He held the soup spoon made of unknown ingredients in his hand, stirred it slowly in the soup pot and scooped it out. A spoonful of Mengpo soup, which contains the sweet, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors of life, was served into the bowl. All kinds of ghosts picked up the small soup bowl and sent it to his mouth with difficulty.

Those who have loved, those things that cannot be let go, and those countless joys and sorrows in the world will only solidify with Mengpo Soup, and will forever solidify in the sad look that is about to speak but stop, and full of tears, walking on the Naihe Bridge, turning into misty clouds and smoke and dissipate indifferently.

Is it a life-rushing regret? Is it a regret that yin and yang are eternal? Or a farewell to cut off the sleeves by wielding a knife? It is no longer important. Because after drinking this Mengpo soup, everything has become calm.

Shang Biao added soup to the empty bowl with spoonfuls, thinking about how to create some confusion to distract Guicha and Meng Po.

"Bitch, I just passed by, you were mingled with the wild man, a dog, a bastard, a thousand-shot..."

This ghost probably saw something that shouldn't be seen on the Wangxiang platform, and he was still very excited even when he walked to this Naihe Bridge.

"Brother, don't be angry. After drinking this bowl of Mengpo soup, all the grudges and revenge will disappear."

Shang Biao filled the empty bowl in front of the ghost and comforted him.

"No, no, I won't drink it. I'll give my father a dream and catch the dog, man and woman soak the pig cage. I'll wait here to see how they die, and I won't be reincarnated!"

Stimulated by Shang Biao's words, the cuckold ghost directly knocked over the soup bowl at his hand and fled to the Naihe Bridge.

"I don't know how to be damn, but I can't get the chance to reincarnate. Since you don't cherish it, then stay forever!"

Meng Po was disturbed by the meal and was in a bad mood.

The words full of evil spirits ended, and the thin five fingers were blunt, aiming at the escaped ghost. The dark red Wangchuan River water condensed into a hideous claw, pulling the unlucky cuckold down the Naihe Bridge, adding another resentful soul to the Wangchuan River.

Shang Biao had already taken out the ticket and pretended to be wiping the table, and put the scattered Mengpo soup into it.

Disturbed by this incident, Meng Po lost interest in dining and waved Shang Biao to leave, and continued to make a pot of tear soup with that unchanging attitude.

"Mr. Meng Po, you are busy, I will give up!"

Seeing that Meng Po did not respond, Shang Biao slowly withdrew from the thatched hut.

However, standing at the bridgehead of Naihe Bridge, he felt sad, how should he pass by the opposite side?

Walking on the Naihe Bridge? Stop joking. He didn't drink Mengpo soup and was about to be reincarnated. He stepped on the Naihe Bridge rashly for fear that there would be no good results.

After those ghosts who had drunk Mengpo soup had no expression on their faces, they climbed the Naihe Bridge because there was no handrail on the bridge. Occasionally, a few unlucky guys were squeezed off the bridge by other ghosts later and fell into the Wangchuan River.

Not only that, there were several iron dogs and copper snakes squatting on the narrow bridge a few steps. Whenever they encountered those ghosts with sinful karma entangled in their souls, they would bite them.

Although I will not push down the Naihe Bridge, I lack some soul power and will be born weaker than normal people after reincarnation. If I am unlucky, I will not be able to join a good family and die in a few days.

Back to the side of the ghost officer who was escorting the ghost, Shang Biao asked:

"My lord, can I tell me how to cross the river? I walked in a hurry when I came out, and Mr. Qian didn't tell me how to go back."

"Haha, you have to ask Lord Mengpo, we can't let you go."

The ghost clerk laughed a few times and pushed the matter to Meng Po.

Shang Biao had no choice but to walk over again.

Before he could speak, Meng Po swung a token that had penetrated into Shang Biao's arms.

"When you cross the Naihe Bridge, take out the token, and after you go back, you will tell Sai Diao Chan to come to me tomorrow."

"The little one must have delivered the message."

Shang Biao did not hesitate this time and directly followed the ghost to the Naihe Bridge.

The small narrow bridge in front of him turned into three the moment he landed, and Shang Biao's body uncontrollably moved towards the narrowest and most dangerous one.

The Wangchuan River, which was originally seven or eight meters wide, caused a wave of blood, swaying the narrow bridge.

Every time the blood waves surge, countless ghost hands stretched out from it, which was far more sinister than what he saw when making soup.

The ghost before Shang Biao also walked on this narrow bridge. After a few steps, he was tear the souls and fell into the bloody river by the ghost hands covered with pus and blood, as well as dense copper snakes and iron dogs.

Countless evil ghosts with green faces and fangs were fighting for soul fragments in the blood river. The evil ghost who had not grabbed the ghost was staring at Shang Biao in the blood river with hideous ghost eyes, looking forward to the return of the glutinous column feast.

It is rumored that Naihe Bridge is divided into three parts, and the good people walk on a broad road without any risks. The bridge between good and evil people walk on is placed with copper snakes and iron dogs.

The bridge that people who have done all their sins are the most difficult to walk on. They will most likely be stopped by evil spirits and dragged into the dirty waves under the bridge. Even if good luck does not fall, they will be bitten by dense copper snakes and iron dogs and their souls are weak and they will be reincarnated into the animal realm.

After Shang Biao stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, because of Meng Po’s token, the copper snake and iron dog did not make things difficult for him.

The only thing to consider is the evil ghost in the blood river, so he held his breath and ran forward at the fastest speed.

When the first wave of blood came, he had already run over one-third of the Naihe Bridge.

Countless ghost hands rushed out of the blood wave and grabbed the shadow ticket in their hands. If the situation was critical, Shang Biao would not surrender.

Rolling and jumping, Shang Biao tried his best to avoid it, but the ghost claws that surged out were several times more than the ghost soul just now. In a few seconds, the first ghost claw fell on him.

Just as Shang Biao couldn't help but take out the magic sword, the Qiongqi tattooed on his chest appeared as if it was stimulated.

The pressure of the ferocious beast made the evil ghost in the blood river scream and retreat back to the blood river as soon as the shadow of Qiongqi appeared. After finally encountering such a big feast, Qiongqi was unwilling to let them go like this.

The terrifying suction came from Qiongqi's mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth. All the evil spirits near Naihe Bridge could not escape the disaster. Even if they were hidden in the blood river, they were sucked out and swallowed into the beast's mouth.

When Shang Biao saw the Phantom of Qiongqi, his heart skipped a beat and thought to himself that it was not good.

Meng Po has absolute control over the Naihe Bridge and the Wangchuan River. Such a shocking change will definitely alarm this great god.

"Qiongqi's bloodline, are you the human who has recently entered the underworld?"

Shang Biao turned around with difficulty, and the old Meng Po appeared on the Naihe Bridge and stared at him and asked slowly.

"Can Lord Mengpo send me back? I accidentally entered the underworld."

"The underworld has its own rules, which can be explained by a single mistake. King Biancheng has sent all the ghost messengers from the Wude City to arrest you. I think you should surrender."
Chapter completed!