How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

However, just then, a familiar aura suddenly flashed past me!

Gently blowing on the soup, Meng Po looked at Hei Yang with a half-smile: "Guess who this familiar aura belongs to?"

Hei Yang: "..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 116 As long as I ask for two straws when I buy it, no one will know that I'm drinking two cups all by myself.

"Yeah, who exactly is this person?"

Hei Yang looked puzzled: "Let me guess, first, let's rule out me, then..."

Oh, right! I just saw a really tall and fierce-looking horse outside, it must be this one!

Goodness gracious! I was wondering why something looked off about it. Turns out, it's the Horse-Face demon from the underworld who's escaped!

Oh, by the way, didn't it also have a brother, the Minotaur, that ran out with it?

Ha, they've gone too far! Letting them get away with this is a disgrace to the underworld!

How about this? You release me first, and I'll go and catch those horse-faced demons and ox-headed demons for you!

"Hmph, don't worry, I'm Black... The thing I hate most in my life when I leave the forest is minotaurs. I'll go up and chop them down the moment I see them..."

"Your mouth is much sharper than it used to be. You must have practiced a lot over the years."

Meng Po, still with a kind expression, said, "Alright, stop guessing, it's you, child."

Also, don't sneak back; there's nowhere left to go.

"You must have remembered it wrong!"

Hei Yang was about to cry: "Well, you receive millions of people every day on the Bridge of Helplessness, so it's normal to have face blindness occasionally!"

Not to mention that sixteen years have passed, my statute of limitations should have expired by now..."

"Indeed, day after day, year after year, we've received quite a lot of people."

Meng Po sighed: "However, there are always a few little troublemakers among them who leave a deep impression on me."

"That little rascal must be Ox-Head and Horse-Face!"

"It's you."

"Oh……"

Hei Yang pleaded with a mournful face, "This is...this is all from my past life. Please forgive me, I beg you!"

"How can this be allowed? You said you could let him get away with it so easily, what about the reputation of the underworld?"

Meng Po suddenly smiled sheepishly.

"To be honest, I'm supposed to retire next year, and I always thought I wouldn't have any regrets before I retired. But then I met you, and that's the regret I'm facing. Maybe this is what they mean by good deeds being rewarded and bad deeds being punished."

Hei Yang: "???"

You might as well put it more clearly: whoever does evil will be punished, whoever does evil will be punished!

Don't you think the role you're playing right now is that of the real villain?!

With a kind smile on his face, he drove someone to their death?

"That is to say..."

Hei Yang suddenly felt breathless, his voice trembling: "So, if I just hide for another year, nothing will happen?"

So all his good luck over the years must have been concentrated in the years before he turned sixteen!

And then the days just end?

"That's not it!"

Looking at Hei Yang, Meng Po sighed, "This Meng Po soup, each person can only drink one bowl, not one less or one more."

The soup you simmered in your past life took sixteen years to cook, and this soup has been waiting for you for sixteen years now.

"Could it be..."

Hei Yang pursed his lips, unwilling to accept it, and said, "Am I destined to not live past seventeen in either of my two lifetimes? Is this fate?"

Damn it, he's not reconciled! My fate is in my hands...

"Thinking too much."

Meng Po tapped the side of the pot with her soup spoon: "It's just a coincidence, and besides, haven't you already turned seventeen?"

"Ah?"

Hei Yang was interrupted while casting his spell, and tilted his head: "Oh right."

"Don't go over it."

Meng Po filled the bowl and handed it to Hei Yang: "Drink it while it's hot, otherwise it will affect the taste when it gets cold."

What, do you still need Grandma to feed you? Open your mouth, ah—"

"Oh, I don't think I'm used to it. Could you try it for me first?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's pretty good."

"I think I should force-feed you."

Hei Yang stared at his reflection in the bowl, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Really, can't we even discuss this anymore...?"

"I can't."

Meng Po shook her head, then suddenly revealed a wary expression: "If you dare to use this as mouthwash again, I'll force this whole pot of soup down your throat!"

Hei Yang: "!!!"

"No, didn't you say..."

Hei Yang crossed his arms defensively over his chest: "Didn't you say this soup was precious and that I couldn't even have one more bowl?!"

"Anyway, an exception has already been made for you, so whatever."

Meng Po said casually, "Don't you think about how many bowls of soup I have to serve every day? It would be strange if it were really that precious."

According to what you said in your past life, this is a form of scarcity marketing, used to build brand image and enhance the credibility of the underworld…

"No wonder they say that people who are about to retire are really something, they dare to say anything now..."

Hei Yang covered his mouth tightly, his voice coming through his fingers: "Since you said you'd make an exception, then make an exception and let me go."

"No, there are different levels of exceptions."

Meng Po refused to drink a drop of water: "Hurry up and drink it yourself, Grandma doesn't want to do it herself."

Drink up! Drink a bowl of soup, and you'll forget everything, past and present lives...

"Forget everything...forget everything..."

Hei Yang was stunned. Vivid images flashed through his mind, the laughter, anger, and scolding of his loved ones were still vivid. Did he really have to forget them?

"Hey, why is the child crying?"

Meng Po looked puzzled: "I remember you drank the soup very readily last time. Although you were reluctant to part with it, you were very cooperative except for using it as mouthwash."

It was Hei Yang's cooperative attitude that made her lower her guard!

"The previous life, this life..."

Hei Yang sobbed, whispering, "Could you... just forget the past life, and please don't make me forget this one..."

"what?"

"The second bowl is half price..."

Hei Yang argued softly, "So, is it not enough to only pay half of the memories?"

Meng Po: "..."

"no!"

Meng Po refused the half-price ticket.

"Then we have no choice but to..."

Hei Yang lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, then slowly drew his sword and looked at Meng Po: "I won't drink!"

"Ok?"

Meng Po looked surprised: "You still dare to draw your sword against me?"

"It's at least a psychological comfort."

Hei Yang sniffed, wiped away his tears, and looked at Meng Po: "Although I know it's useless."

"Do you know what the consequences would be if you drew your sword against me?"

Meng Po's face darkened: "Aren't you afraid that your soul will be scattered and you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated?"

"Better to be scattered than forgotten! Might as well just be scattered!"