Po Meng noticed the way Jin Qing looked at her and rolled her eyes at Jin Qing impatiently.
Then Meng Po turned around, pulled out a large pot from under the table behind her, poured the cooked soup into the large pot, and then pushed the pot hard towards Jin Qing, speaking in a very bad tone. Jin Qing said: "These are yours, drink them quickly!" After drinking, get out of here.
Although Meng Po's attitude was not good, Jin Qing didn't care.
When she heard Po Meng say that the soup was for her, Jin Qing didn't even refuse, she just hugged the soup pot and started drinking.
All the utensils in the underworld are not ordinary things. Even Po Meng herself would have a hard time lifting the soup pot, but Jin Qing seemed to be holding a bowl, lifting the soup pot several times larger than her body. He raised it above his head, then raised his head and poured the soup into his mouth.
Originally, Po Meng wanted to find the heaviest pot and cauldron to give Jin Qing a soft nail to bump against, letting her know that the things in the underworld were not something she could just pick up if she wanted to.
But she didn't expect that the soft nail would turn into a nail stick that would knock her head all over.
Jin Qing raised the cauldron over her head and drank the soup desperately, which made Po Meng grin involuntarily: Although she had learned this before, she never thought that this woman would be so strong!
At this time, Jin Qing, who was drinking soup, saw a scene in front of her: a group of half-grown children, half male and female, surrounding her and calling her mother.
Moreover, these children seem to have some physical disabilities...
Jin Qing drank the soup faster and faster, and the scene just now became more and more obvious. Jin Qing could even vaguely see the appearance of the leading child.
As the last drop of soup entered the mouth, the picture that appeared in front of Jin Qing's eyes completely disappeared, and Jin Qing's memory of the picture he just saw also disappeared without a trace along with the picture.
Jin Qing put the soup pot heavily on the ground and stood there wondering: Did something just happen?
707 was too frightened to say a word at this time and huddled in a corner of the sea of consciousness.
When Po Meng saw Jin Qing's rude actions, she felt heartbroken. This pot was her most precious treasure. It could remind people of the most unforgettable things in their lives. How could she be treated so rudely?
Po Meng held the soup pot and inspected it carefully. After confirming that there was not even a crack on it, she carefully put the pot back to its original place. If she didn't let Gan Bagui use her good things in the future, it would be a waste of natural resources.
At this time, Po Meng could no longer remember her original intention of giving this heavy pot to Jin Qing.
Then Po Meng snorted hard at Jin Qing, and then went back to make her own soup, as if there was nothing in her heart except the soup in front of her.
Jin Qing shrugged and ignored Po Meng. She walked back to Naihe Bridge and jumped onto the handrail of Naihe Bridge with a slight jump, trying hard to recall what she had forgotten just now.
Time passed by slowly and invisibly.
Hua Shang sat in front of the desk on the other side of Naihe Bridge, with a serious look on his face. He was seriously taking notes on the ghosts coming and going on the bridge. Occasionally, he would reach out and gently stir the hair beside his ears.
At this time, Po Meng had already boiled all the three large pots of soup in front of her, waiting for the passing ghosts to come and take food.
And she herself was leaning against the pillar of Meng Poting, looking blankly at the other side of Naihe Bridge, not knowing what she was thinking.
Hua Shang, who was carefully recording the ghosts, seemed to feel something. He turned around and subconsciously smiled in the direction of Naihe Bridge.
A ghost with half a head missing, originally turned around to see the path he had taken, but unexpectedly he met Hua Shang's smiling face.
His footsteps were shaky and his spirit body was swaying. If the ghost behind him who was crossing the bridge with him hadn't grabbed him, he would have fallen into the Wangchuan River this time.
At this time, not only this ghost, but also Po Meng's heart was extremely uneasy.
Against the background of the bright red wedding dress, Hua Shang's face was extremely beautiful. Coupled with her unintentional smile, Jin Qing saw two lines of clear tears slowly slide down from Po Meng's face, and then fell on her face. Before it hit the ground, it was slowly lifted up by an invisible force and dropped into the soup pot behind her.
The teardrops splashed a small splash in the pot, as if Po Meng's heart was not at peace at this time.
Jin Qing was slightly startled when he saw this: "..." Blackmail, I didn't hit you this time.
Hua Shang didn't see Po Meng's tears. She was just surprised by her subconscious reaction at this time.
Thinking of his unprovoked giggle, Hua Shang's face instantly became numb, and the smile froze on his face, as if he couldn't figure out what he was laughing at just now.
Hua Shang turned her head back stiffly, just in time to see a big-eyed female ghost foaming at the mouth in front of her, staring at her with concern.
Looking at the big-eyed ghost's eyes that were about to fall out of their sockets, Hua Shang blinked. Her long eyelashes were like two small brushes, smoothly covering all the emotions in her eyes.
Hua Shang lowered his head and asked the female ghost softly: "Number."
The female ghost looked at Hua Shang and replied without answering: "Your clothes are so beautiful. I have never seen such beautiful materials." The female ghost died of taking medicine. As she spoke to Hua Shang, a large number of Foam poured out of her mouth.
The female ghost was embarrassed and covered her chin with her hands. Not long after, Hua Shang discovered that the sleeves of the female ghost were already wet.
Hua Shang didn't care about the female ghost's embarrassment. She looked at the female ghost with a touch of regret in her eyes: Normal ghosts have three fires on their bodies, but the female ghost only has one fire on her head.
This shows that this ghost committed suicide by himself.
A self-committed ghost like this will repeat the scene before her death every day because her life span is not over, and she will not be reincarnated until the year of destiny.
However, due to the lack of firepower in the head, even if you are reincarnated as an adult, you will not have a healthy and complete body. This is the punishment of the underworld for those souls who do not cherish life.
Now, this female ghost should have paid the price for her impulsive behavior.
The female ghost covered her mouth and looked at Hua Shang with longing in her eyes. Although Hua Shang's appearance was not attractive to her, Hua Shang's wedding dress was what she wanted.
The female ghost looked at Hua Shang's wedding dress and was very envious: If her enemy was willing to marry her, how could she commit suicide by taking sleeping pills, and finally choke to death from the acid water in her stomach?
Hua Shang recalled what the female ghost had just said, and saw that the female ghost was still looking straight at her wedding dress, her eyes full of persistence and pain, and sighed softly, they are all miserable people!
