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Chapter 1272 The Other Side 2
A woman walked barefoot to the bank of Naihe Bridge, dressed in a flowing red dress, with picturesque eyebrows, she was so beautiful, she was extremely beautiful.

She stretched out her hand, revealing a pair of small white hands from under the red dress, with green fingers, accompanying Granny Meng, silently helping her.

On the side of the gloomy and gloomy Naihe Bridge, there is such a beautiful figure, which is a bit pleasing to the eye.

Some of these ghosts are willing to drink Mengpo soup and re-enter reincarnation, but some people are so obsessed with it that they refuse to drink the soup and insist on guarding the bridge of Naihe, wandering around in the underworld.

After a long time, the woman bowed to Po Meng gently, and walked back barefoot without making a sound.

As soon as she left, a ghost couldn't help asking curiously: "Who is this girl?"

"Oh, that's Miss Huan." You Gui replied calmly.

"Miss Huan? I've never heard of such a number one person." A ghost asked.

"Hey, this Miss Huan is very likely to be the future wife of King Hades!" A ghost replied with winking eyebrows.

"Oh~" Yougui responded meaningfully.

Suddenly, the surrounding atmosphere became slightly colder, and when she opened her eyes to look over, it was Granny Meng who stopped scooping up the soup and looked at the place quietly.

The ghosts all closed their mouths obediently, bowed their heads and did things, pretending that they had never talked about anything.

Seeing the ghosts who became calm again, Po Meng lowered her eyes and continued to ladle the soup, everything was as usual.

The woman... Maybe she should be called Miss Huan. After walking for a long time, Miss Huan came to a small wooden house. She was about to open the door to enter, but found a Bana flower in front of the window. He took down the Bana flower by the window, looked down at the beautifully blooming flower, opened the door without saying a word, and conveniently put the Bana flower in the bottle again.

There are already several other flowers in the bottle, and now it's just another one.

Reaching out to touch the petals, she turned and walked towards the bed.

He lay down, and after a few seconds, he closed his eyes a little slowly, and fell asleep like this.

The underworld has always been like this, there is no distinction between day and night, and naturally there is no need to sleep, but Miss Huan is different, she seems to have her own time in her heart, and she will go to sleep when the time comes, which is also a strange thing.

When the time came, Miss Huan woke up with her eyes wide open, got out of bed, looked for a while at the well-opened Bana flowers on the bottle, then pushed the door silently, walked to the bridge of Naihe, and helped Po Meng scoop the soup.

Day after day, repeated, monotonous and boring.

It may have been a few months, or it may have been a few years, or it may have been a few decades, anyway, time is meaningless in the underworld.

There are no more ghosts today than in the past. It seems that the world is still relatively peaceful. Before Miss Huan left, ghosts were no longer visible, leaving only some ghosts who were too obsessed and did not want to leave.

Miss Huan won't leave even if she has nothing to do, so she stays obediently and cooks soup with Po Meng.

Granny Meng didn't stop her, and the two of them just boiled the soup silently.

A female ghost floated over.

Curiously looking at the well-behaved Miss Huan, she suddenly leaned forward, revealing a terrifying face bleeding from all seven orifices. Miss Huan didn't even pause in her hand movements, as if such behavior was meaningless to her, and the fact is true. in this way.

(End of this chapter)