The rise of the fast-moving boss

Chapter 583 I Sell Bowls of Soup in Hell 16
The ancient street in Yinyin is very beautiful. Although the sky is gloomy and not very beautiful, the beautiful and exquisite buildings on the street and the shouting ghost merchants make this street full of charm.

Only at this moment, a slender black figure walked down the street in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

"What nonsense? Many ghosts in our underworld know about this!"

"Xiao Mengyao rescued a young man in Wangchuan Hanoi many years ago. That time, her vitality was seriously injured. After landing on the shore, she struggled and ran to the street and fainted!"

how come……

Bai Wuchang's words kept lingering in his ears, very clearly.

It is also constantly impacting the soul of the god of death.

"That time, little Mengyao lay in bed for several months, she was in a daze... almost couldn't make it through!"

Almost... just couldn't make it through.

The god of death's heart trembled, and his face was also very pale.

He seemed to have imagined a thin and small girl in front of his eyes, lying pitifully on the bed, unconscious.

But—how could it be!

Obviously... Mingzhuman saved him!
How could it be Meng Yao!

Thoughts, can't help but drift to that year...

"Are you ok?"

The young man's god of death woke up leisurely, his eyes were blurred at first, and then gradually became clear.

A crisp voice sounded next to his ear, and he looked up, only to see a girl in red with fluttering hair blinking at him.

"Hmm..." Reaper sat up slowly, feeling uncomfortable all over, "Yes, did you save me?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then smiled brightly: "Yes~ My name is Zhuman, a Bana flower. What's your name?"

"Ugh, cough, cough..."

The Grim Reaper curled up in pain, trembling all over.

"Ah! What's the matter with you?" The girl was taken aback by Death's reaction.

The god of death felt that his whole body was bound by a net, and the net was still tightening and tightening...

"I... um..." Death God wanted to say something, but felt too much pain, and couldn't speak for a while.

"Little Lord!"

At this time, a bodyguard who personally protected Death God ran over and quickly hugged Death God: "Young Master!"

"Zhuman, Zhuman..." The young Death God yelled the name forcefully, and at the same time threw a bead from his waist to Zhuman, "I...my name is Loolan, I...well...I Come back to find you..."

He will never forget, in the Wangchuan River, the girl he vaguely saw was swimming towards him regardless of her body.

He couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but he still remembered what the girl said in his ear when he was flustered.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

At that time, he had already choked several mouthfuls of Wangchuan water, and he felt that he must be finished.

But the girl gave him hope, her words warmed his heart, and her hands brought him ashore.

"How could it be..." Withdrawing his thoughts, the god of death looked at the street blankly, feeling terribly cold all over his body.

"Little Mengyao finally passed out on the street. Later, she woke up and said that there was a boy still on the shore, and asked us to rescue him! But when we arrived, there was no one on the shore."

Bai Wuchang's words continued to ring out, like a knife, ruthlessly piercing his heart, and also telling him to see the reality clearly.

"No!" He remembered that he retorted like this, "It was Zhuman who saved me! How could it be Meng Yao!"

At that moment, Bai Wuchang looked at him with a confused face: "Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Zhuman? Just that little broken flower? Hehe..."

"Don't let her go into the water to save people, with that little Pohua's ability, I'm afraid she will lose half her life just touching the Wangchuan water!"

Is the Wangchuan River really an ordinary river?
"Zhuman...Zhuman grew up watered by the Wangchuan River, but she...she is different!" He still couldn't accept this fact.

It's just that this rebuttal is a little pale and weak.

Regarding this, Bai Wuchang just sneered: "Do you believe such an idiot's lie? God of death...you really are an idiot!"

After finishing speaking, Bai Wuchang angrily pulled Hei Wuchang away.

how could this be……

Death asked himself over and over again.

Zhuman...did he lie to himself?

Zhuman's smiling face couldn't help appearing in Death's mind.

"What's wrong with the poor man? Lost your soul?"

Just when the god of death was dazed and didn't know what to do, the candy seller next to him couldn't help but said: "Master, buy some candy and taste it, it's very sweet, keep me in a better mood!"

Hearing this voice, the god of death seemed to be injected into his soul at once!

He looked at the peddler suddenly, but he was taken aback: "Poor, poor man?"

Why is this poor man looking at him so fiercely?He didn't do anything!

The god of death didn't know that he had frightened the peddler, so he just took two steps forward and stared at the peddler.

"Let me ask you, do you know Meng Po Meng Yao in this underworld?"

"I know, I know." The peddler heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was asking someone, "Is the messenger a newcomer? If you want to talk about Mrs. Meng, it's really a ghost on our street watching him grow up!"

Because the god of death is wearing half a mask at this moment, the ghosts on the street didn't recognize the god of death—because the god of death's reputation in the underworld is really bad, so the god of death usually wears a mask when he goes out.

"Looking at you growing up... So, you are very familiar with Meng Yao's affairs, right?" The God of Death looked at the peddler with a slightly excited look at this moment, "Then, do you know that Meng Yao has been in the same place for many years? Saved a boy before? In the Wangchuan River?"

"Of course I know it!" The peddler nodded his head as a matter of course, "Little Mengyao really scared all of us at that time! That little girl with a pale face is really scared to death!"

As soon as this was mentioned, the peddler patted his chest in fear.

"Master, let me tell you, I was there at that time! Everyone was terrified at that time, but fortunately they were not too flustered, so they hurried to find Lord Hades. If it was later, Xiao Mengyao might be killed It's at stake!
But poor man, why are you asking this? "

At this moment, the god of death could no longer listen to the peddler's words. He turned around in a daze and continued to walk forward.

Actually... it's true...

Probably because I really couldn't believe it in my heart, the god of death suddenly went crazy and grabbed several ghosts on the street and asked the same question.

Ma Dan, who is this?

You lived in a mental hospital before you died, right?
Ghosts have no temperature, they are inherently cold.

It's just that at this moment, the god of death is standing on the street full of ghosts and ghosts, watching the ghosts move... but it feels as cold as falling into a freezer!
In addition to the cold, there are bursts of heartache!
(End of this chapter)