"Ah! I~."

Shang Biao pretended to be surprised. He was thinking about quietly following the delivery guy to get the yellow rice, but he didn't expect that this life would fall on him.

"It's you. After going out, turn right and walk all the way. When you reach the Naihe Bridge, you will see Meng Po's thatched hut. Leave after delivering food. Remember not to eat anything Meng Po gave you.

Especially soup, I don’t need to remind you what Mengpo soup is!

Hold this sign, if you encounter a questioning Yin Dao, you will say it is the guy at Yin Yang Inn, and they will generally not make things difficult for you."

Hesitantly took the food box and the wooden token, Shang Biao pretended to be reluctant and left the kitchen.

After leaving Yin and Yang Inn, follow Qiangui Gui's instructions to the right.

After walking hundreds of steps, the bustling streets had disappeared, and a scene of yellow sand in the sky appeared in Shang Biao's eyes.

Shang Biao looked back and saw the same scene.

If you don’t go back to the underworld, you will fall into the abyss forever and lose your soul.

It is easy to go back to Yin and Yang Inn. If you keep walking, the road in the underworld implies the six paths of reincarnation. As long as you keep moving forward, you can return to the origin.

After opening the food box, Shang Biao took out the cold yellow rice and drank it all in one sip.

After the last drop of porridge was eaten, Shang Biao found that the yellow sand in front of him disappeared, replaced by a scene of a fairy resort.

Shang Biao found that he was standing on his left was the secret zombie of the Nine Yin Dao she had dreamed of after entering the theater, and the ghost boy on the right was obediently holding a golden magic sword embedded with seven treasures.

Under the platform where he was standing, there were disciples wearing Yinshan magic uniforms kneeling.

"Congratulations to the ancestor on his 100th birthday, his literary achievements and martial virtues, his magical powers have been passed down for thousands of years, and his spiritual powers have been revived by Yinshan!"

Shang Biao understood that this was a dream of eating yellow rice.

After learning about his family's inheritance as a child, for a long time he would dream of growing up to become a peerless magical power, slaughtering Maoshan, destroying dragons and tigers, and reviving the Yinshan School when he grew up.

The enjoyment of being an immortal and becoming an ancestor did not last long, and the beautiful dream of yellow sand shattered, and the flying yellow sand hit his face again.

"Return condition: Survive in the underworld for seven days, and return to the living can return early."

Hearing the return conditions of the theater, Shang Biao touched his chin and started to think.

This is his physical body entering the underworld, and it is not easy to return to the realm.

Why do some people with cultivation know how to enter the underworld but dare not come to this place to wander around. It is easy to get in, but it is difficult to leave.

It seems that the errand of delivering food has to continue. It takes seven days in the underworld and is safer to hide in Yin-Yang Inn than outside.

If you encounter some old ghosts who have been practicing for thousands of years, it will be difficult for him to escape, and such old ghosts are not uncommon in the underworld.

Standing against the yellow sand all over the sky, Shang Biao took out the food box and continued walking forward.

Time stopped passing in front of this eternal scenery. Shang Biao didn't know how long he had walked, and his thinking became numb.

Suddenly a foul smell came to his nose, stimulating his senses to awaken. A turbid blood river that was about six or seven meters wide and could not see the end was flowing.

As the saying goes, there are no young people on the road to the underworld, and there are many young people buried in the lonely grave.

Huangsha disappeared at some point. Shang Biao stood on a small path with countless sword trees on both sides. Several ghosts appeared in the distance, with iron chains swaying in his hands, escorting a team of ghosts who were judged by the judge.

At the corner of the road, there is a building with a strange shape, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with a bow-back in front and straight strings in front, and a staircase leading to the top in front and back. At the top of this building, there are three seal characters "Wangxiangtai".

If the passing ghosts can take out ghost coins and bribe ghosts, they can climb up the steps and climb to the top to see their relatives in the world for the last glance.

If you don’t have money to bribe, you will be escorted forward. The Wangxiangtai, which could have been reached by any dead soul, has become a tool for ghosts to seek personal gain.

After passing Wangxiangtai, I walked a short distance and saw the legendary Naihe Bridge. The bridge was covered with a simple thatched hut, an old woman with wrinkles on her face and a squid-shaped body stirring a big pot in front of her.

When each ghost passed by the thatched hut, he would pick up the soup bowl placed on the stone table.

The ghost who was crying and howling a moment ago turned into a dementia after a bowl of soup, and walked up the stone bridge with mechanical steps.

"Stop, where are you from the wild ghost?"

Shang Biao was stopped by the ghost messenger before he could get close to the bridge.

"Yinyang Inn is here to deliver food to Lord Mengpo. Can you go there?"

Shang Biao showed off the token given by Qiangui Gui, showing fear of conforming to his identity.

"The token is correct, but why haven't I seen you before?"

"I am new here. Today there are many customers, so Mr. Qian has to send me here."

"Let him come here, it was the meal I booked with Yin Yang Inn."

The old woman stopped the stirring spoon in her hand and said, "The ghost servants didn't ask anymore and made way."

"Mr. Meng Po, this is your meal. If you have nothing to do, you will say goodbye!"

Shang Biao walked into the thatched hut and placed the food box on the stone table where he visited the soup bowl, not daring to leave it for too long.

"What's the hurry? I'll work hard all the way, drink a bowl of soup before leaving."

"Hehe, Lord Meng Po was joking. Before the young man was reincarnated, how dare you enjoy your precious soup?"

Shang Biao took a few steps back and waved his hands repeatedly as if he was panicked.

"It's okay not to drink it, so I'll scoop the soup for me to let my son eat something slowly."

Looking at the bubbling clear soup, Shang Biao hesitated for a few seconds and walked over.

If you can get some Mengpo soup, you will definitely be of great use in the future.

Mengpo Soup

Origin: Underworld

Rarity: Silver

Material: Eight Tears in Life

Effect: After taking the ghost, forget your life memories. If you have not finished your life, you can treat damage to the soul and strengthen your soul. You can only drink one bowl in your life, and it will be useless if you have too much.

Evaluation: One drop of tears, two cents of old tears, three cents of bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of tears of lovesickness, six cups of tears in illness, seven feet of tears of parting, this eighth taste is a Meng Po's tears of sadness. The eight tears of Meng Po soup are used as a guide to remove the bitterness and keep the sweet fragrance. Only by suffering for a lifetime can you make a pot of good soup.

Good thing, Shang Biao secretly planned in his heart how to make a bowl of Mengpo soup without attracting Mengpo's attention.

"Little kid, why is there only one bowl of yellow rice? I remember talking to Qian Laogui two bowls."

Meng Po asked with her old face open the lid of the food box.

"I'm really sorry, Lord Meng Po, there are too many diners in the restaurant today, and the main ingredients of Huangliang rice are consumed. Your bowl is already the last bit. Mr. Qian said that he will make up for you next time, and you will be more responsible this time."

Shang Biao refused without changing his expression. This kind of high-ranking Yin God would definitely not make things difficult for a mere bowl of yellow rice, such a errand-running villain. Even if he was dissatisfied, he would still hate Yin and Yang Inn, and it had nothing to do with him.
Chapter completed!