Zhang Meng hugged his small body, patted his back gently, and said, "I know what you said, but if we really go out, the sky outside will be filled with flying yellow sand. If we go out, even if we don't die, we will be buried by the yellow sand. Do you understand?"
The little zombie snorted softly, "I'm not afraid, it's just sand. I'm not afraid of it."
Zhang Meng smiled and gently scratched the tip of his nose. "I know you're not afraid, but I am afraid. I'm afraid that I won't be able to protect us."
If she encountered ghosts here, she could fight them off, but she was powerless against these yellow sandstorms.
So even though she knew this place was dangerous, she had to stay there.
Seeing that the little guy still looked worried, Zhang Meng rubbed his head and said, "Don't worry, as long as we have this ghost torture stick in our hands, that Meng Po down there won't dare to touch us."
She still remembers how frightened Meng Po was when she saw the two ghost-torturing sticks.
She also had a bold guess that Meng Po's sudden agreement to let them stay was probably related to this ghost-torturing stick.
When the little zombie saw the two wooden sticks, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Yes, this ghost torture stick is specially used to kill ghosts. It can kill any ghost, let alone a thousand-year-old ghost like Meng Po!"
Zhang Meng touched the two wooden sticks and looked at them curiously. "I can't believe those great Taoist masters in the mortal world actually prepared this for us!"
Just then, Xiao Zhuang's stomach growled.
Zhang Meng followed the voice and looked at his stomach.
The little guy shyly buried his face under the collar around his neck.
Zhang Meng chuckled and turned to get food from his big backpack.
Finally, I touched two hard white buns.
The little zombie took one and put it in his mouth and took a bite, but he didn't touch it again after that.
"Why don't you eat anymore?" Zhang Meng asked.
The little zombie curled his lips and said, "Mom, this bun is so hard."
Zhang Meng touched her throat. She had just eaten two bites of steamed buns, but it scratched her throat so much that it hurt.
Looking at the two white buns as hard as stones, he finally stood up, picked up the two stone-like buns with one hand, and walked out holding the little zombie's hand with the other hand.
Just as he was about to leave the room, Xiao Zhuang called out, "Wait a minute."
Zhang Meng stopped in confusion, only to see the little guy turn around and run to the table to pick up the two ghost-torturing sticks, and then run back to Zhang Meng.
"Mom, it's safer with this." The little guy said while holding the two ghost-torturing sticks.
Zhang Meng smiled and touched the top of his head, "Okay, take it with you."
When the big and the small went downstairs again, a very delicious aroma suddenly wafted out of this magnificent house.
This kind of fragrance is one that Zhang Meng has never smelled before among all the delicious food she has tried.
"It smells good, doesn't it? Do you want to try it?" Meng Po came over with a big bowl of black soup.
Zhang Meng looked at the ink soup in her bowl, her eyes showing longing, and smiled gently, "Okay, give me a sip."
Meng Po curled her lips and said immediately, "Okay, just try it, it's free."
He scooped a spoonful of soup and brought it to Zhang Meng's mouth.
Zhang Meng only felt as if something in front of her was calling her name, telling her to drink the soup quickly.
Slowly, her mouth opened uncontrollably.
The little zombie standing next to Zhang Meng was so anxious that he immediately grabbed Zhang Meng's arm and bit it hard, shouting, "Mom, wake up, don't be bewitched by this Meng Po, wake up, don't drink this soup, if you drink it, you will be doomed."
Zhang Meng hissed, and when he came to his senses, he raised his arm and saw two rows of deep teeth marks, both of which were bleeding.
"Mom, you finally woke up. That's great." When Xiao Zhuang saw her wake up, he cried out and fell on her legs.
Zhang Meng touched the top of his head and asked him with a confused expression, "Xiao Jiang, what happened?"
The little zombie raised his head, his face full of tears of fear, "Mom, you were just bewitched by this Meng Po and almost drank her Meng Po soup."
When Zhang Meng heard this, she immediately looked at Meng Po who was standing in front of her with an angry look on her face.
Meng Po looked innocent and took back the soup she had served. "You can't blame me for this. I didn't bewitch you. It's you who has no resistance. My Meng Po soup has a fragrance that makes ghosts want to drink it. You were just bewitched by it."
Zhang Meng immediately covered her nose with her hand when she heard it, "Please move your Meng Po soup away from me!" Then she looked at her and said, "Also, I want to borrow your fire."
Meng Po glanced at the two white flour buns in her hand, laughed, and pointed behind her with her delicate hand, "The fire is over there, go and roast them yourself."
When Zhang Meng passed by her with Xiao Zhuang, he took another look at the bowl of black soup in her hand, his face full of fear.
If Xiao Zhuang hadn't reminded her just now, she would have almost fallen into the trap of this bowl of black soup.
Meng Po turned her head and looked at the backs of the two people, one big and one small, walking away, and sighed with regret.
Here, Zhang Meng took Xiao Zhuang's hand and finally found the source of the fire.
In the huge kitchen, a man was silently burning a fire.
When Zhang Meng walked over with Xiao Zhuang, she only saw the man's back.
"Hey, big brother, we're here to borrow some fire to bake steamed buns! Where can we bake them?" Zhang Meng shouted to the figure next to the fire.
After shouting for a few minutes, the man who was burning the fire with his back to them seemed to be deaf. He continued to sit there motionless, adding firewood to the stove with his hands.
"Mom, is he deaf? He can't hear us talking. Let's go over and check." Xiao Zhuang pulled the corner of Zhang Meng's clothes and reminded her.
Zhang Meng pursed her lips and walked over with Xiao Zhuang.
When she walked up to the man and saw his true face, Zhang Meng exclaimed in surprise, "Comrade Youhui."
"Mom, it's Uncle Youhui, what happened to him?" Xiao Zhuang asked, pulling the corner of Zhang Meng's clothes.
Zhang Meng shook her head at him, "I don't know."
Zhang Meng quickly looked at You Hui, who seemed to have not noticed them, and stretched out a hand, waving it in front of him a few times. "Comrade You Hui, I'm Zhang Meng. Do you remember us?"
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