I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 664 My name is Second Meng

The Underworld Daily: A major incident has occurred! A living person has appeared in the City of the Dead! All of the city's high-level combat forces have been mobilized, but to no avail. Is this the rise of humanity, or the decline of ghostly nature?!
"To the Dead City" Bounty: Bounty offered for human female Lin Xiaohe, in exchange for 1 beta test slot!

With the bounty placed, countless indigenous people drooled and sighed at the swamp.

"Ugh, this is a beta test spot!! God knows how long I've been stuck in this dungeon. Aww, is there any veteran player who needs a support character?!"

"Stop daydreaming. Try to clear this dungeon and move on to the next one as soon as possible. I've really had enough of this low-magic, low-weapon, low-tech dungeon."

The beta test slots are too far out of their reach; it's more worthwhile for them to run more dungeons and earn more crystals.

Those ruthless individuals who can break through the Yin-Yang barrier and enter the underworld in their living form are best left to the big shots to worry about.

A little ghost whispered some big news to his companion: "Did you know? In the Dream Marsh, a small house suddenly appeared, and someone is selling Meng Po soup."

When Big Head Ghost heard those soft, gentle words, he felt like the back of his head was about to be flipped open!
Meng Po soup?!

Meng Po died a long time ago, so who can brew Meng Po's soup?!
Is this ever going to get fixed?!

Big-Headed Ghost's mind was a complete mess. Countless thoughts raced through his mind, but in the end, only one remained—he really wanted to call the police!
"I don't know! I really don't know!"

But since we've already heard about it, why don't we go and see what's going on?

The little devil and the big devil exchanged a glance, then stealthily withdrew from the ghost horde and drifted towards the swamp.

They carefully avoided the arms that occasionally reached out from the swamp, feeling both nervous and excited.

The big-headed ghost pierced his chest cavity and pulled out his own heart, which throbbed violently.

His face was full of relief, immense joy: "My heart hasn't skipped like this in a long time."

Little devil...

Have you forgotten how you even got into the instance?! It's all because of that damned curiosity.

The two ghosts drifted along, sensing a mysterious force guiding them to a certain place.

They didn't remember how far they had walked, but then an extremely simple shed came into view.

A bright green flag was planted in front of the shed, shining like the sun in the gloomy and gray underworld.

The two continued forward uncontrollably.

When they reached the stone-paved ground, they realized that it wasn't a green flag at all, but a wheat stalk that was over two meters tall.

Ha, ha, ha ha ha.

In the barren, skeleton-strewn Dream Swamp, a single wheat plant has somehow sprouted. Could things get any more absurd?

"Gududu..."

It was the sound of boiling water.

The little devil's gaze, almost blankly fixed, slowly moved to the front of the shack.

There was a woman there, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her well-defined, muscular arms, stirring something in a broken earthenware pot with a large iron spoon.

Flames roared beneath the stove.

Deep red flames emerged from the firebox, licking the bottom of the black pottery jar and transferring their scorching heat to the entire tank of water.

The water was bustling with activity.

Bubbles kept rising from the bottom of the water tank to the surface, then bursting with a "pop," releasing countless plumes of hot, white steam.

The little ghost felt that his three souls were somewhat unstable, and his seven spirits seemed about to leave his body.

Is this the legendary Meng Po soup?

Their gazes fell on the woman again. Steam rose from her, obscuring her face, but they sensed a powerful aura mixed with a sense of authority, much like a high-ranking official in the main storyline of the Eastern Kingdom.

The two dared not look any longer, feeling that even a glance would be an offense to the powerful figure before them. Just as they were about to look away, they were horrified to discover that a long-haired skeleton was hanging above the broken pottery jar.

The little devil felt like he couldn't breathe.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he trembled as he pointed at the lifeless, long-haired skeleton: "You, you, you...she...she..."

He stammered and trembled uncontrollably.

The little devil could barely speak clearly, but Lin Xiaohe still cleverly understood.

She gave a knowing look and calmly said, "It's okay, I'll rinse it for her."

Lin Xiaohe drank the Meng Po soup and felt full of energy. Seeing the long-haired skull looking like it was about to die, she decided to save it.

But the long-haired skeleton refused to drink the Meng Po soup, so Lin Xiaohe had no choice but to try to fumigate her.

If you can't drink the herbal decoction, then try a medicinal bath.

Lin Xiaohe thought she was very enthusiastic and grateful, but little did she know how shocking and unbelievable this scene was to the natives!
"..."

After a moment of silence, Little Head Ghost's mind was a jumble of crazy scribbles.

How can cold lips utter colder words?!
Using Meng Po soup to seduce ghosts? That's practically wiping out their souls and erasing their accounts completely!

The little devil's short, small body trembled incessantly, his chest heaving up and down as if he were about to explode at any moment.

This is clearly because he was provoked.

Since they rarely had two guests, Lin Xiaohe wanted to test the effects of the Meng Po soup on the locals. So she scooped out two bowls of Meng Po soup from the earthenware pot and handed them to the two people: "It's free, have a taste?"

To the two ghosts, these words were tantamount to "Go to hell!"
The little-headed ghost and the big-headed ghost huddled together, trembling.

Waaaaah, someone come quick! A powerful being is bullying a low-level ghost!

"Clap clap clap."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached.

Someone's coming!

The two ghosts, Little Head and Big Head, turned to look at Lin Xiaohe almost simultaneously the moment they heard the voice.

Lin Xiaohe lowered her eyes and silently stirred the Meng Po soup.

Suddenly, a thick fog rose from the swamp, like thick milk, obscuring vision and consciousness.

The arms in the ground, like stones thrown into water, shrank into the depths of the swamp, not daring to make a sound.

In this eerie atmosphere, a dim, yellow light shone from the depths of the fog.

The person was not seen, but the sound had already arrived.

The voice was extremely crisp: "Did you guys get a business license and register for taxes while running a tea shop in the Lost Dream Swamp? Tsk tsk tsk, your lack of organization and discipline won't do!"

The lamplight drew closer.

A chubby hand carrying a paper lantern slowly emerged from the mist.

Under the lantern, a familiar face is smiling silently.

The mist swirled around her feet, yet dared not touch the hem of her dark robe.

Holding something resembling a tablet in her right hand, she glanced at the three of them and raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you've even hired some helpers? Where did you find these new recruits? What are their names? Have they been registered in Dead City?"

Small-headed ghosts and big-headed ghosts are the most common ghosts in the underworld. The only ones they can fool are newcomers.

Lin Xiaohe looked at her for a while before slowly speaking, "My name is Second Meng, and you are?"

"Wang Shuxiang, you can just call me Director Wang."