I slay demons and monsters in a bizarre city.

Chapter 51: You have a small skill, but you still dare to do the same thing?
Li Changgeng never expected Meng Po soup to taste so good. To be honest, this was the best soup he had ever drunk since he had memories, without exception. He even felt that his tongue and eyes didn't matter anymore. The taste wasn't just sweet and sour, or bitter and spicy, or even smelly. In short, the taste was amazing.

"Is it delicious? Yes, the human tongue is the instrument for tasting all the flavors of the world, and with so much saliva, you've tasted it, haven't you?"

Duanwu looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy. This vengeful spirit from Mount Tai had tormented the Bridge of Helplessness for a long time. Every time it came, it was like a house-destroying force. Even a huge pot of Meng Po soup wasn't enough for it. But now, Li Changgeng was lying on the pot, drinking it as freely as could be.

Saliva? Li Changgeng burped. Forget about it. The taste of saliva mixed with stewing was pretty much what it tasted like.

We need to find a way to take the Meng Po soup with us and feed it to my younger sister, Li Ying. Maybe then she'll wake up.

"What can I do to take the Meng Po soup with me?"

Li Changgeng felt that it was very impolite of him to ask such a question at this critical juncture. He had also eaten and drunk the food, and was taking things for free, which was somewhat unfair.

The thunderclouds gradually dissipated, transforming into the strong body of Mount Tai. It turned out that the dark clouds were actually Mount Tai's body, facial features, internal organs, and viscera.

"Let's defeat that brat Taishan first, he'll tear your mouth apart." Duanwu had somehow produced a palm-leaf fan in his hand, which looked no different from the palm-leaf fans used by the old men on the street when they were sweating profusely in the heat, wearing vests.

"Soul-summoning banners and Fengdu palm-leaf fans—you have no sincerity whatsoever; you are no match for me!"

Taishan's face was pitch black, with only his scarlet eyes visible. The chains binding his arms and elbows snapped and broke. The moment his feet touched the ground, the earth shook violently, and the Bridge of Helplessness swayed as if an earthquake had struck.

"This time is different!" Bai Wuchang leaped into the air, the Soul-Summoning Banner clearing the way, and casually lashed out with the Soul-Locking Whip!
Snapped!
With a loud bang, the wronged souls in the River of Oblivion screamed in terror and wailed. The Soul-Locking Whip struck their bodies, making their souls tremble. It was countless times more painful than having one's tongue twisted while still alive.

"A mere trick, yet you dare to show off your skills before an expert?" With a light and effortless flying kick, Taishan turned the Soul-Summoning Banner into tattered strips, seized the Soul-Locking Whip with his left hand, and practiced a smooth Rising Dragon Fist with his right.

boom!
Taishan punched Bai Wuchang so hard that his jaw was crooked. Li Changgeng saw that Bai Wuchang's face seemed to be deformed. Bai Wuchang floated to the ground, looking very disheveled.

boom!
Mount Tai delivered another powerful, steely punch into the void.

In the void, the appearance of the big-eyed loli Duanwu gradually became clear.

"Your aura concealment is terrible. How did your master teach you? Did your chef teach you invisibility?" Taishan withdrew his fist effortlessly, easily taking control.

Duanwu clutched her stomach, wincing in pain, "You, you, you assaulted a minor girl, you deserve to die!"

"Pah!" Taishan spat out a mouthful of saliva. "I'm thousands of years old, don't you know how to respect the elderly and care for the young? You still have the nerve to say this to me?"

Duanwu picked up the palm-leaf fan from the ground, but before she could even use the magic weapon to launch a sneak attack, she was instead ambushed by Taishan. "You, you bully the young, you are disrespectful to your elders, you take advantage of your age, you shameless bastard!"

Mount Tai is less a place for restless, vengeful spirits and more a place for people rejected by the city of Fengdu.

As a martial artist from the pre-Qin period, Taishan used martial arts to transcend his soul and cultivate into an immortal. After his death, his soul did not dissipate and he was unable to reincarnate. Even in the cycle of reincarnation, there was no place for Taishan.

Taishan had once wandered aimlessly, and over the years, the only thing that gave him the will to live was the soup brewed by Meng Po.

Every time he came to the Bridge of Helplessness, it was actually not very interesting; there was nothing new about it.

None of these people were a match for him.

In this situation, Li Changgeng only wanted to grab the bucket and run away. To be precise, during their fierce confrontation, Li Changgeng actually found a dilapidated and rotten wooden bucket, half-filled with Meng Po soup.

In the bronze shrine, card number 9 can summon a hearse. Riding in the hearse will take you directly back to his home, although this situation is somewhat strange, as his home leads to the Bridge of Helplessness.

Card number 9 appeared in Li Changgeng's hand. With a thought, a red hearse appeared. This one was a different color; Li Changgeng remembered that the last hearse was white.

"Just leave. Feed the Meng Po soup to your sister Li Changgeng; it might have a miraculous effect." "Trying to run away with the bucket? Ask my fists if they'll allow it first!" Taishan's face was dark, his eyes were scarlet, and when he spoke, he revealed his white teeth. Although he looked fierce and cruel, he always seemed to have a touch of humor and amusement.

"We'll keep to ourselves and go our separate ways! I advise you not to mess with me." Li Changgeng wasn't afraid at all; even if he was, it wouldn't matter. This guy named Taishan had a conflict with the Bridge of Helplessness, so he probably wouldn't fight him.

Taishan's crimson eyes stared at Li Changgeng. This kid had a divine mark on him, which was quite strange. "Oh dear, am I easily frightened? I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you before!"

"Hey! You'll see him today!" Bai Wuchang chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. "His name is Li Changgeng, he's the reinforcement we invited. Your good days are over!"

Meng Po went to rest in the pavilion, seemingly oblivious to what was happening around her.

Her job was simply to make soup, nothing more.

"Really? I'd like to see what he's got. I'll fight anyone who tries to take my soup."

Mount Tai swung his fist, as big as a sandbag, and slammed it backward.

Boom! The hearse summoned by Li Changgeng collapsed into a pile of broken copper and scrap iron.

Li Changgeng wanted to summon the Golden Revolver from Card #14, but realized it was useless; the Golden Revolver couldn't even hurt Big Eyes Duanwu.

Let the black goat, Brother Goat, come out and give it a try.

This Taishan is a power-type fighter; Nine-Tailed Fox and Octopus Girl are definitely no match for him, and even Skeleton Reaper is probably no match for him.

A colorful glow appeared behind Li Changgeng, and Card No. 3 flashed. A dazzling crack appeared in the void, and the black goat walked out, its scarlet, curved horns burning with hellfire, and its hooves stepping on the Bridge of Helplessness.

"Um, well, sir, I'm pondering the continuation of human civilization, the fusion of brine and tofu, and the question of ants crawling to heaven." The black goat stretched out its octopus-like tentacles, its eyes filled with confusion.

"Then, sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

The black goat sniffed the air and smelled a wonderful aroma, which seemed to have a magical power to attract him.

It turned out to be the aroma emanating from the soup in that pot. The smell was so enticing and exciting.

The black goat picked up the broken wooden bucket from Li Changgeng's hand, lifted it up, and gulped down the soup.

I licked my lips; it tasted amazing.

Taishan's face, which was originally as black as charcoal, has now turned completely black.

"Wow, this is delicious! I want to drink it!" The black goat smacked its lips. "This soup is very rich and seems to be very helpful to my intelligence. Maybe it can even cure my mental illness."

Li Changgeng then said, "Brother Yang, I suggest you take more with you and drink it slowly when you get back! Share some with me too."

Taishan pursed his lips and stood in front of the black goat.

"A bastard who's neither human nor ghost nor god nor sheep!"

"Spit out the soup you drank, or I'll crush your eggs!"

(End of this chapter)