How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"Only in this way can we completely restore them to their factory condition. Seriously, they're even wearing armor after being reincarnated! What were they thinking!"

"Ah this..."

Hongli was taken aback, shifted a few steps, and moved closer to Heiyang, whispering, "Do we also have any karmic debts from killing? Do we need to add ingredients when we drink soup?"

"What are you thinking? We're outlaws, we don't need any soup."

"Yeah, hehehe..."

"Hey, you two, be serious and stop whispering to each other!"

Meng Po couldn't help but speak up, "And their warhorses also need to be fed soup, don't forget!"

"Ow..."

"it is good……"

"and many more……"

Hei Yang frowned, then suddenly stretched out a hand: "Um, Grandma Meng, look over there. Is that a normal phenomenon in the underworld?"

"what?"

Meng Po raised her voice: "What normal phenomenon?"

"There's a guy over there..."

Hongli said expressionlessly, "He's aiming an arrow at us..."

Meng Po: "..."

On the Bridge of Helplessness not far away, a ghost who appeared to be a general held a longbow formed from ghostly energy, nocked an arrow, drew the bowstring, and looked at them with a murderous expression.

"Rampaging Wolf Army! All troops, listen to my command!"

The general roared, "To live, be a hero; to die, be a ghost among heroes!"

The King of Hell takes turns sitting on the throne, and today it's my turn!

"Follow me, storm into the Palace of the Dead, and seize his throne!"

"Kill!!!"

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers immediately drew their weapons and charged towards the Meng Po Pavilion: "Take his bird's seat!"

"Excellent, that's the spirit!"

Upon receiving the response from his subordinates, the general burst into laughter: "Let's start with this old woman and kill her as a sacrifice to the flag!"

"Old woman! Old woman!"*n

"Operate! Operate!"

"..."

As the soldiers—some without arms, some with short legs, some without heads, and some with only half their bodies—roared and charged toward them, Meng Po Pavilion fell into an awkward silence.

"..."

Hongli and Heiyang exchanged a glance, then simultaneously revealed a comical smile.

"Ahem, that..."

Hei Yang chuckled and said, "Grandma... cough cough, Grandma Meng, they're provoking you!"

"This is more than just a provocation! It's a slap in the face!"

Hongli was filled with righteous indignation: "You just said they were following the rules, and now they want to rebel and even use you as a sacrifice. They don't treat you like a human being at all!"

"That's it!"

"Yes, yes!"

"..."

Meng Po's head was filled with the characters "井" (well). Compared to those rebels, she felt that these two who were stirring up trouble deserved to be beaten up even more.

Hei Yang: "So..."

Hongli: "That's exactly what I want..."

"If you say another word, I'll boil you both in the pot!"

"!!!"

Hei Yang Hongli was terrified and retreated several steps, crouching in the corner of the pavilion, trembling.

Meng Po: "..."

"Ugh……"

With a helpless sigh, Meng Po gently tapped the side of the pot with her soup spoon: "Tap tap tap."

As the knocking sound subsided, a series of splashes and cries of agony followed.

The Bridge of Helplessness, which was originally meant to support these souls, suddenly became ethereal, causing the souls to feel as if their bodies were being crushed by a thousand pounds of weight. Without any resistance, they fell off the Bridge of Helplessness like dumplings being dropped into the River of Oblivion.

The souls that remained obediently in place still floated on the bridge, and those who were watching also suppressed their inappropriate thoughts and fell silent.

Without Meng Po urging them again, in an instant, the group of souls lined up in an orderly and quiet manner, eager to drink the soup and looking like they were in a hurry to be reincarnated.

"Pfft, ah!"

In the River of Oblivion, the general roared and struggled in despair: "How could I, a dignified Grand General of the Imperial Court, fall here? Wait for me to return..."

"Ouch!"

A bronze dog suddenly leaped out of the river, swallowed the general whole, and made a "crunching" chewing sound.

"Phew, done."

Meng Po wiped away imaginary beads of sweat from her forehead, turned her head, and looked at Hong Li and Hei Yang with a smile.

"Why are you two suddenly so far away from your grandma? Come here quickly, grandma won't hurt you!"

Hei Yang: "..."

Hongli: "..."

"Ahem, well, let me give you a shoulder massage, Grandma!"

"Grandma, Heiyang only massages your shoulders for fun. If you really want to have fun, I should massage your back!"

…………

At night, it gets a little cool.

In the spacious courtyard, two couples lay on straw mats with a small fire, gazing at the starry sky.

Hei Yang Hong Li returned at the end of the month, with a waning moon hanging in the sky.

Now it is already mid-December, and the tortuous 577th year of the Water Calendar is about to pass. Seeing the full moon this time, Qing Yiyi and the others finally no longer miss their families.

Although in a sense, Hei Yang and Hong Li are now separated from them by death... cough cough, the children have indeed returned home, and there is no need to worry about them anymore.

"No, I still can't help thinking about them..."

Lan Yuying couldn't help but speak, her face showing concern.

"Are they really lying here cold and hungry in those damp little boxes? Do you think we should send them some worn-out cotton-padded coats or something so they can put them under their bodies as a cushion?"

"I don't think we need to."

Qing Yiyi looked thoughtful: "It's not cold yet, and young people have a lot of energy..."

After a pause, Qing Yiyi suddenly remembered something: "Oh, right, Xiaoyang said they went to work to pay for their lodging fees, but I don't know where they went to work..."

"Anywhere is fine, as long as it's not some illegal or improper job."

Hei Muguang suddenly spoke up: "I'm just afraid they'll be too lazy and get kicked out."

"Hmm, I suddenly wonder if it's really appropriate for us to make things so difficult for them..."

Lan Yuying ultimately couldn't bring herself to harden her heart. During the day, when the two children were playing the victim and acting pitiful, she almost gave in.

"Xiaochen, what do you think?"

Hong Xiaochen: "Hoo hoo... hoo hoo..."

Lan Yuying: "..."

Little Fire: "Chirp chirp Zzzzzz...happiness..."

.........

Wuliang Sword Sect.

"I'm ready!"

In a pristine white space, Hong Butian suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "The test can begin now!"

"it is good!"

A faint, inhuman voice called out: "The one accepting the test, Hong Butian, the first test: weapon identification. Please listen to the question!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom image of a longbow appeared in front of Hong Butian: "Please answer, what kind of weapon is this!"

"Um……"