With your strength and looks, was Kong Hanan blind to just let you make soup?
Although he cursed in his heart, he pretended to be confused on his face.
"Sister, what kind of soup are you making?"
A mysterious smile appeared on Pingxin's face.
"I see you don't want to visit Fengdu, sister. My home is not far from here. Why don't you come to my Mengpo Manor and have a taste of the soup I make?"
In fact, Yan Mei really wants to visit Fengdu.
In addition to gathering intelligence, this ghost town has its own unique charm compared to the Buddhist kingdom in the underworld of Sindhu.
Whether it was the ghost vendors on the street or the shops run by demons from the underworld, they all opened her eyes.
Although she is a god, to put it bluntly, she is just the god of a small border country, and of course she wants to broaden her horizons.
But now, I have no choice.
Pingxin's tone was questioning, but could she refuse? Did she dare to refuse?
A hint of bitterness appeared in Yan Mei's smile.
"That's great. I'll take your orders, sister."
Pingxin nodded, but did not use magic power to move, but led Yan Mei out of the city.
He walked quite fast, but Yan Mei was able to keep up.
Yan Mei was unwilling to give in and continued to ask.
"Sister, what exactly does the underworld do? Why does it need you to make soup?"
Pingxin deliberately ignored introducing her soup and just said it with a smile.
"The Underworld is responsible for managing the dead and maintaining order in the underworld. We also have ghost catchers who are specifically responsible for guiding the dead souls."
Yan Mei cheered up and finally got his revenge.
"Do the dead souls need to be specially guided? How troublesome! We in Sindhu only need two dogs."
Pingxin smiled and said, "We in the underworld also have underworld dogs. We have no other choice. Our land is vast and our population is huge. I really envy you in Sindhu because you don't have to worry about managing it."
Although Pingxin did not deliberately move the space, Yan Mei is a god, and she is stronger than Yan Mei.
The two men were talking in sarcastic tones while competing with each other in speed.
They were so fast that in just a few moments they had walked out of Fengdu City, out of Luofeng Mountain, and along the Styx to Mengpo Village.
In front of Mengpo Village, there is an endless stream of dead souls waiting to drink the soup and be reincarnated. Not far away, there are a few ghosts who have forgotten that they paid and are planning to go back to queue.
Pingxin quickly took the bowl of forget-me-not soup from Xiaowan and handed it to Yan Mei.
"Sister, you've been walking for so long, you must be thirsty, drink a bowl."
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