"What live broadcast?" The stall owner was stunned when he heard his words and looked at An Rugu.
He was busy persuading the child to buy a mask and did not look at the parent carefully. But when he looked closely, he was stunned.
The appearance, hair, temperament...it looks so familiar.
Isn't this the fortune teller on the underworld mobile live broadcast software?
Paper phones were in short supply and could only be bought from family members or in stores. He was an old ghost and had no offerings at all, let alone an advanced paper phone.
He has always been lazy, but he had to make many masks and sell them at the market. He only bought one in a store recently.
The woman in front of me has 500 million fans. According to gossip, even the King of Hell is watching her live broadcast.
Obviously he is a living person and he will surely die if he enters the underworld, but now he can move freely, which shows his ability and he has great connections.
He wished he could go back to the past and slap himself to death for trying to trick her. If he messed with this big Buddha, he would suffer the consequences.
He reached out and handed the ghost money he had just received to the little zombie, with a kind smile on his face: "Little sister, I see you look kind, so I'll give you this mask as a gift. I won't charge you for it. You can use the money to buy some candy. There's an old ghost chef behind this street. He makes dragon beard cakes that are really unique."
When the little zombie heard about the delicious food, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, put his finger on his lips, and said in a childish voice: "Is it really that delicious?"
"How can I lie to you?" The stall owner spoke immediately, as if he had thought of something. He glanced at An Rugu secretly and said with a guilty conscience: "Of course I won't lie this time."
Hearing this, An Rugu glanced at the stall owner, his expression unchanged, and his tone indifferent: "You don't have to return the money to me. Try to cheat less people in the future."
"I will listen to you, young lady." The stall owner looked anxious and swore to the heavens, "I will never cheat customers again."
The stall owner wanted to add more to show his determination, so he looked at the young man dripping with water and shouted, "Little water ghost, you bear witness for me that I, Dong Laoliu, will clearly mark the prices of my future transactions and will not cheat anyone."
Young man: “…”
An Rugu thought: "Water ghost?"
Seeing her curiosity, the stall owner, who was good at observing people's expressions, hurriedly explained to her: "Look at his appearance, he must be a water ghost or something else. Moreover, he is much more special than ordinary drowned water ghosts. He is a water ghost from the Wangchuan River!"
The stall owner thought of the terrifying water ghosts in the Wangchuan River, his shoulders trembled, and he said: "The ghosts in the Wangchuan River have forgotten all their past lives, like blank sheets of paper, a group of monsters! It is said that it will take a thousand years for them to crawl out and be reborn."
The little zombie was playing with the fox mask excitedly. After hearing what the stall owner said, he looked at the pale-skinned water ghost curiously: "Why is this brother here?"
Didn't you say you can't get up?
The stall owner smiled and joked: "That's why he is special. He is the only water ghost who can walk out of the Wangchuan River. He is very famous here. Don't you think so, Xiao Zhong?"
Seeing his frivolous tone, Zhong Wang was not angry at all, and said in a good-tempered manner: "That's right."
The stall owner thought about what he had just said, winked, and said with a smile: "Is that the one you want to calculate your marriage for?"
Zhong Wang is quite famous in the ghost town because of his special experience and because he always stays close to Meng Po. There is no female ghost close to him, and he can't think of anyone else to marry except Meng Po.
Zhong Wang's pale face turned crimson, as red as a tomato that was about to explode. He lowered his head and said nothing.
"Don't be shy, I like you, but..."
The stall owner put away his joking expression and turned serious: "Since you have helped your uncle Dong, I will give you a piece of advice. Don't think about things you shouldn't think about."
Zhong Wang's reputation in the underworld is not a good one. Many ghosts laugh at him for wanting to eat swan meat.
Meng Po is a ghost god, a middle-level leader in the underworld and an indispensable important person, while Zhong Wang is just a disgusting water ghost who crawled out of the Wangchuan River. His soul is soaked in the water of Wangchuan River, and his body is always dripping with bloody yellow river water.
He has followed Meng Po like a little follower for so many years, and many people have been betting on his death.
The stall owner had experienced ups and downs in the palace and had seen many people like Zhong Wang who wanted to get rich overnight, but in the end they died more miserably than anyone else.
Hearing this, Zhong Wang's blush gradually faded. He pursed his lips, and a complex look flashed in his eyes: "I just want to ask."
Zhong Wang raised his eyes to look at An Rugu, and greeted him like a ghost messenger, bowing and saying, "Please tell me your fortune."
An Rugu felt that he was quite special. After thinking for a moment, she made a decision: "You were able to find me today, which means you have a connection with me. I can do it, but you have to pay 666 ghost coins for the divination."
This stall owner is not honest in her business, but she is much more honest in her business, and she is truly honest to everyone, regardless of whether they are human or ghost.
Zhong Wang fumbled in his pocket for a long time and took out the paper money soaked in the water of the Forgotten River. Just as he was about to hand it over, he felt something was wrong.
This money is not very pretty.
He then handed the money to the stall owner: "Uncle Dong, please help me change some paper money for the dead."
"Xiao Zhong, go buy a mobile phone and bind an account. Online payment is popular now." The stall owner wanted to know the result, so he did not refuse and took out his mobile phone with great interest.
Zhong Wang was a little embarrassed because he didn't have that much money. He had watched An Rugu's live broadcast before through someone else's mobile phone.
"Let's talk about it when we have money in the future."
"What exactly do you want to calculate?" An Rugu asked.
Zhong Wang looked away, feeling a little shy and confused: "I want to figure out if there will be any result between me and her?"
When he regained consciousness, he found himself floating in the river, with no memory in his mind. After chatting with the conscious water ghosts, he realized that he was a water ghost from the Wangchuan River.
All the past is forgotten, like a blank sheet of paper, everything needs to be filled in later.
He was like a leaf, floating on the water of the Forgotten River. Apart from being a little smelly, his life was very leisurely.
Until one ordinary day, someone set up a stall near Naihe Bridge, with a big pot at the back and a table in front. On the table were many wooden bowls with bubbling liquid inside.
Many ghosts looked either sad or excited, lining up to drink the soup.
A woman in red was wielding a large spoon to serve them soup. Her posture was lazy, and she was too lazy to move any joints except her hands.
After finishing a pot of soup, the woman finally took action. She carried the big pot and went to Wangchuan to fetch water.
Mengpo Soup is the water of forgetfulness that can erase the memory of the soul. This soup is made from eight kinds of tears, the juice of the red spider lily and the water of the Forgotten River.
He heard the noise, curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he looked up as he had done thousands of times before.
The woman's figure came into view, stirring his mind and making his heart beat rapidly.
He had no common sense and didn't understand why this happened, so he had to ask other people.
The more knowledgeable water ghosts laughed and said: "You are in trouble, you fell in love with someone else."
"But you'd better not think about her anymore, or you'll lose your life without knowing how you did it."
"Why tell him this? He has no way to leave Wangchuan, so he can only secretly watch that person here."
This was indeed the case. His soul was swallowed by the River Lethe and he was unable to leave the river. He could only watch the stalls on the shore from afar day after day.
Whenever I see the woman, a faint joy wells up in my heart.
He heard that it would take a thousand years before he could leave the Wangchuan River, so he counted the days silently on his fingers, hoping to meet her when he got ashore.
But one day, Wangchuan's control over him suddenly weakened.
Under the astonished gazes of many water ghosts, he climbed out of the bottomless Forgotten River.
After receiving the money, An Rugu memorized his face, counted on her fingers, then slowly opened her eyes and withdrew her hand in surprise.
"Do you know how you got your name?"
Zhong Wang lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Meng Po gave it to me."
"Why did she name you that?"
Zhong Wang became more and more shy: "She told me that for ghosts, forgetting the past is not necessarily a bad thing, but a good thing. Forget it, forget it, don't think about it anymore, so she gave me the homonym of forget."
Many people want to know about their past life experiences, but he didn't care and quickly accepted the name given by Meng Po.
An Rugu's eyes changed, and just as she was about to speak, a noise suddenly came from the distance.
"Mrs. Mengpo!"
"Good evening, Master Mengpo."
"Ms. Meng Po, the new rouge and powder have arrived. Please do me the favor and come and have a look."
"No."
The woman in red was holding a green silk fan, following the wind in a disjointed manner. She was too lazy to pay attention to these ghosts and walked up to An Rugu.
She held a fan to cover half of her face, her eyes were extremely sharp, and she flashed with interest: "I have heard of your great name for a long time, but it is rare to see you. You are indeed a rare talent."
"Would you like some soup?"
She turned her right hand over, and a wooden bowl suddenly appeared in her empty hand. The bowl was filled with soup of a strange color, emitting a weird smell.
Zhong Wang, who was standing by, tried to dissuade her: "No, no, no, she is a living person, she doesn't need to be reincarnated."
Meng Po is good in every way except for one weird habit: she has to sell soup to everyone she meets.
However, at work, when giving Mengpo soup to the dead souls crossing the Naihe Bridge, he was very lazy and looked like he didn't care whether to drink it or not.
If she can put her passion into work, she will surely become the best model worker, Zhong Wang said with emotion.
An Rugu glanced at Mengpo Soup and said with a dull look: "No, thank you."
"What a shame, I just made it through this."
She didn't waste it. She pinched the edge of the wooden board, brought it to her mouth, and gulped down the soup.
The throat slid up and down, and the soup became less and less.
She swallowed the last bit of soup, licked her lips, took back the wooden bowl, narrowed her eyes, and said excitedly: "It tastes so good."
Stall owner: “???”
The stall owner was horrified and sat down on the ground, unable to believe what he saw: "Master Mengpo, is this drinkable?"
Meng Po soup can make people forget their past, and in their eyes it is a taboo and mysterious thing.
How come Meng Po is not afraid of losing her memory when drinking the soup?
Seeing his expression, Zhong Wang quickly explained: "This soup is useless to her, it's no different from plain water."
The little zombie stared at Meng Po's hand, drooling: "Sister, is this soup delicious? Is tomato and egg soup delicious?"
She drinks so happily, she looks so appetizing.
Meng Po raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, and turned her right hand again, and new Meng Po soup appeared in her hand.
She bent down and handed the Mengpo soup to the little zombie, coaxing him like a witch in a fairy tale: "Take a sip and you'll know, right?"
The little zombie was completely unaware and raised his hand to catch it.
Seeing this, An Rugu grabbed her collar and pulled her back: "You can't drink this."
"Why?"
"After drinking this, you'll forget everything."
"...How scary." The little zombie immediately shook his head like a rattle: "Then I don't want to drink it."
She didn't want to forget Xiaoyu, Shangyue, and even more so, An Rugu.
"Then I drank it myself."
Meng Po felt it was a pity, so she took back the Meng Po soup and drank it all in one gulp, with an extremely cool attitude.
Around the ghost market, the ghosts who were listening with their ears pricked up and watching quietly were stunned with fear. Lady Meng Po was really powerful!
Many ghosts with cell phones were afraid of Meng Po and didn't dare to speak to her face, so they sent messages frantically on their cell phones: [By the way, what does Meng Po soup taste like? Do you know? ]
[You know shit. People who have drunk Meng Po soup forget everything. How can they remember what Meng Po soup tastes like? ]
[Since Mengpo Soup has no effect on Lady Mengpo, she should know.]
[Do you dare to ask? ]
【I don’t dare to whine. 】
…
Meng Po put away the bowl, turned around and looked at the little water ghost with interest, as if hinting at something: "You must have come to her to tell fortunes, what exactly do you want to tell?"
Zhong Wang blushed and hesitated to speak. He was afraid of being rejected, so he still had a crush on her and never expressed his feelings.
He was worried that the matter would be exposed, so he looked at An Rugu and said, "I'm busy today. Can I come to see you another day?"
Before An Rugu could answer, Meng Po pushed him away and asked curiously: "He is a water ghost I fished out of Wangchuan River. Everything he has belongs to me. What kind of fortune does he want to tell? Tell me."
Zhong Wang lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed.
After he climbed out of the Wangchuan River, Meng Po took the initiative to find him and said that she needed a helper, so she asked the King of Hell to fish him out of the Wangchuan River. From then on, everything he had belonged to Meng Po.
He would find ingredients for her to make Meng Po soup in the future. When necessary, he would also help her deal with disputes with customers.
Zhong Wang did not think it was a bad thing. Instead, he was very happy and accepted it gladly.
He had left Wangchuan and could often see Mengpo. It was a great joy. He could never have dreamed of such a wonderful thing.
Seeing Meng Po so strong, he scratched the ground with his toes, and the water on his body dripped faster, symbolizing the uneasiness in his heart: "Then... just listen to her."
The day had finally come when the window paper between them had to be broken.
He felt as if he was standing on the trial stand, waiting for the verdict from the judge, An Rugu.
An Rugu glanced at the two ghosts, a man and a woman, and finally spoke, but her words were very vague: "Whether the marriage can be successful or not, you can just ask the parties involved and you will know, right?"
"What kind of marriage?!" Meng Po clenched the handle of the fan, veins popping out of her fair palms, and she turned her head and glared at the water ghost: "Who do you like?"
Zhong Wang felt bitter in his heart but was too embarrassed to speak.
Meng Po was so angry that she patted his shoulders with a small fan: "You are so good. You have only remembered for a few years, but you have already thought about it a lot."
Zhong Wang was even more embarrassed, and his voice was as small as a mosquito: "No, I don't like anyone else."
Meng Po had extraordinary hearing and immediately asked, "Who is that?"
Zhong Wang lowered his head and refused to speak.
The eyes of the other onlookers lit up.
Good guy, Meng Po finally couldn’t stand this water ghost anymore and wanted to beat him to death!
However, Meng Po took back the fan, covered her face, and did not continue to hit him.
Suddenly, she realized something was wrong and raised her lips: "Since he won't say, do you know who it is?"
An Rugu did not answer directly, but asked a completely unrelated question: "Did you have a relationship with him in your previous life?"
Zhong Wang: "???"
The ghosts watching: "???"
Zhong Wang suddenly raised his head, his face full of disbelief: "Really?"
They had a love affair in their previous life? How is this possible?
She is a ghost from the underworld, and I am just a little water ghost in the Wangchuan River. How can there be a love story between them in the human world...
Meng Po clenched the handle of her fan tightly, smiling broadly, and did not refute. She only said: "What does this have to do with the question I asked?"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a crackling sound next to her. It turned out that the stall owner accidentally swept the mask to the ground and picked up the things in panic.
There was even a faint scream in the distance.
Meng Po's meaning clearly means that she agrees!
An Rugu thought to himself, it’s a huge deal.
"He left before you, so he was waiting for you by the Naihe Bridge, just like the female ghost I saw at your place before, also waiting for her lover to come."
"But the rules of the underworld were probably not as relaxed as they are now."
Meng Po's smile deepened: "You have calculated this too? That's right. In the past, there were too many newborns, especially during the war. Ghosts that meet the qualifications for reincarnation must be reincarnated quickly to fill the vacancies. Naturally, there can't be too much leniency."
Even if you are waiting for your lover, you can only wait for a short time. If you can't wait, you will have to reincarnate.
However, there are more ghosts than people now, and the number of places is very scarce. Since you don't want to reincarnate, then let those who want to reincarnate do it.
There are countless people sitting and waiting by the Naihe Bridge, but they don’t know that many years ago, the regulations were not so relaxed.
An Rugu's eyes fell on the bewildered Zhong Wang: "I heard you say before that if you often walk by the lake, you will get your feet wet. If you insist on waiting, you will be swallowed by the river of oblivion."
"Actually, there are some problems with what you said. Except for evil people, the Oblivion River will not actively swallow people. Only those who are dead in their hearts will actively fall into the Oblivion River."
Meng Po sat by the Naihe Bridge for so long, she must have seen many people who were heartbroken and fell into the River of Oblivion, so she said that.
Meng Po laughed when she heard this, her eyes becoming more charming: "These people are so stupid."
She had seen too many people like this.
They were even unwilling to drink Meng Po soup to be reborn and welcome a new life, and were willing to jump into the Wangchuan River and die.
"Is he stupid?" An Rugu's eyes fell on Zhong Wang: "Isn't he just one?"
Meng Po laughed so hard that her body shook with laughter, but she felt mixed emotions in her heart. She turned her head and looked at Zhong Wang: "That's why I always say he is ugly and stupid."
After her death, she was chosen to become Meng Po and was trained by the previous Meng Po for a hundred years before being released.
Only then did she realize that Zhong Wang was unwilling to follow the ghost to reincarnate, unwilling to drink Meng Po soup, and jumped into the Forgetful River.
Meng Po stared at the man with a gloomy face: "Why don't you want to drink Meng Po soup?"
Zhong Wang was very shocked from the beginning, and only came to his senses after hearing her words.
Facing the other party's complicated and indescribable gaze, he was extremely entangled in his heart. He swallowed his saliva and guessed: "It should be that he is unwilling to forget..."
Meng Po said coldly: "However, falling into the Forgotten River for a long time is no different from drinking Meng Po soup. You will still forget everything. It's all in vain. Are you completely disappointed in me, so you committed suicide?"
After she knew that the other party had jumped into the Forgotten River, she was at a loss for a moment.
She made that man wait for too long, so long that she gave up and chose to commit suicide.
Over the years, she drank Meng Po soup like drinking water.
Because... there are people she wants to forget too.
Zhong Wang slapped his head hard, turning his forehead red, but he couldn't remember anything at all.
At this time, An Rugu looked at the couple from the previous life and answered on behalf of Zhong Wang: "Because they left after reincarnation and entered the Wangchuan River, I can still wait for you here."
"And you really came, didn't you?"
The smile on Meng Po's face froze, her magic power leaked out unconsciously, and the small blue silk fan in her hand turned into powder. This was her favorite fan, and she often played with it, but now she had no time to care about it.
“Is this true or false?”
"I have no need to lie to you." An Rugu said.
"How did you figure out my fate?"
Meng Po often heard passing ghosts say that there was a fortune teller who was very good at fortune telling. She never expected that she could even tell her own fortune.
She is a Yin God. Her secrets are hidden and cannot be calculated at all.
"He is so deeply involved with you, you can infer you from him." An Rugu looked at her and said, "You only picked him out among so many water ghosts, which means you are not indifferent to him."
Meng Po's expression was completely different from what she said on the surface, it was obvious that she loved the other person.
Zhong Wang was stunned for a long while, looking at Meng Po who always looked at him coldly: "You... I have become like this, you still like me?"
"But why didn't you explain it to me clearly?"
Meng Po did not answer, turned around and walked away.
She thought that the other person had lost his heart and had thrown himself into the River of Oblivion. In addition, he had forgotten all the past, and the other person was like a blank sheet of paper, and all her love disappeared.
How can I explain this to someone who has no memory at all? There is nothing to say.
Seeing this, Zhong Wang had no choice but to follow.
After Meng Po left, the many ghosts who were pretending to pick things suddenly relaxed and started discussing what had just happened frantically.
"Oh my god, Meng Po actually likes that ugly and stupid little water ghost?!"
"I thought this guy approached on his own initiative, but I didn't expect that Meng Po picked him. This boy is so lucky that not only was he and Meng Po lovers in their previous lives, but she still likes him after he became a water ghost. I'm so envious."
"Don't be envious. She jumped into the Wang River for Meng Po. Do you want to jump into the Wang River too?"
"Forget it, that place is as good as hell. Not everyone would dare to go there. That little water ghost is really a ruthless person."
An Rugu looked at their backs gradually going away, feeling a little sad.
In order to stay with others in the underworld, Zhong Wang jumped into the Forgotten River.
I have forgotten everything, but I still fall in love with Meng Po.
Meng Po reported to the King of Hell and fished Zhong Wang out of the Wangchuan River. It seemed easy and simple, but it actually came at a huge cost.
She drank so much Meng Po soup that she made herself, but still couldn't forget the other person.
What is love in this world? It makes people promise to be together for life and death.
Soon, the news spread on the increasingly developed underworld network.
#The human anchor has come to the underworld#
#818 Meng Po and the water ghost's past and present lives#
#What does Mengpo soup taste like#
The entry about An Rugu's arrival was extremely popular, with countless people leaving comments.
[What, where is that anchor? Please show me the way. I've been watching her live for so long, and I've always wanted to find her for marriage. I'm about to be reincarnated, and if I can't find a boyfriend, I'll have no chance. 】
[Ahhhh, how can a water ghost be so lucky? I have a bad stomach and can only eat soft rice. Host, please help me calculate whether the judge and I have a past life or not? 】
[Add one, host, please help me calculate whether there is any possibility between me and Lord Hei Wuchang? ]
[The people above are just dreaming. ]
【Hahahahahahahaha, this is a master in the world, not Yue Lao.】
[Please be careful, the Internet is not a lawless place. People at their level may be able to sense what you are saying if you write it down like this!]
[Fuck, please forgive me, Judge. I will never dare to fantasize again.]
[This star-chasing girl said she understands very well. Can you please help me figure out when my brother xk will come down to accompany me? ]
After Meng Po left, An Rugu took the little zombie for a walk and bought a lot of interesting things.
Before she left, a ghost with a green face and fangs found her and handed her the bamboo tube in his hand: "This is what Lady Mengpo asked me to give to you."
An Rugu took the sealed bamboo tube, and a guess popped up in his mind unconsciously: "...Meng Po soup?"
"Yes." The ghost general nodded deeply: "She said that Mengpo soup is the most precious thing in her hand, and it is also your reward."
An Rugu: "..."
She said she didn't want Meng Po soup, but she still gave it to her. She is so stubborn.
However, no one except Meng Po can make Meng Po soup. Meng Po soup is rare in the world and is indeed a very rare and precious thing.
"Thank Meng Po for me."
An Rugu took the little zombie, passed through the passage, left the underworld, and returned to the Taoist temple.
The little zombie wore a fox mask and excitedly took the toys he bought back to his room. He kept tinkering with them and played until he forgot to go to sleep.
The underworld is full of talented people, and these handicrafts are very exquisite.
An Rugu returned to the room, put down the paper phone, picked up the human phone, and only then realized how big a commotion the previous live broadcast from the underworld had caused.
All major platforms are forwarding information about the underworld and hell. Although no photos or videos have been leaked, just through oral descriptions, it is enough to give people a sense of the underworld.
[My house was robbed a few days ago, and cash and computers were stolen. I was so scared that I quickly changed all the locks. Just now, I suddenly heard a noise from the window. I opened the door and saw that the cash and computers that were stolen were all placed neatly at the door. There was also a note on it: I'm so annoyed, I'm returning the things to you! My family, happiness came too suddenly, this hell live broadcast is too strong! ]
【Add one, I am an internet celebrity with some fans, and many people slander me as a prostitute. I was so, but I don't have that much money to defend my rights. As a result, just after watching the live broadcast last night, my phone received many apology messages. When I searched Weibo, I found that the Weibo posts that spread rumors were deleted by the bloggers. PS: The first level of hell angry last night was specially set up for those who slander others. 】
[Add 10086. Although my roommates didn't do anything to me, they like to use cold violence, which is very cruel. Yesterday, they sent me messages to apologize and said they would treat me to a meal. Although they may not really want to admit their mistakes, I feel much better. ]
The Weibo backend of An Rugu, who has more than 100 million followers, exploded.
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