Life in the underworld has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

There is no alternation of day and night, no sun, moon and stars, and time means nothing here.

Qian Duoduo was dragged by the black-and-white chain. He was walking on an uninhabited road with his head down, but he was muttering about how to argue for a while and let Lord Yan put himself back to the kingdom of shengchen.

Black and white impermanence took her to Naihe bridge. There was a straw shed beside her. Mengpo was carefully cooking Mengpo soup in the pot. When she saw a new guest coming, she immediately took a bowl and went up.

"Girl, after drinking my old lady's bowl of soup, you can forget the troubles of past and present life, and be a new human ~"

QIAN Duoduo's dark eyes turned cunningly twice, and a cold sentence came out: "do you want money?"

Mengpo was stunned and laughed: "I'm a volunteer, old lady!"

Qian Duoduo politely pushed the bowl in her hand and said with a smiley face: "in this case, I don't want to drink it. You are so tired from morning and night, and I don't know how many ghosts are waiting in line. Besides, I don't think you have much Mengpo soup in this pot. Let's leave it to those in need."

What she said seemed to be so understanding and magnanimous.

However, only she knew that once she had drunk the damned Mengpo soup, she would never remember the fourteenth day ~

when she was in Nanzhao state, she tasted this kind of taste, and the feeling that she almost lost her soul was really unbearable.

Bai Wuchang grabs the bowl in Meng Po's hand and throws it to Qian Duoduo's side: "don't talk nonsense, drink it quickly and get on the road, whose territory will listen to who!"

Qian Duoduo rolled his eyes and knew that he couldn't fight these two evil spirits, so he reluctantly took the Mengpo soup and drank it, but in his heart he said hello to all the 32 colors of their ancestors.

Black and white impermanence, seeing this woman's rare dexterity, was also relieved.

After all, when they were in the sun just now, they had seen her fierce!

If they go to hell and make a scene like a wind, they will not be able to get away with it.

However, when they were quietly calming down, Qian Duoduo quietly tore off a piece of cloth on his skirt, pretended to wipe his mouth, and spit out Mengpo soup on the cotton cloth ~!

Finally, after crossing the Naihe bridge, Qian Duoduo finally stopped under a magnificent plaque, looked up and worshiped.

"Hell hall! The palace of hell

She was so excited that she was about to jump up. She wanted to take out a dagger and write on the plaque: "Qian Duoduo is here." As a souvenir!

This temple of hell is really worthy of being the Lord of the underworld. You see, a plaque alone is so low-key, luxurious and connotative. The characters are inlaid with gold. Even the gems inlaid on it are Obsidian like rare treasures ~

if it wasn't for the chain hanging around her neck, she would have climbed up the pole and buckled two gems!

Black impermanence despised glanced at Qian Duoduo's eyes full of golden light, and pulled the chain: "Leng what, don't go fast, want to go up."

Qian Duoduo gave a "Oh" and glanced around, remembering the route of the underworld. When he ran away for a while, he lost his way again.

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