Grumpy Cat's Way Home

At the dinner table, the two stared at each other, and didn't know what to talk about, but it was Li Liang who asked some simple questions about cultivation, which made the atmosphere less embarrassing.

Song Xi was concerned about her status as Qiusheng, so she shouldn't appear too chatty, otherwise it would be a good topic for the two of them to discuss about Grandma Zhang.

While talking about his practice, Song Xi asked him what he usually does when running errands, and what kind of rewards he will get when he finishes.According to Li Liang, every time a task is completed, a certain amount of credit can be obtained, and the credit is divided into levels.

Similar to the points system, different grades can be exchanged for different points, and points can be exchanged for certain physical objects such as necessities of life, wishes, or blessings and longevity.

As for what tasks are there, just go to the bull head and horse face to get them.

When Song Xi asked if he could take her with him when he went on missions in the future, Li Liang was both surprised and delighted.

The joy is that I have obtained a powerful team member, so the tasks I can do are more selective and the rewards are more.

What surprised me was that such an idle ghost suddenly figured out how to do something. Could it be that he was moved by my sincerity?

I'm afraid it's not a good time.

Without further ado, after agreeing to meet the next day, Song Xi wandered around alone.

Although Qiusheng has long been familiar with every brick here, Song Xi wants to use his own perspective to see the familiar standard equipment of the underworld, such as Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, and Bianhua.

After all, it is the first time to come, familiarizing with the new map inch by inch is something that the Scenic Party never tires of, and it is the top priority.

The group of ghosts lined up to lead Meng Potang in an orderly manner. Occasionally, there would be a little splash in the team, but it calmed down soon.

Standing by the Wangchuan River, Song Xi seemed to see the river in his hometown when he was a child. The river itself is not very wide, about 30 meters wide and 20 meters deep.

On one side is a stone embankment, and on the other side is a slowly rising vegetable field and paddy field.

Usually, the river bottom is shallow and flowing. When I was a child, I turned over stones to catch crabs and occasionally groupers.The water was only knee high.

The deep place is generally where the river bends or meets the tributaries, and there will be deep pools, where accidents often occur.

When I was young, my parents were always preventing their children from going swimming in such deep pools in summer, but adults were busy with their affairs, so they couldn't take care of them most of the time.

Song Xi has always thought that this is what this river looks like, warm, trickling, that gentle scenery.

Until that year, there was a flood, and there were several days of heavy rain that summer.

The river water rose visibly with the naked eye.

After the rainstorm stopped, Song Xi walked to the bridge that he often passed by, and the water that was about to overflow the river bed rushed in.

For the first time, she knew what it meant to be frightened.

There are no splashes on the water surface, and occasionally there will be a vortex. The river water is like a silent monster, slowly passing by under the nose without making a sound, and the atmosphere dare not come out.

At that moment, she seemed to see that the whole river was a dragon, it meanders forward at a leisurely pace, but no one dared to stop its progress, even the thought made her tremble.

Occasionally, some water gushes up from the top of the stone embankment on the left, and the vegetable fields and farmland on the right have been submerged, and the river has doubled in size.

At that moment, Song Xi knew why the embankment was so high, and why no one built a house to live within a hundred meters of the river. In the following years, Song Xi knew that there would be such a flood basically every ten years.

This is the experience and wisdom of the folks in getting along with nature.

The Wangchuan River is now like a warm and affectionate hometown river.

In Qiusheng's memory, Wang Chuanhe also had a moment similar to a great flood. Later, it was rumored that there was a big monster making trouble in the underworld, and the underworld suffered heavy losses that year.

Even the bull's head and horse face died in that storm, and the current bull's head and horse face is no longer the original ghost.

The side of the river where Song Xi was standing was full of red flowers, without branches and leaves, only petals crowded together.

In Qiusheng's memory, after each ghost drank Mengpo soup, its memory would become a flower of the other side, growing by the river.

The soul crossed the bridge of Naihe, and the memory remained on the other side. When he looked back on the other side, he felt something in his heart, as if something was lost.

However, it was over, and when his heart was completely untouched, the flower of the other shore would wither.

"On the bank of the Wangchuan River, beside the Naihe Bridge, I held the sword in one hand. In a few rounds, the king of Hades fell into the flowers on the other bank, and the sword energy fell, and the entire flower on the other bank was cut off by its roots, and flew away in all directions. The ghost crowd looked at the sky full of flowers and rain, and cheered in unison."

Suddenly, the scene of Feizhu's straight man writing a hero's main essay appeared in his mind, and Song Xi covered his face.

"Give me back my worries, my little literary novels——"

It must have been with him for a long time, this person is poisonous.Song Xi thought to himself.

The Wangchuan River hummed a little song, flowing happily away from her feet.

I don't have the heart to mourn the spring and autumn here, so go to other places.

Looking at the Naihe Bridge not far away from him, and the ghosts queuing up to drink soup, Song Xi felt for the first time that 996 and 8116 were weak.

Po Meng and those little ghosts who distribute the soup are the real heroes, okay?

One job is a lifetime, no matter day or night, there is no end in sight, unless there is a ghost to replace it.

Such a high-intensity job must be rewarded a lot, Song Xi is now full of points.

In Qiusheng's memory, Po Meng was just like a bull's head and a horse's face, just a position, like a director, director or something.

And the ghosts who hold these positions all have certain requirements. Now this Granny Meng has worked for many years, at least Qiusheng hasn't changed during the time she's here.

Po Meng was sitting on the recliner, squinting her eyes and dozed off, while a few little ghosts were sharing the soup.

Song Xi wobbled to Granny Meng's side.

Sensing someone approaching, Po Meng opened her eyes, and was about to angrily scold some brat for being ignorant, but when she saw Song Xi, she closed her mouth.

"Qiu Sheng, long time no see." Granny Meng greeted in a muffled voice, with a hoarse tone that hadn't woken up.

"Long time no see, Granny Meng." Song Xi also greeted briefly.

"When did you come back?" Meng Po yawned and asked.

"It's just today, it's been a while." Song Xi squatted down, watching the ghosts walking past one by one.I stood for a long time just now, and my legs were a little sore.

"No wonder, I said I didn't see you yesterday." Granny Meng stood up and stretched.

"Do you want soup? I'll bring it to you, you can jump in line~" Granny Meng actually glanced at Song Xi, and said to Song Xi with a little playfulness.

"What soup?" It's not Song Xi's fault. Not long after eating, there was no soup on the table, which made her very uncomfortable.

"What kind of soup do you want? I only have Po Meng's soup here." Po Meng stopped scooping up the soup.