of eyes looked at the remaining Ye Wuque. She also raised the remaining bowl of soup, grinned and said: "Young man, it's your turn..."
Ye Wuque remained expressionless. After hearing Po Meng's voice, he finally said calmly: "If you don't drink soup, can't you get on the boat?"
"certainly."
Po Meng sighed softly, and then looked at Ye Wuque with a hint of pity in her eyes.
"Only the undead who drank the soup can temporarily seal the resentment in their bodies and freeze everything, so that they can safely cross the Wangchuan River and reach the other side. Otherwise, the endless resentful spirits in the Wangchuan River will launch a desperate attack, which is worse than death.
A terrible experience that was countless times more painful.”
Po Meng seemed to be patiently explaining to Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly.
The pity in the eyes of Po Meng, who had been staring at Ye Wuque, became stronger, and then she sighed softly: "Young man, it seems that you have not accepted what has happened."
Chapter completed!