"In front is Wangxiangtai, also called 'Wangtai'. The old woman selling soup is Mengpo. Go and line up to get Mengpo soup." Niutou asked many souls to line up.
Before drinking Meng Po soup, many souls will sigh.
"Young man, young lady, have a cup of tea. Let the past be forgotten and everything will become smoke." Meng Po smiled kindly and prepared Meng Po soup for the two of them.
When Meng Po handed the tea to Su Nu, her hand holding the bowl shook and she almost spilled the tea.
Su Nu glanced at Meng Po with a smile, and without saying anything, she took the tea from Meng Po's hand. Meng Po soon regained her composure, but the smile on her face remained unchanged.
"Meng Po, what does this tea taste like?"
"Sweet, bitter, sour, spicy, salty, a mixture of five flavors, it has a hundred flavors, and you can taste the flavor of your life." Meng Po said: "What is your flavor?"
"It's sweet." Lin Han said after taking a sip.
"Good."
Meng Po nodded and looked at Lin Han deeply.
After all the souls drank Meng Po's soup, Meng Po ordered the Ox-Head and Horse-Face to lead the souls to the ferry on the other side.
"You are the boatman, remember, send them all to reincarnation." Niutou handed a boat spear to Lin Han, and then held a lantern and gave it to the only woman in the other group.
After the living souls boarded the boat and left the shore, at the ferry, Meng Po looked at the boat going away and sighed.
"Lady Mengpo, why are you here? Is there something wrong?" asked the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Monster.
"Is this the last batch for today?"
"Yes, the last batch today."
"The last batch." Meng Po sighed and returned to her Wangxiang Terrace: "The last batch, the last batch is good."
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