Chapter 610: There is a flower mourning by the Forgotten River (20)
Po Meng noticed the way Jin Qing looked at her and gave Jin Qing a very impatient look.
Then Meng Po turned around, pulled out a large pot from under the table behind her, poured the cooked soup into the large pot, and then pushed the pot hard towards Jin Qing, speaking in a very bad tone.
Jin Qing said, "These are yours, drink them quickly!" After drinking, get out of here.
Although Meng Po's attitude was not good, Jin Qing didn't care.
When she heard Po Meng say that the soup was for her, Jin Qing didn't even refuse, she just hugged the soup pot and started drinking.
All the utensils in the underworld are not ordinary things. Even Po Meng herself would have a hard time lifting the soup pot, but Jin Qing seemed to be holding a bowl, lifting the soup pot several times larger than her body.
He raised it above his head, then raised his head and poured the soup into his mouth.
Originally, Po Meng wanted to find the heaviest pot and cauldron to give Jin Qing a soft nail to bump against, letting her know that the things in the underworld were not something she could pick up if she wanted to.
But she didn't expect that the soft nail turned into a nail stick that beat her head all over.
Jin Qing raised the cauldron over her head and drank the soup desperately, which made Po Meng grin involuntarily. Although she had experienced this before, she never thought that this woman would be so strong!
At this time, Jin Qing, who was drinking soup, saw a scene like this in front of her: a group of half-grown children, half male and female, surrounding her and calling her mother.
Moreover, the bodies of these children seem to be somewhat mutilated.
Jin Qing drank the soup faster and faster, and the scene just now became more and more obvious. Jin Qing could even vaguely see the appearance of the leading child.
As the last drop of soup entered the mouth, the picture that had appeared before Jin Qing's eyes completely disappeared, and Jin Qing's memory of the picture he had just seen also disappeared without a trace along with the picture.
Jin Qing placed the soup pot heavily on the ground and stood there wondering if what had just happened!
707 was too frightened to say a word at this time and huddled in a corner of the sea of consciousness.
When Po Meng saw Jin Qing's rude actions, she felt heartbroken. This pot was her most precious treasure. It could remind people of the most unforgettable things in their lives. How could she be treated so rudely?
Po Meng held the soup pot and inspected it carefully. After confirming that there was not even a crack on it, she carefully put the pot back to its original place. If she didn't let Gan Bagui use her good things in the future, it would be a waste of natural resources.
At this time, Po Meng could no longer remember her original intention of giving this heavy pot to Jin Qing.
Then Po Meng snorted hard at Jin Qing, and then continued to make her own soup, as if there was nothing in her heart except the soup in front of her.
Jin Qing shrugged and ignored Po Meng. She walked back to Naihe Bridge, jumped onto the handrail of Naihe Bridge with a slight jump, and tried hard to recall what she had forgotten just now.
Time passed by slowly and invisibly.
Hua Shang sat in front of the desk on the other side of Naihe Bridge, with a serious look on his face. He was seriously taking notes on the ghosts coming and going on the bridge. Occasionally, he would reach out and gently stir the hair beside his ear.
At this time, Po Meng had already boiled all the three large pots of soup in front of her, waiting for the passing ghosts to come and take food.
And she herself was reclining
The pillars of Meng Po Pavilion stared blankly at the other side of Naihe Bridge, wondering what they were thinking.
Hua Shang, who was carefully recording the ghosts, seemed to feel something. He turned around and subconsciously smiled in the direction of Naihe Bridge.
A ghost with half his head missing originally turned around to see the path he had taken, but unexpectedly, he met Hua Shang's smiling face.
His steps were shaky and his spirit body was swaying. If the ghost behind him who was crossing the bridge with him hadn't grabbed him, he would have fallen into the Wangchuan River this time.
At this time, not only this ghost, but also Po Meng's heart was extremely uneasy.
Against the background of the bright red wedding dress, Hua Shang's face was extremely beautiful. Coupled with her unintentional smile, Jin Qing saw two lines of clear tears slowly slide down from Po Meng's face, and then fell on her face.
Before it hit the ground, it was slowly lifted up by an invisible force and dropped into the soup pot behind her.
The teardrops splashed a small splash in the pot, which seemed to be Meng Po's uneasy heart at this time.
Jin Qing was slightly startled when he saw this, "You're blackmailing me, I'm not going to hit you this time."
Hua Shang didn't see Po Meng's tears, she was just surprised by her subconscious reaction at this time.
Thinking of his unprovoked giggle, Hua Shang's face instantly became numb, and the smile froze on his face, as if he couldn't figure out what he was laughing at just now.
Hua Shang stiffly turned her head back, and happened to see a big-eyed female ghost foaming at the mouth in front of her, staring at her with concern.
Looking at the big-eyed ghost's eyes that were about to fall out of their sockets, Hua Shang blinked. Her long eyelashes were like two small brushes, successfully covering up all the emotions in her eyes.
Hua Shang lowered his head and asked the female ghost softly, "Number."
The female ghost looked at Hua Shang and replied nonchalantly, "Your clothes are so beautiful. I have never seen such beautiful material." The female ghost died of taking medicine. As she spoke to Hua Shang, a large number of
Foam poured out of her mouth.
The female ghost was a little embarrassed and covered her chin with her hands. Not long after, Hua Shang discovered that the sleeves of the female ghost were already wet.
Hua Shang didn't pay attention to the female ghost's embarrassment. When she looked at the female ghost, there was a hint of regret in her eyes. Normal ghosts have three fires on their bodies, but the female ghost only had one fire on her head.
This shows that this ghost committed suicide by himself.
A self-committed ghost like this will repeat the scene before her death every day because her life span is not over, and she will not be reincarnated until the year of destiny.
However, because the firepower in the head is not strong, even if he is reincarnated as an adult, he will not have a healthy and complete body. This is the punishment of the underworld for those souls who do not cherish life.
Now, this female ghost should have paid the price for her impulsive behavior.
The female ghost covered her mouth and looked at Hua Shang with longing in her eyes. Although Hua Shang's appearance was not attractive to her, Hua Shang's wedding dress was what she wanted.
The female ghost looked at Hua Shang's wedding dress and was very envious. If her enemy was willing to marry her, how could she commit suicide by taking sleeping pills, and finally choke to death from the acid water in her stomach?
Hua Shang recalled what the female ghost had just said, and saw that the female ghost was still looking straight at her wedding dress, her eyes full of persistence and pain, and sighed. They are all poor people! Po Meng found out
He noticed the way Jin Qing looked at him and rolled his eyes at Jin Qing very impatiently.
Then Meng Po turned around, pulled out a large pot from under the table behind her, poured the cooked soup into the large pot, and then pushed the pot hard towards Jin Qing, speaking in a very bad tone.
Jin Qing said, "These are yours, drink them quickly!" After drinking, get out of here.
Although Meng Po's attitude was not good, Jin Qing didn't care.
When she heard Po Meng say that the soup was for her, Jin Qing didn't even refuse, she just hugged the soup pot and started drinking.
All the utensils in the underworld are not ordinary things. Even Po Meng herself would have a hard time lifting the soup pot, but Jin Qing seemed to be holding a bowl, lifting the soup pot several times larger than her body.
He raised it above his head, then raised his head and poured the soup into his mouth.
Originally, Po Meng wanted to find the heaviest pot and cauldron to give Jin Qing a soft nail to bump against, letting her know that the things in the underworld were not something she could pick up if she wanted to.
But she didn't expect that the soft nail turned into a nail stick that beat her head all over.
Jin Qing raised the cauldron over her head and drank the soup desperately, which made Po Meng grin involuntarily. Although she had experienced this before, she never thought that this woman would be so strong!
At this time, Jin Qing, who was drinking soup, saw a scene like this in front of her: a group of half-grown children, half male and female, surrounding her and calling her mother.
Moreover, the bodies of these children seem to be somewhat mutilated.
Jin Qing drank the soup faster and faster, and the scene just now became more and more obvious. Jin Qing could even vaguely see the appearance of the leading child.
As the last drop of soup entered the mouth, the picture that had appeared before Jin Qing's eyes completely disappeared, and Jin Qing's memory of the picture he had just seen also disappeared without a trace along with the picture.
Jin Qing placed the soup pot heavily on the ground and stood there wondering if what had just happened!
707 was too frightened to say a word at this time and huddled in a corner of the sea of consciousness.
When Po Meng saw Jin Qing's rude actions, she felt heartbroken. This pot was her most precious treasure. It could remind people of the most unforgettable things in their lives. How could she be treated so rudely?
Po Meng held the soup pot and inspected it carefully. After confirming that there was not even a crack on it, she carefully put the pot back to its original place. If she didn't let Gan Bagui use her good things in the future, it would be a waste of natural resources.
At this time, Po Meng could no longer remember her original intention of giving this heavy pot to Jin Qing.
Then Po Meng snorted hard at Jin Qing, and then continued to make her own soup, as if there was nothing in her heart except the soup in front of her.
Jin Qing shrugged and ignored Po Meng. She walked back to Naihe Bridge, jumped onto the handrail of Naihe Bridge with a slight jump, and tried hard to recall what she had forgotten just now.
Time passed by slowly and invisibly.
Hua Shang sat in front of the desk on the other side of Naihe Bridge, with a serious look on his face. He was seriously taking notes on the ghosts coming and going on the bridge. Occasionally, he would reach out and gently stir the hair beside his ear.
At this time, Po Meng had already boiled all the three large pots of soup in front of her, waiting for the passing ghosts to come and take food.
And she herself was reclining
The pillars of Meng Po Pavilion stared blankly at the other side of Naihe Bridge, wondering what they were thinking.
Hua Shang, who was carefully recording the ghosts, seemed to feel something. He turned around and subconsciously smiled in the direction of Naihe Bridge.
A ghost with half his head missing originally turned around to see the path he had taken, but unexpectedly, he met Hua Shang's smiling face.
His steps were shaky and his spirit body was swaying. If the ghost behind him who was crossing the bridge with him hadn't grabbed him, he would have fallen into the Wangchuan River this time.
At this time, not only this ghost, but also Po Meng's heart was extremely uneasy.
Against the background of the bright red wedding dress, Hua Shang's face was extremely beautiful. Coupled with her unintentional smile, Jin Qing saw two lines of clear tears slowly slide down from Po Meng's face, and then fell on her face.
Before it hit the ground, it was slowly lifted up by an invisible force and dropped into the soup pot behind her.
The teardrops splashed a small splash in the pot, which seemed to be Meng Po's uneasy heart at this time.
Jin Qing was slightly startled when he saw this, "You're blackmailing me, I'm not going to hit you this time."
Hua Shang didn't see Po Meng's tears, she was just surprised by her subconscious reaction at this time.
Thinking of his unprovoked giggle, Hua Shang's face instantly became numb, and the smile froze on his face, as if he couldn't figure out what he was laughing at just now.
Hua Shang stiffly turned her head back, and happened to see a big-eyed female ghost foaming at the mouth in front of her, staring at her with concern.
Looking at the big-eyed ghost's eyes that were about to fall out of their sockets, Hua Shang blinked. Her long eyelashes were like two small brushes, successfully covering up all the emotions in her eyes.
Hua Shang lowered his head and asked the female ghost softly, "Number."
The female ghost looked at Hua Shang and replied nonchalantly, "Your clothes are so beautiful. I have never seen such beautiful material." The female ghost died of taking medicine. As she spoke to Hua Shang, a large number of
Foam poured out of her mouth.
The female ghost was a little embarrassed and covered her chin with her hands. Not long after, Hua Shang discovered that the sleeves of the female ghost were already wet.
Hua Shang didn't pay attention to the female ghost's embarrassment. When she looked at the female ghost, there was a hint of regret in her eyes. Normal ghosts have three fires on their bodies, but the female ghost only had one fire on her head.
This shows that this ghost committed suicide by himself.
A self-committed ghost like this will repeat the scene before her death every day because her life span is not over, and she will not be reincarnated until the year of destiny.
However, because the firepower in the head is not strong, even if he is reincarnated as an adult, he will not have a healthy and complete body. This is the punishment of the underworld for those souls who do not cherish life.
Now, this female ghost should have paid the price for her impulsive behavior.
The female ghost covered her mouth and looked at Hua Shang with longing in her eyes. Although Hua Shang's appearance was not attractive to her, Hua Shang's wedding dress was what she wanted.
The female ghost looked at Hua Shang's wedding dress and was very envious. If her enemy was willing to marry her, how could she commit suicide by taking sleeping pills, and finally choke to death from the acid water in her stomach?
Hua Shang recalled what the female ghost had just said, and saw that the female ghost was still looking straight at her wedding dress, her eyes full of persistence and pain, and sighed softly, they are all miserable people!
