"I'm curious, what is the underworld planning?"
Wang Ye's expression became serious and he looked at Po Meng and asked.
Po Meng's expression remained unchanged: "What is the underworld? Why can't I understand it more and more?"
"Lu Qing, Cui Jue, Cheng Huang, you, even the post office..."
"Everyone will appear around me due to various forced coincidences to push me to do certain things."
"As a client, I must have a certain right to know, otherwise even a tool person will still have emotions."
"Anyway, I'm going to die, so if I die, I will die."
"But if my life delays the layout of your underworld, the gains outweigh the losses. Do you think so?"
Wang Ye still looked polite, but did not give in at all.
Blind tolerance will make people completely treat you as a pawn and use you at will.
Only by expressing your emotions appropriately can you create more benefits for yourself.
Although I don't know what happened to me, even if I was a so-called god or a king in my previous life, it was all in the past.
Now...
His name is Wang Ye.
Moreover, as more and more plots are shown in the three pages, the context of this world has clearly emerged before his eyes. Compared with his previous ignorance, at least now, Wang Ye knows far more than others. .
This is why he desperately wants to obtain all information.
If you don't even know these most basic things, then the so-called layout will become a joke.
Now...
Wang Ye at least has a certain amount of capital for layout.
Although he is not strong enough and is still immature in the eyes of the big guys, he can indeed intervene on the chessboard, even if he can only move a few chess pieces.
Even if a certain boss is in a bad mood, he will be asked to leave the table.
What he needs to do now is to downplay his presence as much as possible and make full use of the limited chess pieces.
At a critical moment, it may have a miraculous effect and achieve a life-saving effect.
Po Meng glanced at Wang Ye and sighed: "Sure enough, you look just like you did back then..."
"The underworld, the heaven, and the spiritual mountain have all collapsed and become fragments due to some reasons."
"Many people have no choice but to sleep and wait for the day of recovery."
"Now, everyone is rushing for time..."
"That's all I can say."
"But I hope you believe that no matter what the situation, the underworld will always be your friend, not your enemy!"
"Underworld will not hurt you."
Po Meng's eyes were very sincere as she watched Wang Ye speak word by word.
Wang Ye pondered for two seconds: "A friend of the underworld? If you say so, I am not from the underworld."
This is tantamount to telling Wang Ye some information in disguise.
And Po Meng's words also confirmed part of Wang Ye's conjecture.
Broken, revived, awakened.
If resuscitated early, might memory be lost? Any side effects?
But why do Meng Po, Lu Qing and the others still have their memories?
These are still a mystery, including Meng Po, Lu Qing, and even the No. 7 grocery store. What they are planning and what kind of layout they are carrying out, all of this is still unknown.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Meng has obviously made up her mind and will not reveal any more information. She lies directly on the rocking chair with her eyes closed and enjoys Mao Yongan's service.
However, this trip has already brought Wang Ye a lot of gains, and he doesn't have too much extravagance.
The information I have collected recently has been too messy and complicated, and I need to sort it out again when I go back.
"I believe what you say."
"Although the feeling of being controlled like a chess piece makes me uncomfortable, I understand that when you have no strength, being obedient is the best way to improve efficiency."
"After all, if there was no post office, I might still be just an ordinary person now."
"Now, I just have one last question, I hope you can clarify it."
"Why, it's the three of us!"
Wang Ye said every word with a very serious expression.
Po Meng did not open her eyes, but said lightly: "They really picked it up."
"And, if you want to break the current situation, only you can!"
"I know that the underworld is indeed a little too hasty in some places, and some have gone beyond the rules."
"I hope that one day, for the sake of past friendship, you will only blame me and leave a whole body for me."
"My Lord Ghost!"
Po Meng was very calm, but Mao Yongan still looked confused.
Obviously, everything at present is beyond his cognition.
"If it's alright, I won't bother you too much. I just hope you can take the time to let the guy next door change his face. He's a little crooked."
With that said, Wang Ye retreated to the table and picked up the wooden stool he was sitting on: "This chair is quite comfortable. If you don't mind..."
Po Meng looked tired and waved her hand.
Obviously, she really hoped that Wang Ye would leave quickly.
Wang Ye was very sensible and took one when he said he would take one. Before leaving, he glanced at Mao Yongan with pity, and with his jealous and slightly crazy eyes, he left.
Why!
They are all young people!
You, Wang Ye, are the first and leading figure in Tianzhu today!
I, Mao Yongan, am not bad either!
I'm still the only little Taoist in Daocheng!
Why can you come in so arrogantly and say a bunch of mysterious things to this old lady, while I have to wash clothes here, beat my legs, press my shoulders, and fan myself!
What made Mao Yongan most angry was that he had long realized that these two wooden stools and the wooden table were both good things!
He had been greedy for such a long time without a chance to make a move, so Wang Ye just took one and walked away?
We are born as human beings and cannot be treated differently!
For a moment, Mao Yongan was so aggrieved that he almost cried.
Of course, if he knew that there were four wooden stools at the beginning, his mentality would probably completely collapse.
Now...
There's only one left.
If Wang Ye was in a good mood and came back one day, Mao Yongan would probably not even have a place to stay.
"Child, keep your mind calm."
"A normal mind."
"Without comparison, you won't feel the harm."
"Come, recite the meditation mantra to grandma two hundred times."
Po Meng closed her eyes and said calmly.
this moment...
Mao Yongan really cried.
"grandmother."
"grandmother."
"..."
This is the... Calming Mantra invented exclusively by Po Meng!
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