The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 148
The ice blade shook, and it was put into Qiao Yimo's hands in a blink of an eye.

Qiao Yimo's hand trembled, and the ice blade disappeared, "Gao Lang? This is..."

Fu Moshen speculated, "He may have just been summoned to the underworld by you, and he is not very used to it."

Qiao Yimo said very seriously, "No, I didn't summon him."

Who knows why he suddenly appeared?But absolutely nothing to do with her.

Fu Moshen, who couldn't laugh or cry, supported himself and sat up, "I'll go to Yan Jun first to see the situation, I..."

"Look for Po Meng!" Qiao Yimo said, "I remember what Yan Jun said just now. I guess he wants to take Huier to do something. I'll go to Naihe Bridge first."

For the time being, it can only be like this first!
Fu Moshen followed Yan Jun, and Qiao Yimo went to find Po Meng.

When Po Meng saw Qiao Yimo, she was about to ask her about her going to the Yangjian, when she suddenly asked, "Why did you bring a knife with you?"

Qiao Yimo immediately explained, "It's not a knife, it's a friend."

Gao Lang doesn't seem to be able to transform into a human form in the underworld, so let's take it with you for the time being.

Meng Po suddenly felt Yan Jun's call, and she leaned into Qiao Yimo's ear and said, "I want to retreat with him, there will be no one here to throw Meng Po's soup."

"It's me!" Qiao Yimo said without hesitation, "You are all for Fu Moshen, so of course I have to do my part."

It is estimated that Po Meng will not go for too long.

Granny Meng patted her on the shoulder in satisfaction, "Okay, I'll leave it to you, come on."

"Please." Qiao Yimo smiled, "Remember to ask him to come to me."

Granny Meng looked at her teasingly, "Yo, they can't be separated for a while."

Qiao Yimo rolled his eyes, "Go and help me, I'm going to continue practicing!"

Practice handing Mengpo soup.

Po Meng watched Qiao Yimo walking to the tank in a decent manner, and was about to leave, when Qiao Yimo stopped her again, "What's wrong?"

"There's no soup!" Qiao Yimo said anxiously, "Where can I get water to make soup?"

Of course she knows all kinds of things in the underworld, and this pot of Mengpo soup is definitely not easy to cook.

Granny Meng motioned her to look at the Wangchuan River, and she really did.

A vast expanse.

"It's Granny Meng. If there's not enough water, make up for it." Granny Meng said it as a matter of course, "But be careful, don't drop it."

Qiao Yimo trembled inexplicably, and suddenly a sense of fear rose.

She blinked, "That...if it falls, I'll disappear."

Po Meng couldn't help laughing, but nodded her head, agreeing with Qiao Yimo's statement, "Yes, if you fall in, you will disappear!"

This sentence is half true and half false.

Qiao Yimo was just helping Po Meng distribute Meng Po soup, and didn't consider things that were too complicated.

She vowed, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

While they were talking, there was not even a single ghost.

Qiao Yimo thought it was quite unusual.

After all, in the vast world, even if there is no disaster, there will not be a swarm of souls, nor will there be none.

Po Meng saw Qiao Yimo's doubts, "I told them to line up, I'll go first!"

"Goodbye!" Qiao Yimo waved his hand.

She first filled the tank with Wangchuan water, rolled up her sleeves and started working.

"Come on, line up, one bowl, one ghost."

This yelled like a vegetable seller.

Qiao Yimo tried her best to pass Mengpo soup, and when the ghosts lined up to walk across the Naihe Bridge, she moved her shoulders a little.

Isn't Granny Meng doing the same thing every day?

Let her pass it for an hour and her head starts to hurt.

"Miss, you are so pretty."

Qiao Yimo touched the kid's little head and sighed, "Be obedient, drink it and leave."

The little ghost drank Mengpo soup and continued to move forward.

Probably because of Qiao Yimo's gentle behavior, the number of ghosts chatting with her gradually increased.

They didn't pick up the soup from Qiao Yimo's hand, but lamented life and death.

"One by one, drink all the soup and then cross the bridge, or you will be beaten by me, then drink the soup and then cross the bridge."

All the ghosts turned their heads and looked at the hostile Fu Moshen, trembling involuntarily.

Fu Moshen walked in front of Qiao Yimo, picked up a bowl of soup, and handed it to the ghost in front, "Drink!"

The ghost quickly took it, drank it, and ran away!

This ghost only dared to take a bowl and drink soup, but didn't dare to say a word.

Qiao Yimo tugged on Fu Moshen's sleeve lightly, and leaned on his back, "Don't be angry, they didn't say anything."

Fu Mo snorted coldly, "What do they want to say?"

As soon as he saw Qiao Yimo surrounded by a large group of ghosts, he became angry.

Qiao Yimo was amused, "Okay, I'll pass her the soup, you can accompany me."

She knew at a glance that Fu Moshen was not feeling well and was holding on.

Fu Mo sighed deeply, standing behind Qiao Yimo like a door god.

Because of Fu Moshen as the flower protector, no ghost dared to stay any longer, and didn't even dare to lift his head, so he drank the soup in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Qiao Yimo moved her wrist, and when she heard Fu Moshen say "I'll stand for you for a while", she stared blankly forward.

Zhang Jin brought a new batch of ghosts and walked over slowly.

"Hey, Fu Moshen, look, he's an acquaintance of my dad." Qiao Yimo said "my dad's".

Fu Moshen followed Qiao Yimo's gaze, and said with a sneer, "Isn't this the uncle who wanted to play tricks at the beginning? What's his name?"

Qiao Yimo shook his head, "Maybe it's because I've been in the underworld for so long that I don't even remember it!"

While they were talking, the uncle walked up to them.

When the uncle saw Qiao Yimo who was distributing Mengpo soup, he was shocked and said, "You, you are dead..."

It would be impossible for a mortal to stand in the underworld, right?
Qiao Yimo didn't explain either, and said whatever the uncle said, "Why did you pass away so early?"

Is it the current newspaper?
Qiao Yimo suppressed the following words, not wanting to cause any psychological shadow to the ghost.

The uncle burst into tears in front of Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo frowned impatiently, she shouldn't talk to the uncle, just tell him to drink the soup directly.

The uncle didn't notice Qiao Yimo's expression, and cried, "My daughter and son killed each other and died, and I, I committed suicide too!"

Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows, "Cannibalism?"

Are you acting in a TV show?
Qiao Yimo felt emotional while listening to the uncle talking about the ins and outs of the incident.

Nothing more than money.

She handed the soup to the uncle, "Don't think about it anymore, just drink it and it's over."

"Okay!" The uncle sniffed his nose, and after drinking Meng Po soup, he...disappeared?

Qiao Yimo was shocked, and shouted in desperation, "Fu Moshen!"

Fu Moshen rushed to Qiao Yimo's side one step at a time, looking warily at the place where the uncle disappeared.

The other ghosts showed no surprise, but felt that Fu Moshen and Qiao Yimo had overreacted.

(End of this chapter)