The Real Daughter Tells Fortunes Live

Chapter 259 Yun Fusheng: Little Meng Meng, here’s a bowl of soup

"What's wrong?" Su Libai was confused.

"Can you take good care of my body?" Yun Fusheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Of course." Su Libai said, and Yun Fusheng called Qing Yan out and asked her to go to the underworld together.

Immediately afterwards, Yun Fusheng leaned against Su Libai and closed her eyes. This happened in an instant. Others could not see it, but Su Libai could see it clearly.

Yun Fusheng gently waved his hand and opened the ghost door that other cultivators had struggled to open, and then walked in with Qing Yan in a swagger.

He could even see the ghosts inside the ghost gate. When they saw Yun Fusheng, they would give way respectfully.

Su Libai stared blankly at the ghost gate that had disappeared. He wanted to know more and more who this Yun Fusheng was.

"Master Yun." Gui Cha greeted Yun Fusheng respectfully when he saw her. Yun Fusheng waved her hand. She did not take Qing Yan directly to Cui Jue, but took her to Naihe Bridge.

"Hey, Girl Yun, you haven't been here for a long time!" Po Meng was very happy when she saw Yun Fusheng.

"Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time, but why are you looking like this again?" Yun Fusheng looked at Po Meng's old lady-like appearance.

She knew how beautiful Mrs. Meng was, but she didn't know why. Every time she worked, Mrs. Meng didn't seem to like to look the way she was.

"I listened to you and tried to use it once, but the ghosts who wanted to drink Meng Po's soup were all stuck here. What can I do?" Meng Po sighed, and Yun Fusheng covered her mouth and laughed.

"Little Mengmeng, here's a bowl of soup." Yun Fusheng called to Po Meng. Po Meng didn't say anything more and directly served Yun Fusheng a bowl of soup.

The ghost officers on the side looked at this scene helplessly, and they were all helpless. The only one who dared to call Po Meng that way was Yun Fusheng.

Moreover, they all couldn't figure it out. Yun Fusheng also drank Meng Po soup, and other ghosts would forget their future and past events, but Yun Fusheng didn't react at all.

"Little girl, do you want a bowl of soup?" Po Meng looked at Qing Yan, but before Qing Yan could speak, Yun Fusheng stopped her.

"Little Mengmeng, please come on, Qingyan is my ghost now. After drinking your Mengpo soup, can she still come with me?" Yun Fusheng rolled her eyes. "So it's your messenger?" Po Meng took back the hand that brought the soup.

"Well, little Mengmeng, I'm leaving first. I still have business to go to Lao Cui." Yun Fusheng looked at Po Meng, who waved her hand.

Yun Fusheng took Qing Yan to Naihe Bridge, and Qing Yan saw her familiar figure from a distance.

"Go forward, don't crowd." The ghost messenger directed the ghost who drank Meng Po soup to go on the right path.

"Qiu Lang..." Qingyan wanted to step forward, but thinking that he had forgotten everything in the past, Qingyan stopped abruptly.

"Go and have a chat with him." Yun Fusheng looked at Qing Yan, who hesitated for a while and nodded.

"Please go..." Qiu Lang felt a ghost stopped in front of him and hurriedly pointed to the side, but the ghost in front of him didn't seem to leave.

Qing Yan just stood there and looked at Qiu Lang quietly.

"You... girl, have we met before?" Qiu Lang looked at Qing Yan's familiar face and asked doubtfully.

"It seems not. I see you are here all the time. Don't you feel bored?" Qing Yan shook her head gently.

"It seems okay. Besides, something in my head is telling me that I must stay here." He didn't know why, but he seemed to be willing to tell the woman in front of him his own affairs.

"Then are you happy here?" Qingyan asked with her eyes slightly red.

"Well, I'm happy and satisfied." After Qiu Lang finished speaking, he went to guide other ghosts.

Qing Yan looked at Qiu Lang and returned to Yun Fusheng.

"Are you in a good mood after seeing him?" Yun Fusheng looked at Qing Yan, who nodded.

(End of chapter)