Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

After the bull-headed, horse-faced, black and white impermanence, and many dark soldiers and generals suppressed the restless ghost group, he poked his head out of the window.

"Egg-filled cakes, five thousand spirit coins each. Only spirit coins are accepted. One ghost can only buy one piece. If you want to buy, please line up on my right side. If you don't want to buy, please leave in an orderly manner from my left side. Don't give any trouble. The police have caused trouble, thank you all for your cooperation."

"One ghost can only buy one. Why?" A ghost dressed in extremely luxurious clothes was immediately dissatisfied. "I have plenty of money, 50,000 spirit coins each. Give me ten first."

"Get the fuck out of here."

In front of the live broadcast of Difu TV Station, Lu Wenwu thought that he was very qualified this time and used honorifics in vulgar sentences.

He waved a strong wind and flew the uncultivated ghost two miles away. Lu Wenwu looked at the surging ghost group again.

"If you want to eat cake, just wait in line, understand?"

"I understand, I understand!"

A group of rich ghosts who wanted to eat egg-filled pancakes immediately lined up in a neat row and moved back spontaneously.

Those ghosts who did not have spirit coins in their hands looked at Lu Wenwu and the large number of ghosts nearby who were maintaining order, and decisively chose to leave the scene in an orderly manner.

Lu Wenwu was very satisfied and continued to make and sell egg-filled pancakes.

At the same time, at the end of Huangquan Road, beside the Wangchuan River.

The river was as scarlet as blood, and the ghosts and ghosts whose souls were filled with resentment were tumbling up and down in the river, drifting with the current, and letting out painful and crazy wails.

These resentful spirits stretched out their hands, trying to drag the ghosts on the bridge down into the river to keep them company, but they always failed.

An ancient courtyard stands beside the road. The main building is not tall, only four stories high.

There are hundreds of corridors and rooms surrounding it, all connected together. They are all built with red stone columns, painted pillars and carved beams, with half-rolled bead curtains and jade cases.

There are three big characters written on the main entrance of the compound - Meng Po Village.

Outside Mengpo Village, there are high platforms on both sides of Huangquan Road, with pots and stoves and cooking utensils beside them. Everywhere you look is packed with seats, the sound of ghosts is heard, and a faint fragrance wafts out.

Everything is as described in "Jingjiang Baojuan".

This is the most famous teahouse in the entire underworld, the hotel with the most magnificent scenery in the entire underworld, the office of the Wangchuan Ghost Food Bureau, and the most prestigious place in the entire underworld.

No matter which version of the underworld legend it is, no matter how many times the managers of the underworld have been changed, or how many times their positions have been changed, Po Meng standing on the Naihe Bridge and giving soup will always be there, quietly comforting everyone who is nostalgic for the past. ghost.

Even though it is difficult for ghosts today to see Po Meng personally going to the bridge to give soup, this is still a traditional scenery in the underworld that seems to never change.

Anyone who has been reincarnated can still enjoy that bowl of thick soup with an indescribable taste.

In the office located on the top floor of the main building, a beautiful woman with a gentle temperament held a cup in her hands and drank the "tea" in one gulp.

Looking carefully, there was about a spoonful of mud at the bottom of the finished cup.

This is one of the main ingredients of the ancient Mengpo soup - soul-purifying soil.

To put it bluntly, this is the mud that has accumulated over the years under the Wangchuan River.

The Dreaming Rhododendron that grows on the opposite bank of the Wangchuan River is added to the Pure Soul Soil, and is refined with other auxiliary materials. This is the original Meng Po Soup.

As the times progress, there are more and more ghosts in the underworld.

In order to meet the increasing demand, the recipe of Mengpo soup has been improved several times, and finally reached the point where it can be mass-produced today.

There is no need for Mrs. Meng to work day and night and cook it herself.

"Thinking of all kinds of magic? Pure physical cultivation? This boy is really interesting."

Watching Lu Wenwu making egg-filled pancakes, Po Meng showed a smile.

"Meng Yong."

"grown ups."

An elegant girl appeared out of thin air in the room, wearing a dark palace dress embroidered with gold patterns. She walked lightly to Meng Po's desk and performed an ancient woman's salute.

"Go and visit the Central Ghost Resources and Underworld Security Department of the Underworld. In this underworld exam, there is a person named The Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War? Go and transfer his household registration to our General Food Bureau."

"Sir, it's civil servants and files from the underworld, not ghost errands and household registration." Meng Yong bowed again and said seriously, "And this year's underworld exam has just ended and the results haven't been released yet. This is against the rules."

"They're all the same, understand the spirit." Po Meng waved her hand impatiently, "Those guys are not here now. I am the only Yin God left in the underworld to look after the house. So what if I don't follow the rules? Go and adjust it and say I want it myself. of."

"grown ups."

"Ok?"

"Yes, I will do it now, slave."

"That's pretty much it."

Seeing Meng Yong disappear in a breeze, Po Meng showed a satisfied smile and continued to happily watch Lu Wenwu's live broadcast selling egg cakes.

Of course she wasn't using the broadcasting equipment from the underworld.

It's her incredibly strong soul power!

As one of the oldest Yin gods in the underworld, although she is not good at fighting, her power is still terrifying.

Soon, Meng Yong came back, with a trace of obvious confusion on his fair and tender face.

Po Meng glanced at her: "Something went wrong?"

"Yes, sir." Meng Yong nodded, "The director of the Ghost Resources Department clearly rejected your request to transfer the files. He only gathered the marking officials to give priority to the examination papers of the Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War."

"You didn't say it was me who said it?"

Po Meng was stunned, as if she didn't expect that the other party would be so disrespectful to her.

Meng Yong said: "I told you, but I was still rejected. The other party's attitude was very tough."

Po Meng sat up straight and frowned slightly: "What's the reason? Whose instructions did that kid get? He himself is not so bold to disobey me."

"It's King Chakravartin and King Yama."

Meng Yong replied calmly.

"After the Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War came down, King Qin Guang of the First Palace started a special procedure. The Yamas of the Ten Palaces were interrogated together. During the process of weighing on the karma scale, he found boundless karma and immeasurable merits. This caused the Wheel-turning King of the Ten Palaces to Adult interest.”

"Lord Wheel King believed that the Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War could be forged into a good sword. He wanted to make him join the Guimen Pass Security Bureau for intense training, but he didn't expect that he would have an amnesty order from the underworld in his hand, and he would complete the trial of hell ahead of schedule. , and also took the prefectural civil service examination.”

"But you can rest assured, sir. In addition to the slaves, the Yin general sent by Lord Chakravartin King just now was also rejected by the director of the Ghost Resources Department, and the other party's files were not transferred to the Guimen Pass Security Bureau in advance."

"Amnesty Order from the Underworld?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Po Meng's eyes.

Then he seemed to think of something, and his expression quickly returned to calm.

"I see. You are probably talking about those little gadgets that Lao Hei made, right? That makes more sense. It's not surprising that those young people down there are so ignorant that they made the wrong choice."

Meng Yong shook his head: "I don't know this, and I don't dare to overstep without authorization."

"You, you, are so honest, and every move you make is more dogmatic than an old woman like me. It's true." Po Meng sighed, "Tell me, what did that guy with a black face say?"

Meng Yong said honestly: "King Yama intends to let the Invincible Tyrannosaurus God enter Emperor Zhong Kui's Demon-Conquering Division, but it is just an intention. King Yama said that he is a person with very unique ideas, and it would be unsightly to force the arrangement. The details are still unclear. It depends on his own choice."

"Because of this, Lord Yama asked me and the ghost general to tell you and Lord Chakravartin respectively not to interfere in the choice of the Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War, and let him decide whether to stay or go on his own."

"What if I don't want to?" Meng Po suddenly said.

Meng Yong answered again: "Lord Yama said that if you insist on doing so, then he can return in his true form. You are too kind-hearted, and some things are not suitable for you to do, otherwise they would not have unanimously decided to let you stay at home."

What King Yama is referring to is naturally not something as simple as adjusting files and arranging a ghost mission.

After hearing this, Mrs. Meng suddenly raised her eyebrows: "Okay! Okay! The world has changed, and God's heart is not the same! Now this old black-faced man dares to threaten me?"

"Meng Po is serious. You have worked hard and made an indelible contribution to the development of the underworld. How dare I do such a thing?"

The black-faced King Yama suddenly appeared in front of Po Meng with a smile on his face.

"Then what do you mean?"

Meng Po drank another cup of Meng Po soup angrily, leaned back on the wide chair, and showed no intention of pouring the other person a cup.

Meng Yong, who was still on the side, fetched a teapot and poured a cup of tea for King Yama. He led him to sit down beside him, and then he respectfully retreated behind the screen in the room.

King Yama took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "The situation is really critical, so I had to take this step. I hope Po Meng can forgive me."

"How dangerous is it?"

Po Meng asked relentlessly, her face obviously unhappy.

"All the batch you spawned last time are dead?"

"To be precise, it's because we can't keep up with the follow-up." King Yama's eyes were indifferent, and his tone became slightly colder. "Whether you agree or not, we can no longer be as gentle as before, without delay."

"Urgent? Then you let these young guys with potential be quickly fed up like a duck, and then let me watch them disappear and die one after another? Fall like meteors?"

Po Meng clenched her fists fiercely, and the aura exuding from her body became more and more unfathomable.

"It's been decades, isn't it enough! China's orthodoxy and inheritance were almost cut off in our hands, do you know? What on earth do you and those guys from Heaven want to do!"

King Yama said nothing.

He took a sip of tea quietly, his bright eyes full of dodge, not daring to look at Po Meng.

"boom!"

"say!"

The angry Mrs. Meng slammed down the table in front of her, and the hair on her back automatically flew into the air without any wind.

She glared directly at the big, dark-faced man in front of her who said nothing, and she was filled with anger.

"King Yama! I'm asking you something! Answer me!"

".I know."

King Yama let out a long sigh.

"But we have no choice. This is not what I meant. It was a joint decision after a meeting at the top."

"It's not just about Lu Wenwu. In the future, ghosts who have not been reincarnated in the underworld for more than fifty years will also be forced to participate in the player lottery. They will first choose from the ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell."

"These ghosts selected from the eighteen levels of hell will serve as the lowest level consumables."

Po Meng's eyes widened instantly, and she looked at King Yama as if looking at a madman: "Crazy! You are really crazy! You are trying to dig up the roots of China! You are drinking poison to quench your thirst! I see You are all lost!"

"This is a forced choice, just like it has always been."

King Yama took out a folding book from his arms and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

Without any other explanation, he disappeared without a trace.