Su Xing raised his head and saw thousands of golden lights bursting out, covering the sky and the sun. It was densely packed with names with small characters in fly heads. The edict of King Yama echoed in his ears, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that the little life is born, and the mother and son are safe. They are enthroned as Princess Ming Ling, and their name is Yan Li?" Su Xing murmured in a low voice, and turned his head to the little ghost Yasha beside him, "Hey, Yasha, do you know what that thing is?"

Su Xing rolled his eyes and pointed at the sky.

"Me?" The little ghost Yasha was stunned, and a flattering look appeared on his face with a fierce ghost. Su Xing is now in charge of Meng Po's position. In other words, he must be a first-rate ghost official.

"What unfolds in the sky is the list of ghosts in the Ten Spirits, which records all the residents of the Ghost Kingdom, from the Ten Kings of Hell to the Common People, among them." The little ghost Yasha replied respectfully.

Su Xing was stunned, his mouth could be stuffed into a goose egg.

"The list of ghosts in the Ten Thousand Spirits is so huge, so how many names are recorded in it." Su Xing came back to his senses and sighed. The things in the underworld are really magnificent, and his concept of the world has been greatly impacted and expanded.

"I heard that the current Wanlingzhao Ghost List is not the full picture." The little ghost Yasha turned his eyes and continued to please him, and came out with the tray of the news he knew. "The Wanlingzhao Ghost List was burned, and it can stretch to the edge of the Ghost Country at its full picture - the Ghost Pass!"

"Oh?" Su Xing exclaimed lightly, lowered his eyebrows and pondered.

The little ghost Yasha smiled flatteringly, his eyes narrowed into strange crescent moons, and his mouth opened, only to find that there was nothing to say. Its position was low and could not touch the depths of the underworld. Even the Wanling Divine Ghost List was not known.

Dangdangdang...

The copper spoon hit the iron pot, Su Xing waved the spoon, "Line up, line up, come and get Mengpo soup."

Su Xing skillfully danced his arms, graceful and rapid, as if he was an arm dance. Before he knew it, five large celadon bowls containing Mengpo soup were placed in front of the stall. Ghosts lined up and took up Mengpo soup one by one to drink it, and then went to reincarnate.

After being skilled, he moved very quickly and squeezed out the rest time. Su Xing couldn't help but aim at the mysterious drawer of the stall.

“What will be inside?”

Curiosity killed a cat, Su Xing's heart was like a kitten stuffing it into his heart, his furry and fleshy claws kept scratching, not hurt, but itchy.

Su Xing gritted his teeth, glanced around, and found that there was no ghost paying attention, "Just look at me, even if you are rewarded for helping Meng Po."

He easily convinced himself, his palm trembled slightly, and immediately reached the drawer and pulled it out with a clang.

The drawer has little space, only a thread-bound blue ancient book is placed, with five big characters written on it - "Mengpo Dawang Sutra"!

"The Great Forgetful Sutra of Meng Po?" Su Xing's eyes lit up, and his instincts ignited, wanting to take it away.

"This should be the technique that Meng Po practiced, probably no worse than the "Ghost Dao Senluo Sutra" practiced by the third-grade ghost general protecting the palace, and the "Impermanence Sutra" practiced by Brother Song." Su Xing muttered, and his left hand hit his right hand heavily, suppressing the urge to hold the sheep.

"Oh, I've gotten an old problem again. I want to take good things for myself." Su Xing sighed and quickly pushed the drawer back. He thought that Meng Po was about to come back.

On the top of the famous mountain, in the Palace of the Emperor, Meng Po received the reward given by King Yama. Lead-colored dark clouds rose under her feet, and quickly went to the other side of the Forgetful River. She was worried about the order of the ghost's reincarnation.

Su Xing did not have a charming voice, did not understand the method of cultivation, and did not have any ghost energy in his body. He could not suppress some evil ghosts who did not want to drink Mengpo soup.

As dark clouds came, Meng Po looked down at the queues lined up to drink soup below, rubbed her eyes, "Am I dizzy?"

Meng Po's face showed an incredible look, unexpectedly, the imagined chaos did not appear. No matter how ghosts were, they all lined up consciously, and then drank Meng Po's soup and reincarnated without a single thorn. Moreover, Meng Po found that Su Xing's action of scooping soup was very fast, not inferior to her at all. Even the action contained the key points that Meng Po had obtained after scooping soup for a thousand years, and the angle and force were very perfect.

Meng Po lowered the dark clouds and stepped on the ground, and the dark clouds disappeared automatically.

"It smells so good." Meng Po said, with a kind smile on her wrinkled face. Five bowls of Meng Po soup were placed in front of the stall. The fragrance was strong and it drifted to the other end of Naihe Bridge, making the ghost greedy for drinking Meng Po soup in the distance.

"Young man, mother-in-law is not wrong. You are indeed suitable to be Meng Po." Meng Po said with a smile.

"What!" Su Xing's legs and feet suddenly became soft when he heard this. He held the stall and turned his eyes and said, "Mother-in-law, you have worked hard, so drink a bowl of Mengpo soup."

Su Xing smiled brightly, like the sunny boy next door, extremely kind, and it is easy for people to find the vigilance in their hearts, like the spring breeze in March, like the rising sun.

Meng Po was stunned. She held up a large celadon bowl with her yellow palm and prepared to take a sip, then her movements froze instantly.

"Boy, mother-in-law can't drink Mengpo soup, otherwise she will lose her memory!" Mengpo glared at her eyes and put down the big celadon bowl, "I almost fell for you."

"Haha, where is it? How could I know that my mother-in-law will lose her memory when drinking Mengpo soup? Isn't Mengpo soup cooked by mother-in-law? Haven't it been?" Su Xing secretly called a pity, showing a harmless smile from humans and animals.

"Is that true?" Meng Po looked at Su Xing suspiciously and took the copper spoon and a large celadon bowl from him.

Su Xing smiled awkwardly, stood aside, rubbed his hands: "Mother-in-law, look, can I be reincarnated..."

"Reincarnation?" Meng Po shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, you have not lost your memory and cannot be reincarnated."

Su Xing looked bitter and had already expected the answer to be like this, but he was still quite disappointed. He was reincarnated with memory, but he really lived for a lifetime. He came to the world with the greatest treasure, and all the prodigy turned into clouds.

"Then I can't stay here all the time, right?" Su Xing asked.

"That's true." Meng Po chatted with Su Xing while scooping the ghost. After thinking for a while, she took out a thread-packed book from the drawer and handed it to Su Xing.

"Is this?" Su Xing took the thread-coated ancient book, a trace of joy flashed across his face, and immediately covered it up and said in confusion.

The ancient book on line is naturally the "Mengpo Dawang Sutra", but Su Xing pretended to be the first time he saw it.

"This is a token. Go and see the City God in Fengdu. The City God will arrange an identity for you, so that you can officially become a citizen of the Ghost Kingdom and move into the underworld." Meng Po said.

"Oh." Su Xing responded lightly, and his heart was already full of joy.

"By the way, after you use this "Mengpo Dawang Sutra", you must remember to return it to me." Mengpo added, his hands kept bringing Mengpo soup to the ghost.

"Well, thank you mother-in-law!" Su Xing nodded heavily and said solemnly, "I will definitely return it to my mother-in-law after I use it!"

"By the way, you can't be confused about the soul. How can you let the ghost drink Mengpo's soup honestly?" Mengpo asked curiously when he remembered something.

"ah."

Su Xing screamed, pointed at the little ghost Yasha not far away and said, "Mother-in-law, it was the little ghost Yasha who helped suppress it. It beat the bone whip a few times, and no matter how fierce the ghost is, it will be honest."

Is the little yasha?

Meng Po nodded, and the little ghost Yasha just looked over and smiled flatteringly.

"So that's how it is..." Meng Po nodded and believed it.

"Go, mother-in-law gives you a ride." Meng Po shook her sleeves, and a dark cloud emerged from the bottom of Su Xing's feet, carrying him up and shakingly send him back to Fengdu.

Although the second time I was not the ability to wake up, I truly felt this kind of immortal feeling, and I would never forget it once.

Su Xing leaned on the dark clouds, his eyes widened and his mouth muttered, his expression becoming more and more curious and yearning.

"It's really like flying clouds and fog, it's so amazing!" Su Xing looked through the dark clouds, but did not find the mystery of the dark clouds. He felt it was incredible. There was no scientific mention of how to fly clouds and fog.

Finally, Su Xing gave up research, lay comfortably on the dark clouds, stretched out his limbs at will, and sighed at the sky: "A world of immortals, I didn't expect that I would come into contact with these."

The sky in the underworld is gray, without clouds, without sun and moon, and flying birds are rare, as if they are always shrouded in haze and full of resentment.

Including the vast land outside the Ghost Kingdom, perhaps the sky above the Yellow Spring is the most beautiful. The amber color reflected by the earthly dragons are flying like stained glass, without a trace of clouds, and the sky is vast and the sky is full of joy.

"If there is another glass of wine, happiness will be like a god!" Su Xing leisurely and leisurely, wanting to drink. He was not a person who likes to drink wine in his previous life, but he always likes to drink a sip of wine while resting alone, which is comfortable and comfortable.

Fengdu is vast and huge, and the Forgetful River crosses through it. Naihe Bridge, Sansheng Stone, Wangxiangtai and others are all in Fengdu. It is at least thousands of miles away from the horizontal and vertical city. The real city is very far away from Naihe Bridge.

The dark clouds were not fast and slowly woke up. After reaching the outskirts of Fengdu, they automatically landed and disappeared.

Su Xing patted his knees, and never felt drunk for the first time. He looked up and looked at the huge city. His heart was filled with inexplicable emotions. A vast and bizarre world gradually appeared in front of him.

"Life is like a journey. If you can't stop, you will pass by various cities, see various scenery, and meet all kinds of people." Su Xing sighed and walked towards Fengdu.

"First of all, you must find the City God, then get the 'residence permit', become a 'citizen' of the Ghost Kingdom, and officially move into Fengdu. Before the new life begins, my motto will also be changed. 'I am not a good ghost, but not a bad ghost', 'If the ghost does not offend me, I will not offend ghosts. If the ghost is offend me, I will return it ten times'!"

Su Xing had bright eyes, his back was like a dragon, and his waist was straight like a gun. He was domineering. He had a soft and smooth jade before, but at this time he took off the jade and silk and showed his sharpness!

"Look, there is a very crazy and arrogant new ghost!" The ghost wandering not far away shouted and immediately surrounded him, and without saying a word, he punched Su Xing.

Two punches lost to four hands, Su Xing was about to resist and was knocked to the ground by seven or eight ghosts, and then beaten up.

"Stop, stop quickly, my boss is a long time ago!" Su Xing held his head, curled up on the ground, and shouted with all his strength!
Chapter completed!