As a result, it is possible to achieve success.

However, at this moment, a familiar aura suddenly passed by me! "

Gently blowing on the soup, Meng Po looked at Hei Yang with a half-smile: "Guess who is this familiar breath?"

Hei Yang: "..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 116: As long as I buy two straws, no one will know that I drink two cups alone

"Yeah, who is this person?"

Heiyang showed a puzzled expression: "Let me guess, first exclude me, then...

Oh, yes! I just saw a very tall and fierce horse outside, it must be this!

Oh my god, that’s what I thought. Why did it look a little strange? Turns out it was the horse-faced demon from the underworld that came out!

Oh, by the way, does it have a brother, the Bull Head, running out with it?

Ha, they are going too far. If we let them go unpunished like this, where will the face of the underworld be?

How about this? You let me go first, and I will help you capture the Horse-Faced Monster and the Ox-Headed Monster!

Humph, don't worry, I'm black... What I hate most in my life is the minotaur. If I see one, I'll just go up and chop it down..."

"Your mouth is much better than before. You must have practiced it a lot in recent years."

Meng Po still had a kind face: "Okay, stop guessing, it's you, kid.

Also, don't retreat stealthily, there is no way back."

"You must have remembered it wrongly!"

Hei Yang was about to cry: "Well, you receive thousands of people every day on Naihe Bridge, it's normal to be face-blind occasionally!

Not to mention that sixteen years have passed, so my statute of limitations should have expired..."

"Indeed, day by day, year by year, we receive quite a lot of people."

Meng Po sighed: "However, there are always a few little troublemakers here that I remember deeply."

"The little troublemaker must be the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced One!"

"It's you."

"Oh……"

Hei Yang said with a sad face: "This is already... It's already a matter of my previous life. Please don't bear grudges and let me go. Please!"

"How can this be possible? If you are allowed to go unpunished, where will the face of the underworld be?"

Meng Po suddenly smiled embarrassedly.

"To be honest, I'm going to retire next year. I always wanted to have no regrets before retirement, but you're the regret I ended up with. Maybe this is what goes around, good goes around. "

Hei Yang: "???"

You might as well put it more clearly. Whoever does evil will be punished with evil. Whoever does evil will be punished with evil!

Don't you think the character you are playing now is the villain? !

Pushing someone to death with a kind smile on your face?

"That is to say..."

Heiyang suddenly felt a little out of breath, and his voice trembled: "In other words, as long as I hide for another year, everything will be fine?"

So his good luck over the years must have been concentrated before he turned sixteen!

And then the days ahead are over?

"That's not it!"

Meng Po looked at Hei Yang and sighed, "Everyone can only drink one bowl of this Meng Po soup, one bowl less or one bowl more is not acceptable.

The bowl of soup in your previous life took sixteen years to make, and this bowl of soup has also been waiting for you for sixteen years."

"Could it be..."

Heiyang pursed his lips tightly and said unwillingly: "Am I destined not to live to the age of seventeen in my two lifetimes? Is this my fate!"

Damn it, he is unwilling to accept this, my life is determined by...

"Thinking too much."

Meng Po knocked the side of the pot with a spoon: "It's just a coincidence, and haven't you already turned seventeen?"

"Ah?"

Heiyang's spellcasting was interrupted and he tilted his head: "Yes."

"Don't be right."

Meng Po filled the bowl and handed it to Hei Yang: "Drink it while it's hot, it will affect the taste if it gets cold.

What, do you still want grandma to feed you? Open your mouth, ah——"

"Ah, I don't think I can get used to it. How about you try it for me first?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's pretty good."

"I think I should give you a hard drink."

Heiyang looked at the reflection in the bowl, his Adam's apple rolling: "Really, can't we discuss it..."

"I can't."

Meng Po shook her head and suddenly showed a vigilant expression: "If you dare to use me as mouthwash again this time, I will pour this pot of soup into your stomach!"

Heiyang: “!!!”

"No, you didn't mean..."

Heiyang crossed his hands over his chest in defense: "Didn't you say that this soup is very precious and that we can't drink one more bowl?!"

"Anyway, I've already made an exception for you, so whatever you want."

Meng Po said nonchalantly: "Don't you think about how many bowls of soup I have to serve every day? It would be strange if it is really that precious.

According to what you said in your previous life, this is hunger marketing, to establish a brand image and enhance the credibility of the underworld..."

"As expected, just because you are about to retire, you are awesome. You dare to say anything..."

Heiyang covered his mouth tightly, his voice coming out from between his fingers: "You said I am an exception, so make an exception and let me go."

"No, there are big and small exceptions."

Meng Po refused to drink a drop of water: "Drink it yourself quickly, grandma doesn't want to do it herself.

Drink it quickly, drink a bowl of soup, and forget all about this life and past life..."

"Forget... forget it all..."

Heiyang was stunned. Vivid figures flashed through his mind. The laughter and scolding of his loved ones were still vivid. Was he really going to forget them?

"Hey, why is the child crying?"

Meng Po showed a puzzled look: "I remember that you were very happy to drink the soup last time. Although you were reluctant to do so, except for using the soup as mouthwash, you were very cooperative in the rest, right?"

It was because of Heiyang's cooperative attitude that she let down her guard!

"Last life, this life..."

Heiyang sobbed and whispered, "Can you please just forget my last life, but don't let me forget this one..."

"what?"

"The second bowl is half price..."

Heiyang argued softly, "So I can only pay for half of the memory, right?"

Madam Meng: "..."

"no!"

Meng Po refused the half-price ticket.

"Then we can only..."

Heiyang lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, slowly drew out his sword, and looked at Meng Po: "No!"

"Ok?"

Meng Po showed a surprised expression: "How dare you draw your sword against me?"

"It's more or less a psychological comfort."

Heiyang sniffed, wiped his tears, and looked at Meng Po: "Although I know it's useless."

"Then do you know what the consequences will be if you draw your sword against me?"

Meng Po's face darkened: "Aren't you afraid that your soul will be scattered and you won't even have the chance to reincarnate?"

"It's better to be dead than to be forgotten! I might as well be dead!"

Hei Yang roared, "Come on! Either I stay in this life, or I die in this life with my soul torn apart. Forget about reincarnation!

Come on, do it, kill me..."

"let me……"

Heiyang choked up and said, "Let the soul fly away... let the spirit scatter..."

"..."

Meng Po was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "In this life, there are people you care about who you can't let go of, right?"

"Um……"

Heiyang's face gradually calmed down, his eyes reddened: "I know that for people in your profession, you have to see this kind of separation of life and death countless times a day, and it is already commonplace.

But for me, it's a once in a lifetime thing.

Just think that I am ungrateful and slap me to death, then laugh at me and say: This child is so naive, when he experiences more, he will know that there is nothing that cannot be let go.

But for me, the more experiences I have, the harder it is to let go.”

"..."

Meng Po shook her head and lifted the pot, revealing the supporting stones underneath.

"Don't say that grandma didn't take care of you. Carve the person you can't let go of on this little Sansheng stone. When you come back in the next life, you can still remember them when you see this.

Life after life, maybe we will have a chance to meet again in the future."

"No."

Heiyang's voice had calmed down completely: "It's enough for them to be engraved in my heart."

"You are pushing yourself into a dead end."

"I'm at the end of my rope."

Heiyang looked up at the sky, which was gray and hazy: "Really, is there no other way?"

"The rest of the road will only be worse than this. You don't belong to this world. If you don't go through this, you will be in endless trouble in the future.

It's okay when you are weak now, but when you become strong and attract the attention of people in the travel world, a calamity from heaven will be sent down to shorten your fate. You will become a star of misfortune and will also implicate the people around you.

In other words, you are sneaking across the border, and only by drinking that bowl of soup can you avoid the disaster."

Meng Po waved her sleeves to dispel the fog behind her, revealing the rolling water of Wangchuan River behind her.

The blood-yellow river water gave off a fishy smell, and wandering ghosts were wailing and sinking in it. There were bronze snakes writhing around, their eyes ferocious.

"Of course, there are other ways, but this way is much more difficult than drinking soup."

The smile on Meng Po's face disappeared, and she turned to look at the rolling Wangchuan River: "You also know that only those who have committed many evil deeds and have great concerns in their hearts will be pushed off the Naihe Bridge and fall into the Wangchuan River, sinking for thousands of lifetimes without being able to turn over.

But if you can get through it, you can return to the world with your memories, and your account will be written off from then on, and you can then live openly in this world.

But if you can't cross it, you will be doomed to eternal damnation, with no chance of recovery.

Believe me, that is definitely not a good experience. I have seen many determined generals, philosophers, ascetics, and paranoids, and they are all difficult to convince.