I abused the slys a thousand times, and the slys treated me like first love

Chapter 45 Granny Meng's Soup
The king of Hades Yandu has been in the human world for more than three months, and a whole day has passed in the underworld. All the ghosts and gods have never seen their king.

However, where the king has gone is not their business.The king's freedom is out of their control.

Maharaja Yandu, a model worker in the underworld, has been missing for a day inconceivably, and Heicha God is even more puzzled. This has never happened in thousands of years.

However, their little ones really don't care what Pluto does.

Their king has always been the time of the underworld, what time does he do, where does he go, what time does he say.Maharaja Yandu followed the steps step by step, without any difference at all.

Pluto is like a circular clock, from 12 o'clock to another 12 o'clock, and it has never changed for thousands of years.

Such "eternity" seems to have stopped time and space.Apart from the differences among the little ghosts, Pluto has become the "standard" of the underworld, and he is the standard.

As a kind of content, time is a kind of power, without this power, it is boring.

But boring time is spatialized time, it is empty, and everything is uniform in it, and every part in boring is uniform and the same, so it is boring.

The "emptiness" and "eternity" of the underworld all reveal the fact: how boring!
This moment is the same as that moment, nothing new comes out, so it becomes spatialized, and the space is also boring.

So in the underworld, Maharaja Yandu did the same thing day after day, and seemed to have some "ideas": go to the world to have some fun!

The idea started out as just an idea, and he never really got around to it.But at this moment, he is "having fun" in the world!
Even if it was forced, he would enjoy it, although Maharaja Yandu did not admit it.

If Lord Yandu had not been kidnapped by Nan Xiao, then he had not changed in the underworld, from here to there, and from there to here.

In spatialized time, the ghost remains the same moment by moment without any change.Immortality may also mean "death".

If there is no "new" meaning, it will lose its vitality and become "one layer unchanged".In a short life, people will grow old, constantly moving and changing, but have a sense of "life".

Everything is continuous in time, so there is a feeling of "alive".This is the biggest difference from the underworld.

Maharaja Yandu, the king of the underworld, is currently experiencing the feeling of being "alive" in the world.This is much more interesting than "immortality"!
In the eyes of the Heicha gods, their king has always lived in seclusion, has no special hobbies, and only one thing in this life: managing the underworld, a thousand-year-old bachelor.

The Black Fork God has followed Pluto for hundreds of years, and he knows Pluto's daily life very well.

Pluto's super rationality and absolute principles make ghosts daunted.Those little ghosts who came to bribe them, all kinds of gods, were deeply moved.

Asking the Majesty Yandu for extrajudicial grace is simply a waste of time.Their Pluto is a Pixiu who can only enter and exit.

Bribes are fine, and all gifts are accepted. As for your request, I'm sorry, but we can't talk about it in principle.

Maharaja Yandu naturally doesn't have any good relationship with ghosts or gods. Pluto only has his Dharma in his eyes, which is supreme and cannot be changed.

Heicha God couldn't find his king, so he had nothing to do and ran to Naihe Bridge.Granny Meng has free food and drink.

In fact, it's not free, it's just that Heicha God has no sense of shame, and he doesn't need to worry about his face. He always eats whatever he wants, and he doesn't care what the hell is EQ.

"Hey, Meng Po, did you know that I'm coming today?"

The Heicha God had a playful smile on his face, and started to drink Po Meng's soup without saying a word.That huge soup pot was boiling every day, one pot after another.

The soup that makes the soul forget the past, only needs a small bowl to work.Crossing the bridge of Naihe is another new life.

This soup entered the mouth of Heicha God, and it was no different from being flushed into the sewer.You just pour it in, and he can drink it all, no matter how it tastes.

This guy who doesn't understand soup comes to drink her soup every day. For Po Meng, it is a waste of art.She has an indescribable disgust for the Black Fork God.

"Meng Po, you boiled too much soup today, what a waste!"

Granny Meng didn't cook much soup, which was the same as usual, but today it was very strange. There was no soul who came to drink the soup, which was really puzzling.

"Meng Po, your soup is a bit sweet today." Heicha God couldn't see any expression on half of his face, but there was a trace of flattery in his voice.

Meng Po didn't pay attention to Heicha God, she pointed her finger in one direction.Chanting a spell in her mouth, a few seconds later, a lot of paper money from the world was in her hand.

Paper money in the world is a way to communicate with the gods, and Meng Po's soup is also advancing with the times. She reads some human stories on these paper money.

Turn their thoughts into a part of the soup for the souls who come to reincarnate to drink.This is a little selfishness of Po Meng.After all, she didn't!
She wanted the ghosts who drank her soup to forget the past and retain a little bit of emotion, at least in the human world, they still have someone to miss.

There are as many paper money as there are mountains, and they are passed on through fire pujas.Po Meng can always receive these messages when she is on the Naihe Bridge between humans and ghosts.

Her soup is unusual, full of emotion and meaning in life.Only the souls who have drunk it know that Po Meng's soup is their last souvenir in this world.

Only half of the body of the Heicha God drank the whole pot of soup. He has no memory and no future. To him, this soup is just soup.There is no taste at all.

With a wave of Po Meng's hand, a thick wooden spoon fell from the sky, and the pot was quickly filled with soup.

Po Meng turned the new paper money collected into the soup base and put it into the pot.There are many longing words written on the paper money,
"I miss you so much."

"You must live well."

"Thank you!"

"I love you."…

Po Meng stirred these thoughts into the pot.Stirring constantly with a large spoon, the colorless soup turned white, red, yellow, green, blue, purple, and finally became darker and thicker.

The body of the Heicha God quickly disassembled, turning into pieces, and suddenly turned into a wooden spoon, trying to mix it into the pot.

Lord Yandu was away, and Heicha God was also bored. He wanted to help Po Meng make soup, but his feet, hands, and half of his face turned into spoons, and then fell into the soup pot one after another. He wanted to stir the high-quality soup.

Meng Po was startled, and with a wave of her hand, the big wooden spoon "swished" a few times, and the head, thighs, arms, buttocks, etc. of Heicha God were beaten aside.

The body in one piece or another seemed to have eyes, and they ran away in embarrassment, leaving only the half of the face, which was firmly stuck to Granny Meng's wooden spoon, and could not come off.

He smiled awkwardly and flatteringly at Granny Meng, who had no expression on her face, and with a hard shake, half of her face flew into the sky.

Not even the screams could be heard.

"Unreasonable dead woman." Heisha God quickly assembled his body, and left angrily, he wanted to find his king.

Your Majesty, where have you been?

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Looking at the unusually quiet Styx, Po Meng had an ominous premonition.

"It's been a long time since no soul has passed by. This is somewhat unusual."

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(End of this chapter)