The hardest emperor in history

Chapter 332
Po Meng's heart was not going well today, but when she suddenly saw an unruly young man, she became even more annoyed.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and said to the young man, "What are you looking at? Do you dare to be dissatisfied?"

Unexpectedly, the young man was not as numb or fearful as other undead.

His eyes were narrow and long, and he looked at himself with disdain, with a natural nobility.

Po Meng's heart was blocked, and she thought to herself: Maybe the young master of a wealthy family died suddenly without knowing the world.That's how I got used to it.

But no matter what the status of the necromancer is in Yangjian, when it comes here, it is just an ant without soul power and at the mercy of ghosts.

Even a ghost like Po Meng who has no skills and can only do hard work has 50 years of soul power.

It would be easy to pinch this young man to death and make him disappear completely between heaven and earth.

Thinking of this, Meng Po regained her arrogance.

Don't you think it's a big deal just because of your handsome appearance?

Granny Meng waved the fire stick again and said, "Hurry up, don't delay my mother's work!"

Frightened by her burning stick, the undead rushed forward again.

They were afraid that if they moved too slowly, they would be hit with a stick.

Who would be willing to suffer humiliation after death after having suffered so much in life?

At this time, the young man suddenly said: "Women are so vicious. What a crime it is to squeeze out a few more souls!"

When Po Meng heard this, she sneered, rolled her eyes at the young man, and said to herself: Sure enough, he is a new ghost who knows nothing about the world.

When I arrived in the underworld, I still thought about using the principles of the yang world.

With her hands on her hips, Granny Meng reprimanded the young man, "I don't care what your status is in life, you must obediently obey my rules when you come here!"

After finishing speaking, her fire stick was about to hit the top of the young man's head.

Unexpectedly, the young man just turned his body slightly, and she missed it with a stick.

Granny Meng opened her eyes wide and said, "Okay, I was a Lianjiazi when I was alive!"

These dead souls have never crossed the Naihe bridge, and before drinking Mengpo soup, they still remember the martial arts moves from their previous lives.

It's just that the body is more flexible, but the internal force cannot be used.

If that's the case, Po Meng still doesn't have to be afraid of her.

She was already very angry at this moment, and she didn't care about whether the soup was hot or not. She walked around the big soup pot, pushed away a few dead souls, and walked towards the young man.

This young man is none other than Jun Wu.

As expected, Meng Po was irritated by Jun Wu's few words.

Seeing Po Meng push away all the ghosts and walk in front of him, Jun Wu suddenly stretched out his arms and grabbed her neck.

That Meng Po never thought that a dead ghost with no soul power would strike so quickly.

Not to mention that Jun Wu's palm power is so strong!
There is not much difference between internal force and soul force, except that one can only be used in the underworld, and the other can only be used in the yang world.

Ordinarily, the undead who just came to Naihe Bridge should have no soul power, and their strength is like that of a child.

And Meng Po has 50 years of soul power, wishing she could break Jun Wu's palm with ease.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Jun Wu's palm is like an iron hoop grabbing her throat.

No matter how Po Meng struggled, she couldn't escape Jun Wu's restraint.

Jun Wu's arm was slowly raised, and Meng Po, who was much shorter than Jun Wu, was lifted up by him.

Po Meng kicked her feet indiscriminately, and even if she no longer had to breathe, she was in great pain as her neck was firmly stuck.

Po Meng wasn't very beautiful in the first place, but now she has a ferocious face, she looks very scary.

And those undead who had not yet crossed the Naihe Bridge were so frightened that they almost ascended to heaven again when they saw this scene.

Jun Wu looked at them with a pair of majestic eyes, and suddenly said: "Everyone will cross the bridge after drinking the soup consciously.

Otherwise, let your soul fly away! "

These undead were even more frightened at this time and did not dare to delay any longer.

All the ghosts rushed to the big furnace in panic, rushed to drink Meng Po soup with a wooden spoon, and then stumbled across the Naihe Bridge.

There is a black nether ahead, and they don't know what is waiting for them.

After drinking Mengpo soup, these dead spirits have instantly forgotten what happened on the bridge.

But these undead always feel that there seems to be a pair of gloomy and cold eyes staring at them behind them.

This feeling made these undead spirits not dare to stop for a moment, as if they would be strangled by the owner of those eyes if they slowed down.

There were a lot of dead spirits lined up on the Naihe Bridge.

It will take half a day at the fastest to drink soup step by step.

Unexpectedly, after being drunk by Jun Wu, he drank the soup and entered the netherworld after only a moment.

But the bridge was actually empty, only Jun Wu and Meng Po were left.

At this time, Po Meng had already rolled her eyes, but she couldn't faint.

After Jun Wu confirmed that the last dead ghost had also entered the Netherworld, he looked at Po Meng with a pair of gloomy eyes.

At this time, Po Meng was extremely desperate.

Why do some undead have such powerful power just after arriving in the underworld!

However, the underworld is extremely lax these days, and there are no ghosts here to inspect.

Seeing that this young man doesn't let go, his 50-year soul power will be sucked away by this kid!

The confused Meng Po turned out to beg Jun Wu for mercy with snot and tears in her nose and tears: "My lord! Please spare me, my lord!
The old man is just the most common ghost messenger, and he is not welcome in the underworld, so...he is here to do hard work. "

Po Meng wanted to raise her hand to slap herself a few times.

He couldn't lift his hands at all.

She had to keep crying, showing an aggrieved but extremely ugly expression.

Jun Wu doesn't talk nonsense with her.

He just reached out and pulled a small gourd from Po Meng's waist.

This move shocked Po Meng's heart.

She originally thought that Jun Wu was just a junior who didn't know much about the world, and she wanted to stand up for those dead ghosts self-righteously.

Who knew that this kid was so cunning that he wanted to snatch her sober wine as soon as he made a move.

If he didn't have this sobering wine, he might be so fascinated by Meng Po soup that he would forget a memory.

If another ghost finds out that he has lost such an important thing, he will have to hang up!

This time, Meng Po really hoarsed and howled at the top of her lungs: "My lord, spare me! Don't take my gourd!"

Jun Wu ignored Granny Meng's yelling, and put the gourd into his bosom.

Then Jun Wu picked up Po Meng and threw it towards the cauldron where she made the soup.

Po Meng had to drink soup for many dead spirits every day, so her pot was huge.

There is soup in it that keeps tumbling and boiling.

Meng Po screamed and fell into the soup pot, her hands and feet fluttered, and she swallowed several mouthfuls of soup.

For a moment, her thoughts became muddled, only the hot soup kept tormenting Po Meng.

The cauldron kept tumbling, and Po Meng couldn't help screaming.

I don't know when someone will hear her call and come to rescue her.

Jun Wu snorted coldly, then walked towards the Netherworld.

On that side, his fiancée, three apprentices, and Wangnian acquaintance Sha Xing are waiting for him.

The Pluto is hidden even deeper, and I don't know what plans he has for the world.

(End of this chapter)