"No!" The old woman's voice deepened.

"It's okay, I have it." However, Qin He grinned, put down the soup bowl, reached into his armpits, dug left and right, up and down, and took out a handful of green soup.

It turns out...it's really coriander!

Coriander, also called coriander.

When the weather is cold and cold in spring, there are dozens of them in the fields and no one eats them, but they make the Qin River beautiful.

Old woman: "..."

Then, Qin He not only took out the coriander, but also took out a knife, a stone mortar, a chopping board, and also took out salt, pepper, onions, ginger, garlic, and Sichuan peppercorns.

Don't ask why Qin He's soul can still take things from the armpit space, this is the magic of space.

The "merit soul body" forged from massive merits has reached the seventh level, and has already reached the stage of moving away from the virtual to the real.

If time passes and the soul body condenses into a shadow, even if it abandons the physical body, it will still be a land god.

The old woman was dumbfounded. A look of disbelief and horror flashed across the old man's face.

Even the black hall in the distance was commotion.

Qin He took his time, chopped the coriander, mashed the onions, ginger, garlic and peppercorns, and added them in order. Finally, he added some salt, took another bowl of soup and took a sip, then nodded with satisfaction.

He said to the old woman: "The soup needs to be boiled like this to taste delicious. Your craftsmanship has not kept pace with the times."

After saying that, he finished three large bowls in one go.

Then he wiped his mouth, picked up a new bowl, filled a bowl and placed it in front of the old woman, saying: "Let's drink together, you're welcome."

The old woman trembled all over and looked at the green soup floating in the pot. Her eyes were full of suspicion, wondering whether the soup had expired.

After drinking Meng Po Tang, you will forget your whole life, all your love, hatred, greed, anger, stupidity and madness will disappear into clouds and smoke.

However, in front of this dead soul, it had no effect at all.

"Why, you don't want to give me face?" Qin He narrowed his eyes, with a dangerous aura in his eyes.

The old woman's face was trembling, her hands were trembling as she picked up the Meng Po soup in front of her and took a sip.

At this moment, the host and guest seemed to have changed positions, Qin He became the one who made the soup, and the old woman became the reincarnated soul.

"How does it taste?"

Qin He asked hopefully, his expression was very much like that of a cook asking diners how the food was.

The old woman nodded blankly. The flavored Meng Po soup naturally had a different flavor.

"That's right. From now on, I'll just make soup like this." Qin He smiled, snapped his fingers, and said, "Power Word".

Then he asked casually: "Are you really Po Meng?"

The old woman suddenly felt that her mouth was uncontrollable, her face was stunned and she spoke the truth: "I am Meng Jiang, a D-level undercover officer of Guangqian Palace, Meng Posi."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Qin He smiled, and the old woman covered her mouth with a look of horror on her face.

In the black hall, the expressions of all the civil and military gods also changed drastically.

The white-robed judge was shocked and shouted angrily: "Qin He, you humiliate Yin and despise reincarnation. I will ignore your first offense. If you are still stubborn, don't blame me for being unkind!"

Qin He turned his head and looked at the black hall, grinning: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll be here soon."

After saying that, Qin He put down the bowl and continued walking, his pace still unhurried.

The old woman watched Qin He go away gradually. The flesh and wrinkles on her face slowly disappeared and smoothed out, turning her face into the appearance of a yellow-faced boy.

It hesitated for a moment, then its figure slowly faded and disappeared without a trace.

Along with it, the big pot and the stove disappeared.

On the other side of the Wangchuan River, the red flowers are still bright, and the fire shines all the way to the black hall.

There was another leisurely moment, and after a long time, Qin He entered the main hall.

The moment he entered the hall.
Chapter completed!