Chapter 884: Not Granny Meng’s Soup

A lamp was lit in the low and narrow room. The lamp was hung from the beams and covered with a pale white lamp shade. There were no wires to be seen, it was just a candle-lit lantern, very similar to Bai Jing's broken one.

An old woman stood under the lantern, the wrinkles on her face were like dry bark, and her snow-white hair fluttered like silver threads in the cool night wind.

Such an environment, such an old woman, revealed a gloomy and strange aura everywhere.

The old woman glanced at the four members of Ning's family standing outside the door and Ma Mian in the wheelchair, then reached out to take the bowl and put it on, with skillful movements. She put five bowls on a square table, and then ladled soup from a large urn into five bowls.

This operation...

Ning Tao suddenly thought of a person, and goosebumps suddenly appeared on his back: "It can't be...the legendary Meng Po?"

In folk ghost stories, when people go to the underworld after death, the first person they see is Po Meng. On the bridge of Naihe, Mengpo specially drinks Mengpo soup for the dead. Once the dead drink Mengpo soup, they will forget what they have done in their life, and the people they meet are equivalent to cutting off all ties with the world.

I am afraid that no one believes such a statement now, but thinking carefully, if people really have past lives and reincarnations, who will remember the past lives of those newborns? If you don't remember your previous life, isn't that just drinking Mengpo soup?

But, shouldn't Po Meng be on the Naihe Bridge? Why would she open a small shop here?

At this moment, the old woman standing in the small shop said, "Master Macha, you want to take this person away, right? Come, it's cold at night, let's have a bowl of hot soup."

"Let's go in." Ma Mian said.

Ning Tao pushed him into the door.

Jiang Hao, Bai Jing and Qing Zhui followed into the door.

"Come, come, have a bowl of hot soup." The old woman handed a bowl of soup to Ning Tao.

Ning Tao glanced at it, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his throat was itchy, and he almost vomited out.

What kind of hot soup is contained in that dark sea bowl? Spit, let alone drink.

"Huh?" The old woman frowned, and a cold light flashed in her eyes, as if she was dissatisfied with Ning Tao for not taking her soup bowl.

"Aunt Meng, these people are not the ones I want to take down. They are all my friends and big shots. Keep your eyes open." Ma Mian said.

After speaking, he took the bowl of soup himself, and poured it into his stomach.

Ning Tao finally understands why he wants to eat a bowl of ghost valley, there is nothing to eat in the underworld, if you want to eat, you can only eat dead people.

The three women behind Ning Tao also had a creepy feeling, and they endured very hard to not spit it out.

The old woman looked carefully at Ning Tao, and the three women standing behind Ning Tao, and suddenly sighed: "I'm old, my eyes are blurry, it's true that I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, here comes a half-immortal, Two dragon girls, and a big goblin. Forgive me, please sit down, I will take this soup."

Ma Mian said, "Give me whatever you want, I'm starving."

The old woman scolded, "You really are a starving ghost."

The four members of the Ning family were seated. Ning Tao and Qing Zhui sat on the same bench, Bai Jing and Jiang Hao sat on the same bench, and Ma Mian sat in his wheelchair. The old woman handed the soup she scooped up to Ma Nian bowl after bowl, watching Ning Tao again and again from the corner of her eye.

Ning Tao tentatively said, "Is this old man...Mother Meng?"

"Meng Po?" The old woman said with a chuckle, "My surname is Meng, but I'm not Meng Po. I just opened a ghost food shop in this shady place to make soup and cook for the ghost messengers who came up, and I also opened a door. It is convenient for the dead to go down." Then, she added, "My old name is Meng, and my name is Jiaorong, and I lived in Yongle for twelve years. My old family used to be a big family, but now there is no one left."

There is no one left, which means she is not alive.

Meng Jiaorong, the name is very beautiful, but she is not coquettish at all.

Jiang Hao asked curiously: "Aunt Meng, if you are not Po Meng, where is Po Meng?"

A shriveled smile appeared on Meng Jiaorong's face: "Grandma Meng is naturally in the underworld, but we are acquaintances. If you want to see her, I will take you there. There are three daughters in her family, and each is prettier than the other."

Jiang Hao hurriedly said: "No, no, no need for this, I'm just curious."

Ma Mian had already finished the last bowl of soup. He touched his mouth and burped: "I'm finally full, Aunt Meng, I need your help."

"Tell me." Meng Jiaorong started to clean up the empty bowls, she looked old but was very agile.

Ma Mian said: "Help me find out about a person in the Yin Ruins."

"The people in the Yin Ruins? Master Ma Cha, don't be kidding me, there is no one in the Yin Ruins." Meng Jiaorong said.

Ma Mian said: "A man named Lin Qinghua hid in the Yin Ruins, and he may have gone to a certain time during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty. You have a long way to go, please help me find out."

Meng Jiaorong remained silent.

Ma Mian reached into his arms, took out a stack of dead money and put it on the table.

The eyes of Ning Tao and the three women all moved to the stack of money at the same time. The stack of money is different from the dead money sold in the market. It seems to be cut into a rectangular shape with human skin, and there is no bank or money house. There wasn't even an amount, just a black-smelling block-shaped brand. Maybe the amount and everything are in that imprint, which exists like a QR code.

This is the money of the underworld. It is really a long experience.

Meng Jiaorong's wrinkled face suddenly burst into a shriveled smile, and she reached out and grabbed the stack of dead money: "Master Macha is really rich, no problem, money can make ghosts go, I'll take it." Naturally, your money will do things for you, and I will take care of it, and I will inquire later."

Ma Mian said: "If you found that Lin Qinghua, I would like to thank you very much."

"Oh, that old man is desperate to find that dead ghost." Meng Jiaorong smiled even more happily.

Ning Tao said: "He is not a dead ghost, but a living person."

Meng Jiaorong was stunned for a moment: "How did the living go to the Yin Ruins?"

Ma Mian said: "Don't worry about this, just finish the matter of finding someone."

"That's it." Meng Jiaorong put away the dead money, "Master Ma Cha, do you want me to scoop you a few more bowls?"

Ma Mian rubbed his belly: "No need, I'm full. Go, go and open the door, I'll take my friend to the underworld."

"Okay, I'll go now." Meng Jiaorong folded herself into the inner room.

Ning Tao looked at his three wives and said tentatively, "Do you want to go and see them?"

The three women shook their heads without even thinking about it.

Ning Tao actually thought the same way.

Who the hell wants to go to the underworld to see it!

But just when Ning Tao agreed and was about to decline Ma Mian's "good intentions", a young man, a woman and a child walked in.

At first glance, Ning Tao thought it was a family, but at the second glance, he was stunned.

The young man who just entered the door was exactly the young man with the upper body in the horse face in the daytime, tall and thin, with no blood on his face. The woman was in her early thirties, pulling a little girl, who was only five or six years old. Both the woman and the little girl were dressed exquisitely, and they were not ordinary people at first glance, so they were not from the same family as the young man.

However, regardless of whether it is a family or not, this young man has been cremated, how can he come here to eat? He is not a living person, but a ghost. The pair of mother and son who entered the door later were not living people, but also ghosts.

"Boss, get some warm food, it's cold." The young man said loudly.

"Here we come." Meng Bo came out with a basin, put down the basin, glanced at the young man and the mother and daughter, and said with a smile: "Oh, here's a visitor, let me greet you first."

She took a bowl of soup from the big urn and brought it in front of the young man: "Where is this going?"

The young man raised his head and looked at Meng Jiaorong with a dazed expression.

Meng Jiaorong said: "It's getting late, go home after eating."

The young man nodded: "Yes, yes, it's getting late, go home after eating."

After speaking, he lowered his head to drink the soup in the bowl.

The mother and daughter also sat down, and the stylishly dressed woman said, "Boss, give us two bowls too."

"Okay, I'll be here soon." Meng Jiaorong scooped up two more bowls of soup and brought them over, then asked, "Where are you going?"

The stylishly dressed woman looked up at Meng Jiaorong with a dazed look on her face: "Why is it so dark around here? There is no one, no car, and my phone has no signal, and the navigation can't be turned on..."

"Where is your home?" Meng Jiaorong asked.

"My family..." The woman couldn't answer at all.

Meng Jiaorong said: "Your house is down there, go home after eating."

"Thank you, Niuniu, eat quickly, and we'll go home after we eat," the woman said.

The little girl said crisply: "Ma Mian, there is chocolate in this ice cream. Chocolate is my favorite."

The woman touched the little girl's head: "Then eat more."

The mother and daughter also buried themselves in the soup.

Ning Tao and the three wives looked at each other, it was obviously soup that was disgusting to death, but the girl actually said it was ice cream. This is not dizziness, it is that they see things differently.

Can people and ghosts see the same things?

Meng Jiaorong turned back upside down, holding the edge of the basin with both hands, and then slowly turned it.

The basin is made of bronze, it looks ordinary, and there are no cultivation runes, and there is only one block brand in the basin. With Meng Jiaorong's rotation, a crack opened up on the ground of the small shop, which widened little by little, and when it finally stopped, it was equivalent to the length and width of a door.

The inside of the door was as dark as ink, and gusts of Yin Qi diffused out from the door, bringing a chill that went straight to the bone marrow!

Is this the gate of hell?

A simple one, the one that you can move in with your bags?

The four members of Ning Tao's family looked at each other with blank faces.

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