CH 119.2

“Shhh!” Black Impermanence turned his head in fear. “You’re courting trouble by saying Mingwang is afraid of Meng Po in front of his residence.”

“…” Young Wu’s scalp tightened. “I see. He’s my future father-in-law.”

When White Impermanence heard his words, he was immediately surprised: “Xiao Wu, ah, haven’t you given up after all this time?”

Young Wu ignored the two, looked towards the Mingwang Palace’s gate and muttered deep inside: Miaomiao is waiting for me. How can I just turn around and leave?

“Have you figured it out?” Black and White Impermanence looked incredulous.

“I figured out a way.” Young Wu hurried away, leaving behind the puzzled Black and White Impermanence.

Back in the Mingwang Palace, Mingwang, who sensed Young Wu’s departure, swept a glance at his daughter who was raising her hand to turn off the water mirror.

“It’s only been a month, and he’s given up?” Mingwang said.

“He dares.” Miaomiao’s pretty face was filled with anger.

“Are you angry? It seems like you still care about him.” Mingwang snickered, “Then why did you leave someone outside for a month.”

“Father~~” Miaomiao stomped her foot unhappily. “I’ve waited for him for so many years, and he’s only waited for a month.”

“Then what are you going to do?” Mingwang was curious.

“Let me see how he behaves.” Miaomiao looked nothing but arrogant.

Meanwhile, Young Wu left the Mingwang Palace, inquired along the way and looked for Meng Po’s residence.

Meng Po was cooking Soup of Forgetfulness in the kitchen when she saw the golden and virtuous Young Wu running in. She asked doubtfully, “Is there anything you want from me?”

“Senior Meng Po, this junior has a request,” Young Wu started with a deep bow.

“Am I supposed to agree when you beg, huh?” Without raising her eyelids, Meng Po continued to put ingredients that Young Wu had never seen before in the pot.

“Of course I won’t let you help in vain.” Young Wu was quite knowledgeable about the status quo.

“Won’t let me help you in vain?” Meng Po finally became interested. “Tell me, how are you going to impress me?”

Young Wu said very generously, “My merits can be…”

“Stop.” Meng Po said disinterestedly. “The layer of merit I took from you before is already enough for me, and I’m not planning on asking for more for now.”

“Then…” Young Wu froze. Meng Po didn’t want merit, so what else could he use to impress her?

Money? Young Wu looked at the pot of Soup of Forgetfulness that was half boiled and sighed: Meng Po is also considered a businessman monopolizing a line in the Underworld. How could she be short of money?

Meng Po added the last piece of material, and ignored Young Wu who was at a loss. She picked up her mobile phone and played a game.

Previously, several programmers who died suddenly due to staying up late to design games came to the Underworld. The game they developed was near completion, but they suddenly died at the last minute, so they were unwilling to reincarnate afterward. They just had to complete the game design.

In the spirit of humanitarianism, the Underworld agreed to their request, so several mobile games were developed in the Underworld. Meng Po found them quite interesting, so she created a dummy profile and played a few of them. 

“Dang it, that dumbass killed me. Wait till I know your real name. When you reincarnate, see if I don’t put a kilo of salt in your Soup of Forgetfulness.”

“Is he a pig teammate? He’s got some blood left. Why didn’t he come to save me?”

“Aaargh… I lost again. I’m losing all my experience. This is driving me mad.” In anger, Meng Po poured a jar of salt into the colorless and tasteless Soup of Forgetfulness.

Is the Soup of Forgetfulness cooked so casually?

Young Wu sweated and carefully leaned over, taking the liberty of making a request as Senior Meng Po was once again killed: “Senior, do you mind if I take a look at your equipment?”

Meng Mo gave him a side glance. Thinking that it would take time for her to revive anyway, she clicked on her equipment bar. Young Wu only took a glance at it and knew why Meng Po kept dying.

Empty equipment bar …

“Senior, why don’t you buy equipment?” Young Wu was astounded.

“I am an ancient ghost god. Skill has always depended on skills, so why do I need equipment?” Meng Po said in domineeringly.

“…” Young Wu’s emotional intelligence had fully developed in his old age, so he flattered, “If you are fighting in real life, of course no one is your opponent, but this is the game world. In the game world, these equipment are equivalent to a magic weapon. When everyone else is holding a magic weapon, you will suffer more when you’re barehanded.”

“Even if they are holding magic weapons, they are not my opponent.” Meng Po was unprecedentedly confident in her own strength.

You’re still stubborn when things have already turned out like this!

“Senior, to show respect to our opponents, shouldn’t we go all out when we fight?” Young Wu changed his tune.

“That’s right!” Meng Po nodded.

“If you don’t buy equipment, you are looking down on the opposing players,” Young Wu said.

“Really?” Madam Meng was a bit convinced.

At this time, one of the players sent a taunt: (Sister, you are running streak naked. Thank you for giving me a headstart. Hahaha…)

Meng Po’s expression drastically changed. The spiritual power around her body fluctuated, and the qi field of the Underworld was affected.

“Ding!”

Just as Young Wu was caught off guard, a message popped up immediately afterwards in Meng Po’s phone.

Mingwang: Meng Po, calm down!