As a result, it is possible to achieve success.

"Work efficiency or something...it doesn't matter!"

Meng Po shook her head and said nonchalantly, "I am not incapable of multitasking. I have many avatars working in various places. What else do I need from you to chat and gossip with?

The reason why it was so slow was because they couldn’t drink the soup fast enough, not because of me.”

"So awesome..."

Heiyang scratched his head and looked curiously at the long queue at the entrance of Naihe Bridge moving slowly forward: "It seems that this is really the case...

But, so many people die every day..."

Old, young, male, female...

There was a soldier wearing armor with a hole in his head...

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

There are ignorant young children who died in accidents...

There is also a graceful girl who is beautiful but unlucky...

"Really are……"

Heiyang, who was in this long queue back then, had no mood to take a closer look, but when he looked at it now, he was shocked.

At a glance, people of all ages and in all kinds of bizarre ways of death were presented to Heiyang, and the fragility of life was fully revealed here.

[So, I don’t have so many grand pursuits. As long as I can live without worrying about food and drink, I am very lucky.

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

The same thoughts that had always been in Heiyang's mind emerged. Really, he felt that he was extremely lucky. It was not only reflected in things like opening the gift box, but there were too many things in his life that were worth feeling happy about.

Fortunately, he could come to the Aoyou World, fortunately he could become his parents' child, and fortunately he could meet Xiaoli...

This is what Heiyang thought before, and now seeing this endless long line, he became more determined in his heart: it would be enough for him to watch the flowers bloom and fall in Five Colors City every year quietly and leisurely.

“There are fewer people sent this time.”

Meng Po glanced at Hei Yang and said something a little coldly: "When you see hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people die in the same way, that's what we call a large number of people.

Just the three thousand worlds that this underworld governs, famine, accidents, wars, plagues...

Sometimes people die one by one, which is totally different."

"Ugh..."

Heiyang opened his mouth, still in shock: "Looking at so many dead souls every day, your heart will be cold and numb, right?"

"Isn't that right?"

Meng Po said slowly: "So, the King of Hell said: Only you, a good person for hundreds of lifetimes, 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 things in the past, now I am suffering retribution."

"what……"

Heiyang listened to Meng Po's speech which was extremely inconsistent with the core value of the underworld that good people are rewarded, and whispered a reminder: "Grandma, be careful with your words. What if some big boss hears you and fires you in a rage... No, no, postpone your retirement date again, that would be bad!"

"hiss!"

Meng Po responded: "Indeed! I haven't spoken to anyone like this for many years. I was a little outspoken for a moment... Ahem, Xiaoyang, what grandma said just now..."

"I didn't hear anything!"

"A sensible child."

"That is!"

Heiyang chuckled, and stood up without knowing when, holding the soup and passing it to the passing souls: "You have so many clones, why don't you make a few clones, or find a few ghosts with lower ranks than you in the underworld to help you?

You have been doing this job alone all these years. How lonely it must be!"

"Humph, besides me, you're the only one who thinks this is a tiring job."

Meng Po snorted softly and explained, "In the eyes of other ghosts, this is a good job.

Just by making soup and passing the bowl, you can gain the great merit of converting one person. Do you understand the value of this?

After I quit my position in the underworld, even if I don’t have the protection of the underworld, the huge merits above my head will make things smooth for me and no one will dare to mess with me.

This kind of work must be done by me, and if I ask others to do it, the merit will be shared.

It's not that I'm stingy, but the underworld has rules. If I reduce the merits of Mengpo Pavilion here and increase them in other places, it will be a mess."

"Aha?"

Heiyang was confused: "What about me? I won't take away your merits?"

"You..."

Meng Po glanced at Hei Yang and said, "I told you that your Aoyou Realm is not under the control of the Underworld. Now you should understand, right?"

"Temporary workers! They work like oxen and horses, bear the brunt of the hard work, and try their best to please their colleagues. But the company pays them and they don't find this person?!"

"clever!"

Heiyang: “…”

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 157 Really, many people confessed to me before!

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

Meng Po looked at Hei Yang who looked unhappy and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be unhappy, you saved those souls who shouldn't die in your world, and you also received merit.

Well, in your world, that thing doesn’t seem to be called merit. To put it bluntly, it is the manifestation of luck. Good people will be rewarded. This is not just talk. "

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

Heiyang curled his lips: "So, I'll just help you for nothing."

"Caring for the elderly!"

“And you love children!”

"Tsk, tsk, you."

The corners of Meng Po's mouth kept rising. It had been a few years since she had spoken to anyone like this: "Okay, okay, I'll pay you my salary, okay?"

"Will you give me a bowl of soup?"

"It's not impossible."

"I don't think so."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, um..."

Meng Po smiled and said thoughtfully: "To be honest, it's been less than three hours. You are still lazy here. Grandma doesn't want to give you anything good."

"You are so honest."

Hei Yang couldn't help complaining: "If you want me to say, you can just stuff me with rubbish, and then tell me what kind of treasure is passed down from the ancestors when the world was created, but you can wait until I need to be very strong. Motivate or something."

"You're quite skilled at digging a hole for yourself."

"Basic operation, not worth mentioning."

"Okay, okay, I can't do such a shameless thing."

Meng Po rolled her eyes at Hei Yang and said casually, "I suddenly thought of the soup your girlfriend made, but it doesn't look very successful. In return, I will give you some pointers."

"It's not necessary!"

Heiyang's heart skipped a beat and he begged for mercy: "My dear Granny Meng, she is already very powerful, and she doesn't need you to upgrade her.

Besides, my Xiaoli definitely doesn’t have the ambition to be Meng Po… um, Hong Po (?) in the future. She only wants to be Hei Yang’s wife!”

Moreover, if Hongli really learned a few tricks from him...

"Heiyang, go and get the child to sleep."

"No, I did it yesterday, it's your turn today."

"You really don't want to go?"

"I really don't want to go!"

"You must be thirsty. Have a drink of water."

"Oh, thank you! Ton t t t..."

"Heiyang, go and coax the child to sleep..."

"No, yesterday...eh?"

"What? It was my turn yesterday, it's your turn today!"

"That's okay."

It's okay, damn it!

Wouldn't he then become Hong Li's plaything, allowing her to do whatever she wants? !

Absolutely not!!!

"What are you imagining? I can't just pass on my exclusive secret recipe to anyone."

Meng Po glanced at Hei Yang and explained slowly: "I just want to tell you that she should do this..."

.........

"Alright, alright. It's his loss if he misses you, aunt."

Hongli patted her aunt's back expressionlessly: "If you lose this one, you will meet a better one."

"Yeah, yeah, that's what I think!"

Hongling felt a little comforted.

"As a man, even if you succeed in stealing someone's girl today, you will be suspicious tomorrow about whether he will be stolen away by someone else."

"That's right! Xiaoli, you're right! Anything else?"

Hongling wanted more comfort.

"Well, I'm out of words."

Hongli rolled her eyes: "That's enough, my legs are numb from your pressure. Are the law enforcement team so idle..."

"Well, it's time to change shifts, so it's time to rest."

Hongling laughed awkwardly, feeling that her authority as an aunt had disappeared.

She looked at Hong Li's face that looked like she deserved a beating, and suddenly she became curious about what kind of boy could make her niece like him...

In other words, what kind of good temper does one have to tolerate her niece?

"Xiao Li, Auntie wants to ask you something?"

"what?"

Hong Li asked in confusion: "What are you asking?"

"What do you think..."

Hong Ling asked curiously, "What about your boyfriend, Hei Yang? I mean, what kind of boy is he?"

"Why are you asking that?"

Hong Li's face instantly became serious, and she distanced herself from Hong Ling with a vigilant look on her face: "I'm warning you, even if no one wants you anymore, you are not allowed to have any ideas about him, otherwise, I will turn my back on you!"

"You've turned against me."

Hong Ling rolled her eyes and waved her hands, complaining, "Why would I want to take advantage of him? Do you know how old I am this year? How old am I compared to you?"

"How many?"

"Almost... well, I won't tell you."

Hong Ling snorted and curled her lips: "I'm just curious, why can you, who never goes out, never actively communicates with people, has a bad temper, and a weird personality, find a boyfriend, but I can't?"

"It's useless even if you continue to slander me."

Hongli spread her hands, looking like a winner: "I can't help it, is this difficult? It's easy, okay!