Chapter 207 So the Meng Po soup can actually be diluted with water!

Ning Bao didn't have time to waste words with him, she punched the ugly ghost directly, and immediately pulled Lingling and ran towards the Bridge of Helplessness.

At this moment, Shen Muyang stood on the Bridge of Helplessness, his small body looking around blankly.

What happened?

He had been feeling unwell and slept in a bit longer, so how did he suddenly feel dizzy and his soul leave his body?

Moreover, the moment his soul left his body, his spirit was pulled into a black hole by a cloud of black mist, and when he groggily woke up, he found himself here.

The Bridge of Helplessness?

He actually arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness?

It seems he really is dead. His mother must be heartbroken. And that cute little baby I just met yesterday, I wonder if she will remember him?

I don't know why, but I felt an urge to get close to her the first time I saw her yesterday. Maybe it's because she's so cute?

On the Bridge of Helplessness, a hideous ghost messenger with a face emanating black mist walked up to Meng Po.

"Meng Po, this is a new ghost who just arrived today. Cast him into the animal realm! May he never be reborn as a human!"

At the bridgehead sat a neatly dressed, white-haired old lady. She sat in her reserved seat, holding a large iron ladle and slowly stirring a large pot of soup in front of her.

This person was none other than Meng Po, the woman in charge of the Bridge of Helplessness.

Hearing someone speak, Meng Po calmly looked at the person and slightly raised her eyes.

“Liu Si, I said that if you want to cross the Bridge of Helplessness, you should follow the normal procedure. This spirit doesn’t look like someone who should be reborn as an animal. You should take him to the judge for judgment first.”

After saying that, Meng Po ignored him and continued stirring the soup in the pot.

While stirring the soup in the pot, he picked up a long, large ladle and scooped a spoonful of water from the River of Oblivion under the Bridge of Helplessness, pouring it into the pot and continuing to stir.

Ning Bao, who happened to be passing by, saw this scene. She frowned. So this Meng Po soup could be diluted with water, and it was even river water. This was too perfunctory!

Ning Bao looked away and saw Shen Muyang standing beside her. Without saying a word, she jumped off Lingling's back and ran towards Shen Muyang on her short legs...

The moment Ning Bao appeared, Meng Po caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of her eye. When she saw Ning Bao's true form, she paused for a moment, then glanced at the soul brought over by Liu Si, and hesitated again...

Meng Po regained her composure and looked at Liu Si.

"You probably won't be able to take this person with you today. Look, the people who are here to pick him up have arrived."

You think you can snatch someone away from her? You're not quite up to the task. I advise you to do less evil, or even getting your soul scattered might be a pipe dream.

Upon hearing Meng Po's words, Liu Si was stunned for a moment and quickly glanced in the direction Meng Po had been looking. When he saw that the other party was just a little child, he immediately showed a disdainful look.

"Meng Pozi, are you getting senile? A little child has scared you like this."

I, Liu Si, have been in the underworld for so many years, and it wasn't for nothing. All the high-ranking officials under King Yama are my drinking buddies; we were even drinking together last night.

In this underworld, I fear no one except the King of Hell.

Last night, while we were having a good time drinking, some of the adults said they would find an opportunity to introduce me to the King of Hell. They said that once I, the fourth brother, got on the King of Hell's good side, I could do whatever I wanted in the underworld.

"Meng Pozi, you'd better be sensible and treat your Fourth Master better, otherwise I'll report you to the King of Hell and you won't even be able to do your soup-making job anymore."

"Ha!" Meng Po sneered.

"You think it's that easy to steal my job?"

Haven't you ever wondered why my soup is called Meng Po Soup and not something else?

Liu Si, very cooperatively, said something along those lines.

"Why?"

Meng Po gave him a mysterious smile.

"Because this soup was brewed by Meng Po (the goddess of forgetfulness)."

Ignoring Liu Si's defiant gaze as he jumped up and down in anger, Meng Po...

"You must be furious, but there's nothing you can do about it."

Only I, Meng Po, can brew this Meng Po soup with this flavor.

It wasn't that no one disliked me, Meng Po, before; many people wanted to take my place, but none of them had my level of expertise.

The soup they made was either too bland or too strong, or it had no effect at all, resulting in a lot of people being reincarnated with memories of their past lives.

If you ask me, whether you're a human or a ghost, you should have solid professional skills so you won't be replaced or have your superiors influence your thoughts. If things get really bad, I can just quit.

Anyway, no one in the Three Realms can brew a proper soul-loss soup, except for me, Meng Po.

So no matter how many times I quit, I'll always be offered a high salary to come back.

As she spoke, Meng Po grabbed a handful of unidentified objects from several baskets placed nearby and threw them into the pot. The Meng Po soup in the pot instantly boiled over...