It was very chaotic inside, and it was a gathering place for spirits who didn't want to be reincarnated or were unable to be reincarnated.
These spirits can only survive in the underworld by their own abilities. If their families in future generations keep burning money for them, their lives will be a little better.
Otherwise, they might only be able to resort to robbery and begging!
Zhou Rongzhang was stunned for a moment.
"Are there still beggars in the underworld?"
Upon hearing Zhou Rongzhang's question, Judge Wen paused for a moment. He had been observing the old man who had been standing next to the young lady the whole time.
Moreover, his aunt seemed very close to him, so it seems this person has some influence.
So the judge spoke very kindly and softly,
"Old folks may not know this, but there are gaps between the rich and the poor in every time and place and in every country."
Some people are lazy, gluttonous, and lack ambition.
Some people don't have much wealth or assets, but they work hard.
With hard work, one can earn a considerable amount of wealth and live a good life.
There are also people who are not very good themselves, but their families are rich, and people burn incense and paper money for them every now and then. Such people can live a comfortable life even if they do nothing.
Those who are too lazy and have no one at home to burn paper money or offer sacrifices to the dead have no choice but to beg.
Ning Bao looked at Judge Wen in surprise.
"Fish Alley?"
"This sounds like a fishmonger. Do you have fish in the underworld?"
Judge Wen smiled; he suddenly found the little girl in front of him quite adorable.
"Of course, Fish Alley isn't a place that sells fish. In our underworld, there are no fish, and nobody eats fish."
It was called Fish Alley because it was a place where all sorts of people mingled.
Ning Bao couldn't help but sigh:
It turns out that the difference between ghosts and humans isn't that big.
After inquiring about the exact location of Fish Lane from Judge Wen, Ning Bao led Zhou Rongzhang and Lingling towards Fish Lane.
To get to Fish Lane, you have to pass by the Bridge of Helplessness. Meng Po, who is brewing Meng Po soup on the bridge, paused for a moment when she saw Ning Bao.
"Little one, have you come to the underworld today for sightseeing or to take care of business?"
What brings you to my Bridge of Helplessness?
Ningbao looked at Meng Po, and for some reason she always felt that Meng Po was very kind and approachable.
The ghost messengers: Kindness? Do you have some misunderstanding about what kind of kindness is?
Ning Bao smiled sweetly at Meng Po.
"Pretty auntie, why are you making soup again?"
Do you have to stay up this late every day?
Your soup looks delicious!
Meng Po gently patted Ning Bao's head.
"Oh my, your little mouth is still as sweet as ever. This soup was just cooked today and hasn't been mixed with the forget-me-not yet. It's at its most nutritious. Would you like some?"
"If you want some, I'll get you a bowl."
Ning Bao was stunned for a moment. Although Ning Bao had never drunk Meng Po's soup before, she knew that drinking Meng Po's soup would make her forget her past life.
She has many relatives now, and she doesn't want to forget anyone.
Can I drink this soup?
Meng Po smiled.
"Yes! Absolutely! Come, I'll serve you some right away."
As she spoke, Meng Po ladled out two large bowls of Meng Po soup, handing one to Ning Bao and placing the other in front of Ling Ling.
She glanced at Zhou Rongzhang.
"This person doesn't need to drink it; he's a spirit, and it wouldn't be good for him."
Without saying a word, Lingling drank the entire bowl of Meng Po soup, then looked at Ningbao, who was in a daze.
"Master, drink up!"
You know what, the soup Meng Po makes is really delicious; you want to drink it again after just one time.
Seeing that Lingling had drunk the soup, Ningbao didn't hesitate and picked up the soup to drink as well.
Zhou Rongzhang immediately panicked upon seeing this.
"Ningbao, no!"
You can't drink this Meng Po soup; what if it's bad for your health?
Seeing Zhou Rongzhang's obstruction, Meng Po was not angry; she smiled at him.
"Don't worry, old man, this soup is very nourishing for my little girl."
When Meng Po looked up and saw Zhou Rongzhang's face clearly, she was stunned. Why did this person look so familiar?
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