How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Speaking of which, why did he dream about Grandma Meng?

So it really was that bowl of soup from Hong Li that made him have such bad associations...

Yes, it's all Hong Li's fault!

"I'm not doing this!"

Hei Yang sat down cross-legged: "Of course, if you want to hurt me, you must tell me in advance so that I can beg for mercy in time!"

"What if I don't want to hurt you..."

"Don't do it!"

Meng Po: "..."

What kind of contestant is this? He first told her that as long as she made a move, Hei Yang would immediately submit.

Then I told her that hitting people is wrong, but as long as you don't lay a hand on me, I won't do anything...

"Don't you think this kid deserves a beating?"

Hei Yang muttered under his breath, "So let's get rid of him quickly, he's such a nuisance!"

"You..."

Meng Po sighed: "I'm suddenly starting to doubt whether you were able to complete the task I gave you on time..."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot..."

Hei Yang couldn't help but complain, "That's too tedious! So many souls, so many steps, I have to work from dawn till dusk all day long. And when I reach a certain stage, I'll have to work the night shift too? That's too torturous!"

"Can't young people these days handle even a little bit of hard work?"

Meng Po didn't turn around. While simmering the soup, she swiftly and skillfully handed it to the souls crossing the bridge.

“Grandma, I repeat this job day after day. Some of the dead have been reincarnated in front of me countless times. They look so familiar to me, but Grandma, I haven’t complained or been tired, have I?”

"If you're not tired, why would you retire? Keep working..."

Meng Po: "..."

"Ahem, um, I didn't say that just now..."

Seeing that Grandma Meng's expression was off, Hei Yang immediately pulled back from the brink: "Just now, just now it was my other personality. Yes, I have multiple personalities, and just now another personality came online and spoke!"

"Well, that personality has only been around for a few years, he's just a kid, Grandma, please don't take it to heart!"

"A spoonful of soup..."

Meng Po said quietly, "No matter how many personalities you have, I'll eliminate them all."

"Oh no, that poor Black Sun personality will be accidentally hurt..."

"I think that's the one that should be eliminated the most!"

"How could you think like that? Ha, ha ha ha..."

Hei Yang chuckled twice and changed the subject, but still steered the conversation in the direction he wanted: "You see, I've been talking nonsense to you, which must have been disrupting your work efficiency, so let me climb over here!"

"Work efficiency... doesn't matter!"

Meng Po shook her head, not caring at all, and said: "It's not like I can't multitask. I have many clones doing things in different places. Do I need you to chat and gossip?"

The reason they're eating so slowly is because they can't drink the soup fast enough, not because of me.

"Wow, that's amazing..."

Hei Yang scratched his head, looking curiously at the long queue slowly moving forward at the Naihe Bridge: "It seems, it really is like that..."

But are so many people dying every day...?

Old, young, male, female...

There were soldiers wearing armor, with holes punched in their heads...

There was a scholar who, with his long tongue lolling out, committed suicide for reasons unknown...

There are young children who died unexpectedly, completely unaware of their surroundings...

There was also a graceful girl, but whose beauty was short-lived...

"Really are……"

Hei Yang, who was in this long queue back then, didn't have the heart to look closely, but now, seeing it, he was deeply moved.

A quick glance reveals a variety of ages and bizarre ways of dying before Hei Yang, highlighting the fragility of life.

So, I don't have many grand ambitions. As long as I can live without worrying about food and drink, I'm already incredibly lucky.

If you still have someone you love, and someone who loves you, that is the greatest happiness!

The thought that had always been in Hei Yang's mind came back to him: he truly felt incredibly lucky, not just in terms of things like opening gift boxes, but in all the many things in his life that made him happy.

Fortunately, he was able to come to the Realm of Soaring, fortunately, he became his parents' child, fortunately, he met Xiao Li...

Hei Yang had thought this way before, but now, seeing this endless queue, he became even more convinced of his own belief: it would be enough to simply watch the flowers bloom and fade in Five Colors City every year in a quiet and leisurely manner.

"There are relatively few people sent this time."

Meng Po glanced at Hei Yang and said in a somewhat cold tone: "When you see hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people dying in the same way, that's when you'll see a lot of people."

Within the three thousand worlds governed by this underworld alone, there are famines, accidents, wars, plagues...

Sometimes people die one after another, that's just ridiculous.

"Ugh..."

Hei Yang opened his mouth, still reeling from the shock: "Seeing so many dead souls every day, wouldn't your heart grow numb with coldness?"

"Isn't that right?"

Meng Po said slowly, "So, King Yama said: Only someone as virtuous as you can witness so many deaths and still retain a sense of compassion..."

"Tsk tsk, I really don't know why I did so many good deeds before. Now I'm getting my comeuppance."

"what……"

Hei Yang listened to Meng Po's remarks, which were completely contrary to the core values ​​of good deeds being rewarded in the underworld, and whispered a reminder: "Grandma, watch your words. What if some big shot hears you and fires you in a fit of anger... uh, no, postpones your retirement date again? That would be terrible!"

"hiss!"

Meng Po realized, "Indeed! It's been so many years since I've spoken to anyone like that, I was a little out of line... Ahem, Xiao Yang, what Grandma was saying just now..."

"I didn't hear anything!"

"A sensible child."

"That is!"

Hei Yang chuckled and stood up at some point, offering a bowl of soup to the passing ghosts: "Since you have so many realms in your body, why don't you create a few more, or find some lowly ghosts in the underworld to help you?"

"You've been doing this job all these years by yourself, it must be so lonely!"

"Hmph, besides me, you're the only one who thinks this is hard work."

Meng Po gave a soft hum and explained, "In the eyes of other wandering souls, this is a very desirable job."

All you have to do is boil soup and serve it to someone to gain immense merit in helping them achieve enlightenment. Do you understand the value of this merit?

Once I resign from my position in the underworld, even without the protection of the netherworld, the immense merit I have accumulated will ensure that everything goes smoothly for me, and no one will dare to offend me.

This kind of work must be done by my own body; if I ask someone else to do it, they will take away the merit.

It's not that I'm stingy, Grandma, but there are rules in the underworld. If I reduce the merits I accumulate at the Meng Po Pavilion while increasing them elsewhere, it will cause chaos.

"Aha?"

Hei Yang looked completely bewildered: "What about me? Won't I take away your merits?"

"You..."

Meng Po glanced at Hei Yang: "I told you that your Soaring Realm is not under the jurisdiction of the Underworld, so you should understand now, right?"

"Temporary worker! Working tirelessly like a slave, taking the blame and getting scolded without complaint, carefully trying to please colleagues, and then the company pays them but can't find them?!"

"clever!"

Hei Yang: "..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 157 Seriously, so many people have confessed their feelings to me before!

"When merit is bestowed, no trace of you in this world can be found, so no merit will be diverted."

Looking at Hei Yang's displeased expression, Meng Po couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't be upset. You also have merit to bestow upon you for saving those innocent souls in your world."

"Well, in your world, that kind of thing isn't called merit. To put it bluntly, it's a manifestation of luck. Good people get good rewards, and that's not just a saying."

"Ha, then I definitely can't be a good person."

Hei Yang curled his lip: "So, I guess I'll just have to do your work for free."

"It's about caring for the elderly!"

"They even care about children!"