The Three Tu Rivers, the other side of the shore, the ghosts that only come and go
Jiang Xiaoyin followed the ghosts with different expressions and mechanically walked forward. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't even know what she was doing.
I don't know who I can be reincarnated
Hope it is a rich second generation, hope it is a rich second generation, hope it is a rich second generation
Girl, do you think Mengpo soup is bitter?
Did you meet Judge Cui just now? He is so handsome! He is so handsome!
May I ask... As soon as Jiang Xiaoyin opened her mouth, she heard an extremely hoarse sound from her mouth
Touching her neck, she turned her head and asked the man who just pulled her and called her a girl, "Where is this place?"
Don't you know?
The man looked at Jiang Xiaoyin in surprise, his eyes as if he was looking at the giant panda in the zoo: Girl, you haven't drunk Mengpo soup Ah, why don't you remember anything? This is the underworld, can you read online novels? It's Santuchuan, the King of Hell, the place where he was reincarnated after his death.
Am I dead?
Jiang Xiaoyin looked down at her hands. The hands were very white, very white, and there was no trace of blood.
To Ah, why don't you remember that you are dead
Why am I dead? By the way, who am I?
As the crowd was squeezed forward, Jiang Xiaoyin covered her head and began to desperately recall who I am. By the way, Jiang Xiaoyin, Jiang Xiaoyin, who is Jiang Xiaoyin?
name?
At the mouth of Naihe Bridge, a man in a uniform stopped Jiang Xiaoyin with a stern face.
Jiang Xiaoyin blurted out this name
Only after drinking Mengpo soup can you cross the bridge
The man in uniform pointed to the table next to Jiang Xiaoyin and asked her to unscrew the faucet in front of her to collect things and drink it. Don’t think about being clever, you can’t be reincarnated without drinking Mengpo soup.
I see
Following the appearance of the person she had in front of her, Jiang Xiaoyin picked up the water cup and took a cup of so-called Mengpo soup, and drank it in one mouthful.
Jiang Xiaoyin...Jiang Xiaoyin...Why is your name not in the roster?
After rummaging through for a long time, the man who couldn't find Jiang Xiaoyin's name was so fierce that he snatched the water cup in her hand that he was shocked and sweated in a cold end. Who told you to drink it?
Jiang Xiaoyin, who doesn't remember anything, doesn't know what the soup is for. She raised her head and replied innocently: You
It's over, and the performance this month is gone! Not only will the performance be lost, but you may also have to be demoted
A desperate man put a sign of service on the table, then pulled up the fence, and finally shouted to the ghost behind who was waiting to drink Mengpo soup to reincarnate: The service at the bridge entrance has been suspended, and they all went to the bridge entrance next to line up!
The ghosts lined up behind shouted when they heard this, but how could the underworld public officials care about their lyrics? The men ignored these ghosts and dragged Jiang Xiaoyin to Mengpo's office.
The ghost who drank Mengpo soup was not on the list of reincarnation. This is really not a trivial matter, it is not an exaggeration to be considered a major mistake.
Do you still remember who you are? As he walked, the man in uniform asked, "Why do you still remember how to die?"
Jiang Xiaoyin shook her head
Mengpo soup actually has a useful effect. Now she has forgotten that she didn't remember these things before drinking the soup.
It's miserable
The man in uniform was murmured by his miserable future. After he was miserable and wanted to guard the eighteen levels of hell, the two finally walked to a courtyard.
Lord Meng Po He grabbed Jiang Xiaoyin into the gate of the house, followed the bluestone road in the center, and walked into the hall of the main hall.
Is there anything wrong?
Beauty is like a flower across the clouds! There is the sky of the Qingming above and the waves of the water below
Alas? Where did this come from?
Even if you forget everything you shouldn't have forgotten, Jiang Xiaoyin still vaguely remembers one or two poems that can be used to describe Meng Po.
The cold beauty in red was frowning at her, her narrow and long Danfeng eyes were clear and transparent, and in an instant she seemed to see through her whole person.
Why did you drink Mengpo soup for a soul? Mengpo stepped forward and pulled Jiang Xiaoyin's hand and carefully checked her soul
Born to the soul!
The man in uniform stared at Jiang Xiaoyin with despair and resentment. He must remember this soul that was about to be in charge of the eighteen levels of hell.
How much did she drink?
Most of the cup
Do you know what her name is?
She said that her name was Jiang Xiaoyin, but I asked on the way she came that she no longer remembers what her name is
Jiang Xiaoyin? Meng Po suddenly stopped observing. She raised Jiang Xiaoyin's chin and carefully observed the woman's pretty young face. Have you ever seen Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang?
After asking, she said to herself: Yes, how could she remember after drinking more than half a cup of Mengpo soup
To be honest, Jiang Xiaoyin was instinctively a little scared
The memories in my mind were intermittent and incomplete. When I couldn't even remember my name, I suddenly learned that I was dead and was dragged to meet Meng Po, whom I didn't know at all.
That...Living soul means? She blinked her uneasy eyes
You're not dead yet
These rabbit-like timid eyes were so clear that Meng Po could see her own reflection inside
Jiang Xiaoyin became even more uneasy when she was staring at Meng Po’s clear and cold phoenix eyes so straight. She turned her helpless eyes to the ghost officer who brought her over and asked: Does it mean I can go back?
No, Meng Po spoke without hesitation and broke Jiang Xiaoyin's fantasy of escaping. The ghost who drank Meng Po soup could not return to the human world in other ways except for reincarnation.
Then I'll reincarnate
The soul cannot be reincarnated
Wouldn't this enter a vicious cycle? A passerby, who doesn't deserve a name, scratched his head and looked at Meng Po in confusion. There shouldn't be such an unreasonable loophole in the underworld.
I was very annoyed that these people who didn't want to listen to him interrupted casually. Meng Po didn't even look at the passerby, and the ghost officer ordered coldly: Go to Cui Jue's place to receive the punishment automatically
yes……
So far, there has been no incident in the underworld where the soul has drunk Mengpo soup. Please keep it with me first.
Meng Po got down on her own and sat back at her desk and started to read the books he had been reading before Jiang Xiaoyin came, leaving Jiang Xiaoyin, who was confused and unfathomable, in the hall.
Alas? Then what am I going to do?
Jiang Xiaoyin followed the ghosts with different expressions and mechanically walked forward. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't even know what she was doing.
I don't know who I can be reincarnated
Hope it is a rich second generation, hope it is a rich second generation, hope it is a rich second generation
Girl, do you think Mengpo soup is bitter?
Did you meet Judge Cui just now? He is so handsome! He is so handsome!
May I ask... As soon as Jiang Xiaoyin opened her mouth, she heard an extremely hoarse sound from her mouth
Touching her neck, she turned her head and asked the man who just pulled her and called her a girl, "Where is this place?"
Don't you know?
The man looked at Jiang Xiaoyin in surprise, his eyes as if he was looking at the giant panda in the zoo: Girl, you haven't drunk Mengpo soup Ah, why don't you remember anything? This is the underworld, can you read online novels? It's Santuchuan, the King of Hell, the place where he was reincarnated after his death.
Am I dead?
Jiang Xiaoyin looked down at her hands. The hands were very white, very white, and there was no trace of blood.
To Ah, why don't you remember that you are dead
Why am I dead? By the way, who am I?
As the crowd was squeezed forward, Jiang Xiaoyin covered her head and began to desperately recall who I am. By the way, Jiang Xiaoyin, Jiang Xiaoyin, who is Jiang Xiaoyin?
name?
At the mouth of Naihe Bridge, a man in a uniform stopped Jiang Xiaoyin with a stern face.
Jiang Xiaoyin blurted out this name
Only after drinking Mengpo soup can you cross the bridge
The man in uniform pointed to the table next to Jiang Xiaoyin and asked her to unscrew the faucet in front of her to collect things and drink it. Don’t think about being clever, you can’t be reincarnated without drinking Mengpo soup.
I see
Following the appearance of the person she had in front of her, Jiang Xiaoyin picked up the water cup and took a cup of so-called Mengpo soup, and drank it in one mouthful.
Jiang Xiaoyin...Jiang Xiaoyin...Why is your name not in the roster?
After rummaging through for a long time, the man who couldn't find Jiang Xiaoyin's name was so fierce that he snatched the water cup in her hand that he was shocked and sweated in a cold end. Who told you to drink it?
Jiang Xiaoyin, who doesn't remember anything, doesn't know what the soup is for. She raised her head and replied innocently: You
It's over, and the performance this month is gone! Not only will the performance be lost, but you may also have to be demoted
A desperate man put a sign of service on the table, then pulled up the fence, and finally shouted to the ghost behind who was waiting to drink Mengpo soup to reincarnate: The service at the bridge entrance has been suspended, and they all went to the bridge entrance next to line up!
The ghosts lined up behind shouted when they heard this, but how could the underworld public officials care about their lyrics? The men ignored these ghosts and dragged Jiang Xiaoyin to Mengpo's office.
The ghost who drank Mengpo soup was not on the list of reincarnation. This is really not a trivial matter, it is not an exaggeration to be considered a major mistake.
Do you still remember who you are? As he walked, the man in uniform asked, "Why do you still remember how to die?"
Jiang Xiaoyin shook her head
Mengpo soup actually has a useful effect. Now she has forgotten that she didn't remember these things before drinking the soup.
It's miserable
The man in uniform was murmured by his miserable future. After he was miserable and wanted to guard the eighteen levels of hell, the two finally walked to a courtyard.
Lord Meng Po He grabbed Jiang Xiaoyin into the gate of the house, followed the bluestone road in the center, and walked into the hall of the main hall.
Is there anything wrong?
Beauty is like a flower across the clouds! There is the sky of the Qingming above and the waves of the water below
Alas? Where did this come from?
Even if you forget everything you shouldn't have forgotten, Jiang Xiaoyin still vaguely remembers one or two poems that can be used to describe Meng Po.
The cold beauty in red was frowning at her, her narrow and long Danfeng eyes were clear and transparent, and in an instant she seemed to see through her whole person.
Why did you drink Mengpo soup for a soul? Mengpo stepped forward and pulled Jiang Xiaoyin's hand and carefully checked her soul
Born to the soul!
The man in uniform stared at Jiang Xiaoyin with despair and resentment. He must remember this soul that was about to be in charge of the eighteen levels of hell.
How much did she drink?
Most of the cup
Do you know what her name is?
She said that her name was Jiang Xiaoyin, but I asked on the way she came that she no longer remembers what her name is
Jiang Xiaoyin? Meng Po suddenly stopped observing. She raised Jiang Xiaoyin's chin and carefully observed the woman's pretty young face. Have you ever seen Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang?
After asking, she said to herself: Yes, how could she remember after drinking more than half a cup of Mengpo soup
To be honest, Jiang Xiaoyin was instinctively a little scared
The memories in my mind were intermittent and incomplete. When I couldn't even remember my name, I suddenly learned that I was dead and was dragged to meet Meng Po, whom I didn't know at all.
That...Living soul means? She blinked her uneasy eyes
You're not dead yet
These rabbit-like timid eyes were so clear that Meng Po could see her own reflection inside
Jiang Xiaoyin became even more uneasy when she was staring at Meng Po’s clear and cold phoenix eyes so straight. She turned her helpless eyes to the ghost officer who brought her over and asked: Does it mean I can go back?
No, Meng Po spoke without hesitation and broke Jiang Xiaoyin's fantasy of escaping. The ghost who drank Meng Po soup could not return to the human world in other ways except for reincarnation.
Then I'll reincarnate
The soul cannot be reincarnated
Wouldn't this enter a vicious cycle? A passerby, who doesn't deserve a name, scratched his head and looked at Meng Po in confusion. There shouldn't be such an unreasonable loophole in the underworld.
I was very annoyed that these people who didn't want to listen to him interrupted casually. Meng Po didn't even look at the passerby, and the ghost officer ordered coldly: Go to Cui Jue's place to receive the punishment automatically
yes……
So far, there has been no incident in the underworld where the soul has drunk Mengpo soup. Please keep it with me first.
Meng Po got down on her own and sat back at her desk and started to read the books he had been reading before Jiang Xiaoyin came, leaving Jiang Xiaoyin, who was confused and unfathomable, in the hall.
Alas? Then what am I going to do?
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