"Meng Po soup, do we still need to fight for it?" Jiang Fan was stunned again when he heard this, and felt that this place was completely different from what he had imagined.
In Jiang Fan's imagination, the seventeenth floor should be orderly, with everyone lining up to drink Meng Po soup. After drinking it, they would forget their past and become honest people from then on.
How did it become like this, killing people everywhere and even trying to snatch Meng Po soup?!
"Of course, in the old underworld, anyone who drank Meng Po soup could be reincarnated. So each person only needed to drink it once, and the underworld wouldn't be too crowded, so there was naturally no need to fight over Meng Po soup."
"But it's different here now. We're all criminals. Not only will we not be reincarnated, we won't even be released, so the number of people coming in will only increase. And those damned higher-ups just love to throw us down to the seventeenth floor, under the pretext of helping us mend our ways! Bah! Isn't it because many of us work for these powerful people? They're afraid we'll reveal some secrets and implicate them, so they just let Mengpo soup help us erase our memories!"
"But they themselves probably don't know that the Mengpo soup here is not effective enough. Often, after drinking it, they will forget everything for a few days, and then their memory will return immediately, and they need to drink it again."
"And I don't know what happened to that Meng Po. She's been writing with blood all day, and her strength has drastically decreased. Not only is the Meng Po soup less effective, but the quantity has also gradually decreased. It used to be enough for everyone to have one bowl a day. Now, she only appears once every three or four days! And she only serves a hundred bowls of Meng Po soup at a time! But over the past few hundred years, we've accumulated nearly a thousand people! A hundred bowls is not enough!"
"So, everyone fights every day! They think that if they kill more people, they will have fewer competitors!" The scarred man said to Jiang Fan.
"You don't have to drink it. There's no need to rob. Could it be that all the criminals here have reformed and want to forget the bad things they did in the past?" Jiang Fan couldn't understand these people.
How much of a shock must one have endured to constantly snatch Meng Po soup to cause amnesia?!
"This is the viciousness of Longcheng Prison! Who the hell likes to forget their memories? It's because the Mengpo soup here is addictive! Once the effect of the medicine wears off and you don't drink it, your whole body will feel like it's been cut into pieces, and it will be extremely painful!" The man dressed as a scholar roared angrily.
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