When Po Meng saw this, she smiled kindly and said, "All the ghosts will drink Po Meng's soup!" So she filled another bowl, passed the ghost who had been waiting for the soup again, and handed it to Yan
install.
"No need." Li Ting took the bowl of soup again, glanced at Gui, who tried twice to take Po Meng's soup but failed to receive it, and handed it to him in a friendly manner.
The ghost held the soup bowl with both hands and looked at Po Meng. The old man nodded expressionlessly, and then he drank it seriously. The look in his eyes became confused and he drifted towards the Samsara Pond.
Seeing that Meng Po was going through a cycle and trying to make soup for Yan An, Li Ting decided to stop this from continuing.
He looked at Yan An and said directly: "Want the medicinal ingredients in the pot?"
Even when he didn't know that this ghost was Yan An, he could guess what he liked. Now that he knew his identity, he was of course even more sure.
Yan An has been with him for two hundred years, doesn't he still know his temper?
He was simply a drug addict. He would stop and check out any plants and herbs he had never seen before. If there was anything weird about it, no one would be able to take it away.
Although Wang Gui looked confused, he nodded slowly after hearing this.
Li Ting's mood was complicated. Yan An's obsession was related to Jin Ninum. It didn't take much guessing to know that it was all related to him. Now that he could communicate, he showed more of his past life. Even if he was a ghost,
It also gave him a sense of familiarity.
With a trace of magic power in his hand, he touched Yan An's shoulder and patted it, "That soup is made from Forget-You-Bean. If you need it, I will definitely find it for you."
——Master, I will definitely find this treasure for you.
The same words appeared in Li Ting's mind inexplicably. He smiled and saw Yan An's eyes moving away from the cauldron little by little, falling quietly behind him, and then turned into an empty space.
.
The young man's expression remained as usual, and he patted Wang Gui's shoulder again, saying "brother" before keeping his smile and moving away his hand.
He was smiling, but his eyes looking around the underworld were a little cold.
Po Meng's eyes fell on this man and a ghost, with an incomprehensible expression, and she finally stopped serving Yan An.
Li Ting did not leave directly, but said: "Mother-in-law, do you know where Bai Wuchang is?"
Po Meng's voice sounded faintly, saying: "The palace of the Impermanent Ghosts is in Shadow Mountain, but they are not in the palace most of the time. Instead, they travel between Yin and Yang and extradite ghosts in the world. If you want to know more, go to the King of Hell. Don't ask me.
This old woman."
Although she said not to ask yourself questions, she still talked a lot. After that, she continued to guard the pot to fill the soup. Li Ting watched for a while and felt that this action must have been repeated thousands of times. He suddenly
He patted Po Meng's wrist hanging down by her side and said, "Thank you, grandma, I'm going to find the King of Hell."
Po Meng paused, nodded, then took a soup bowl, put a large spoon into the pot, and quietly poured the soup into the bowl, and it was another bowl of Meng Po soup.
Li Ting turned around and walked towards the Hall of Yama with interesting words and peace of mind.
This was the third time he had walked this road, and it seemed a bit familiar. Li Ting looked at Guizhao, who didn't give him any reaction, and turned a corner, arriving at the empty main hall.
This hell is really lonely.
Especially when he discovered that there was only the beardless King of Hell on the main seat.
"Where are you, the other King of Hell?" Li Ting asked.
"Can't I?"
Li Ting was stunned for a moment. Indeed, if the bearded King of Hell was here, he would not think of finding another person. It can only be said that the difference between the two people is too obvious. It is not the person in front of him who asks him to work for the underworld. Of course he will be like this
kind of reaction.
But since the other party said so, he felt that he could also take charge of the affairs of the underworld.
"Are you also the King of Hell?"
"I am the King of Hell."
Li Ting stretched out his hand and made a salute and said, "I'm looking for Bai Wuchang to thank Bian. Can I meet him?"
"He rarely returns to the underworld. If you want to see him, I need to summon him."
"Can I be summoned?"
The King of Hell thought for a moment, spoke a little slowly, and replied: "He is responsible for a lot of things, and the underworld will not recall him easily. What do you want to do with him?"
Li Ting took a step back, revealing Yan An standing behind him.
"Can you recognize this ghost?"
The king of hell shook his head.
Li Ting sneered, and his expression suddenly became stern, "Then I have to ask, in the previous life, why did Bai Wuchang and Xie Bian pretend to be fortune-tellers and deceive me, saying that my confidant has passed away to the underworld?
And I have an appointment with the underworld in this life, and I agreed to guide the evil ghosts, but I saw him in it!" Li Ting pointed to Yan An beside him, raised his eyes to look at the person sitting in the chair, it was obviously from an upward angle, but there was a feeling that he was not looking down.
On people’s momentum.
"Ghosts can't cross the Bridge of Two Lives, but they crossed from Beizhou where they were buried, and came to Xizhou to look for me. I should have remembered the face of the person who made the fortune, but my memory was clouded and I couldn't recognize Xie Bian.
Now, I am working for the underworld, but the underworld lies and deceives me. How should I deal with this matter? Since you are the king of hell, can you ask Xie Bian to come out, give Yan An, and give me an explanation?"
At the end of the sentence, Li Ting tapped his chest with his finger and looked straight at the King of Hell.
The King of Hell was silent. He looked at Li Ting, as if he was understanding the content of his words. During this period, Li Ting stood there with his gaze unwavering.
After a while, the King of Hell, who looked a bit young because he had no beard, waved his hand. The ghostly aura passed over Yan An, and the black mist surged, as if conveying some message.
"He does have Xie Bian's ghost energy in him," said the King of Hell.
Li Ting glanced at Yan An, his eyes less cold, "What is the use of this ghost energy?"
"Let him have some special abilities, such as being able to cross the Bridge of Two Lives, having a more solid ghost body, stronger strength, occasionally having simple consciousness, not being as ignorant as ordinary ghosts, and being able to be sensed by Bai Wuchang."
"Perceiving the location..." Li Ting repeated, looking a little unhappy. This was almost equivalent to surveillance.
"In that case, Xie Bian already knows that he is in the underworld?" Li Ting asked.
The King of Hell nodded and looked behind Li Ting, "He's here."
When Li Ting heard this, he turned around and saw a white figure with a bright red tongue sticking out and an official hat with the words "Make money at first sight" written on it.
It is Bai Wuchang, Xie Bian. This chapter has been completed!