The hardest emperor in history

Chapter 331 Meng Po
After Jun Wu was introduced into the underworld by Xia Yu, Xia Yu actually handed over all his soul power to Jun Wu, talking to himself.

In this way, Xia Yu completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

And Jun Wu can also feel that his soul power has increased by 100 years.

This turn of events was something that Jun Wu never expected in advance.

He and Xia Yu have been fighting for so long, although they have only just met each other, they already know that the other party is an extremely difficult opponent.

In the end, Xia Yu was forced by Jun Wu to give up all his plans and admit to complete failure.

Unexpectedly, he would give all of his soul power to Junwu instead.

Jun Wu sighed in his heart that he was the only one left in this huge underworld.

Whether the souls of Xia Yun, the Three Demons, and Sha Xing can be retrieved all fall on Jun Wu alone.

He looked up, there was no heaven and earth in this underworld, it was gray everywhere.

The ground under his feet was black soil, and no flowers or plants grew on it.

Looking into the distance, there is a surging and rolling Wangchuan River.

The water of the river was pitch black, and black flames rolled up from the river like waves.

And there are many dead spirits floating in the river.

They were scorched by black flames, and they screamed fiercely from time to time.

But no one paid any attention to these undead.

The souls who just came from the Yang Realm lined up in front of the Naihe Bridge numbly, moving slowly towards the Naihe Bridge.

There are people, livestock, and even monster races among these souls lining up.

As soon as the souls living in the mortal world arrive at the underworld, they seem to have lost their vitality and look dull and numb.

Even in the River of Forgetfulness, the ghosts burned by the flowing fire howled loudly, but they just walked forward silently with their heads down.

And looking forward along the winding procession, there is a woman standing on the Naihe Bridge, busy in front of a huge stove and a huge pot.

The woman was born thin, her complexion was sallow and lifeless.

His hair was wrapped in a gray cloth, and underneath were a pair of triangular eyes full of irritability.

High cheekbones, thin lips, the wooden spoon in his hand kept spooning soup into the bowl, and he muttered something endlessly.

This woman is Meng Po.

Today, she is the same as usual, her heart is full of resentment.

Seeing the long queue in front of him, he knew that he might not have a chance to rest today.

Thinking of this, Meng Po felt even more annoyed.

She couldn't help but picked up a fire stick from her side, and whipped it hard on the back of a dead spirit who had just finished drinking Meng Po soup.

This necromancer looks like an old and dim-eyed guy from the outside.

After drinking the soup, all the memory was erased, and the brain must have become more confused, so it stayed where it was and did not move forward.

This prevents latecomers from drinking the soup.

Granny Meng stared at the old guy with sharp eyes, and cursed: "Hurry up, you must be stupid in Yangjian!"

The old dead spirit who was slapped by Granny Meng fell to the ground.

He who had already lost his memory got up in a daze, and walked forward tremblingly.

Po Meng glanced at him contemptuously, and continued to use a wooden spoon to serve soup to the next dead spirit.

Venting the anger in my heart on the fool just now made Po Meng's bored mind a little more relaxed.

She kept filling the soup in her hand, her mind was already gone.

Right now, everyone in the underworld is a lot more relaxed, even with such drudgery as Meng Po, she can find opportunities to steal half a day's laziness.

Because Pluto hasn't shown his face for a long time, the ghost kings of the six realms of the underworld don't know what they are busy with.

A ghost like her can be happy and relaxed.

Not only was Granny Meng looking for opportunities to be lazy, but the ghost manager who managed the sober wine was also a ghost hiding somewhere, and had disappeared for many days.

Thinking of this, Meng Po frowned again.

She cooks soup here every day, and it is inevitable that she will taste a few mouthfuls.

It was only by drinking a few sips of sober wine beforehand that he would not forget his memory.

It's just that he couldn't find the ghost who managed the sober wine for several days in a row, and he only had the last bottle of sober wine left in his hand.

If the ghost messenger doesn't come back, even Po Meng doesn't know what to do.

Po Meng was thinking wildly in her heart, suddenly raised her head, and saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at her.

Suddenly, she saw a faint light in those eyes, which were different from all fools.

Those eyes were as handsome as his master's, and they were a far cry from those sick and lifeless bastards.

For some reason, Po Meng felt that these eyes seemed to be able to penetrate her heart.

But the next moment, Po Meng smiled contemptuously again.

No matter how powerful the soul is in the Yang Realm, it will be nothing but a dead ghost when it comes down to the Naihe Bridge.

When you come to the underworld, your internal and demonic powers will disappear and become useless.

And without fighting to seize the power of other ghosts, their soul power is nothing more than zero.

If you don't drink your own Mengpo soup, you can't enter the underworld.

Therefore, the ghosts who have not crossed the Naihe Bridge are as weak as ants in the eyes of Meng Po.

He can only beg humblely in front of himself, and he is a guy who can be insulted at will.

How can such an ant gain insight into his own heart?

Po Meng rolled her eyes at those eyes, and continued to serve soup with a wooden spoon.

She shouted loudly to the undead in front of her: "Hurry up, don't delay my mother's affairs!"

It's just that these undead always look dumb, and they can't understand the reprimand slowly.

Angry in her heart, Po Meng raised the fire stick again, and swiped at a ghost who had finished drinking the soup.

The undead just lost his memory and didn't know what to do.

After being hit by the fire stick on the Tianling cover, he ran forward in embarrassment.

Seeing this, Po Meng sneered even more.

The undead that had been whipped ran forward and bumped into the previous old undead.

I saw the two undead collided together, but they didn't fall into a pile.

Instead, the soul of the old undead poured into the body of the later undead like a puff of smoke.

The undead who ate a stick afterwards was blind, looking around and not knowing what happened.

But Meng Po held a spoon in one hand, and smiled with one hand on her hip, "The idiot got a blessing in disguise, so I don't want to thank my mother."

Most of the undead who hadn't tasted Mengpo soup witnessed this scene.

They were all walking forward numbly, until then they opened their frightened pupils.

The old man's soul just disappeared!

Seeing that the speed of drinking soup slowed down again, Granny Meng yelled angrily: "Hurry up! You may be lucky enough to eat other people's souls."

A necromancer standing in line boldly asked, "May I ask where the old man went?"

Meng Po laughed and said, "Where did you go? Naturally, it was eaten, and it became the soul power of that person later."

The originally numb undead were in an uproar.

Po Meng said angrily: "What's the name! Isn't it natural for the strong ghost to eat the weak ghost?
Isn't it like this in your Yang Realm? "

Among the undead waiting on the Naihe Bridge, there are many monsters and beasts.

Already living a life of the jungle.

And those human spirits also have to admit that living in the world is nothing but the winner is king and the loser is bandit.

It's just that they don't eat human flesh in times of famine.

Seeing that all the dead spirits returned to silence, Po Meng felt amused.

It's just that she suddenly had a feeling of being spied into her heart.

Po Meng couldn't help frowning to see, she was still the handsome young man.

It was still a pair of eyes that were shining but as cold as ice.

Granny Meng always felt that something was wrong, so she said angrily to the young man, "What are you looking at!"

Who would have thought that the young man was not afraid, but suddenly showed a cold smile to himself.

It was as if she dismissed Granny Meng.

(End of this chapter)