Ancient Revival System: My boyfriend is A Piao

Qiao Zhuang's eyes widened, "So when you saw Lan Yi, you suspected that I was the one who controlled the soul?"

Meng Meng couldn't deny it, "At one moment, I had doubts and even had thoughts of killing, but you are too weak and it is impossible to do it."

As he spoke, his eyes looked up and down at Qiao Zhuang, and the three undisguised words in his eyes, "You are so weak," hit Qiao Zhuang's young heart.

She is weak, but is it so obvious? Does she have no face?

He glared at Meng Meng secretly and said angrily: "Since you know that I am not that person, why do you still let me join Huangquan!"

Meng Meng ignored the strong resentment radiating from her body, "Although you are not, you are so weak that you can have a divine soul and beast following you. There are a lot of force majeure factors, so your actions must be under Huang Quan's control."

Although what he said made sense, even Qiao Zhuang knew that for him, monitoring himself was his responsibility to society, but the person being monitored was himself!

I feel frustrated!

"Is it useful? Unless you lock me up, I will still do whatever I want. You guys are awesome, but I, Qiao Zhuang, am not afraid either!"

Meng Meng ignored her and walked straight forward. Gradually, the fog in front of his eyes dispersed, and a vast expanse of river water was glowing with blood yellow. Although he couldn't smell it, he could feel the smell of blood in his brain.

This is the legendary Wangchuan River!

There was really a small boat by the river, and a ragged boatman on the boat nodded towards Meng Meng.

Qiao Zhuang followed Meng Meng onto the boat. The boatman said nothing along the way.

Meng Meng continued her previous question and said, "I don't need to lock you up, nor do I need to monitor you. If you drink my Meng Po Soup, any fluctuation in your spiritual power will be captured."

Qiao Zhuang asked in surprise: "Does Meng Po Tang still have this effect?"

Meng Meng took out his phone, swiped it twice casually, and turned the screen over to face Qiao Zhuang, "Look, Meng Po Tang is equivalent to a fluorescent agent or a catalyst, but it marks spiritual power. In scientific terms,

Say, it’s energy.”

Qiao Zhuang's expression suddenly froze, and her eyes looked at Meng Meng with a strange color.

Why do these words sound so familiar? They are very similar to my father's usual speaking style.

Connect supernatural events with energy fields, connect spiritual power with energy, and use science to explain things that could not be explained in the past. How similar...

"When you activate your spiritual power, it will naturally interact with the Mengpo Tang in your body to form a special energy wave. We have this kind of instrument that can capture this wave."

Meng Meng took back his phone, "I'm telling you this because I hope you don't take chances. Once your spiritual power fluctuates abnormally, I will find you as soon as possible."

Qiao Zhuang's thoughts were pulled back and she quickly adjusted her facial expression.

The two of them stopped talking, and the atmosphere in their clothes was a little solid for a while.

Soon, the boat arrived at the shore. The shore was densely packed with fluorescent white spirits. They lined up and walked onto the bridge in an orderly manner. They took the Meng Po soup from a little boy on the bridge and drank it all in one gulp.

Drinking soup only takes a few seconds, but every spirit will waste a lot of time when it comes here. The little boy doesn't rush, and the spirits behind him are not in a hurry either.

They were crying, laughing, or calm. They were remembering and remembering. All the pain or happiness they had during their lives were relieved at this moment.

Life is just a dream.

Qiao Zhuang felt a little emotional, Meng Meng seemed to turn a blind eye to all this, maybe he saw too much, and his whole person had a calm and calm temperament.