Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet

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Bai Wuchang took my hand and muttered over there: "Just if I don't believe me, I want to let my **** hand go."

I didn't care, and replied with a smile: "How good it is to deal with this, and after they see us, they won't block it, will they?"

She then stopped, relieved, as if embarrassed me: "Mother-in-law is so kind-hearted, it's no wonder that Lord Yama will like her, and Saya uses this to bully you."

"Okay, I don't mind."

I touched her hand: "Is it successful?"

Outside the palace of Yan Wang is a scene I am familiar with. It is similar to the downtown scene in some ancient-fashioned TV series, except that the people here are in a state of soul, translucent, and they work in hard clothes.

I suddenly thought that Yang Jian has been developing, but Yin Hao stayed in the original ancient times, it felt very magical.

"Niangniang, don't look at these people. They came here some hundreds of years ago and haven't been able to wait for reincarnation. Some, maybe they got off the Naihe Bridge a few seconds ago."

"As long as I drink Meng Meng's soup, they will forget the troubles of their lives, and everything here will start again."

I can't help but feel some sorrow for those who have died in modern times, thinking that they all live in advanced times, but after experiencing, they will experience the life of the ancient times.

Many people noticed me, probably because I entered the underworld as a living person.

Bai Wuchang didn't even care about the people who were watching here. He pulled me and took me to Naihe Bridge.

Just outside the city, there is a long and wide three-way river, and a large area of ​​flowers on the other side of the river continue to spread around the three-way river.

In the black wilderness, only the other shore flowers are exuding red light.

A small wooden bridge was built on the top of the three-way river, and soul-by-spirit people lined up across the Naihe Bridge.

Even though we were some distance away from Naihe Bridge, I still saw the woman standing at the bridge's head, holding a spoon and holding soup in a large mouthful of soup.

The slender body seemed to be fragile, a long and straight silver hair, like an old man, fell directly to the ground.

She was wearing a gray robe, but her coat was bright red, a little dazzling, a white gauze bandage wrapped around her eyes, and half of her face, showing only her pale, colorless chin, and no blood. Lips.

The gray robe seemed very out of step with her body, and looked very slack. The thin hands and arms extended from the robe, forming a sharp contrast with the wide sleeves.

"Sister Meng!"

As soon as Bai Wuchang saw Meng Po, he took my hand excitedly and trot. Many souls on the bridge saw us and looked at us with a confused look.

Meng Po seemed to have heard her cry, put down the spoon in her hand, wiped the gray robe on her hand, turned around, and the sound was surprisingly nice, making my heart itch.

"It's Xiaobai, you're here."

If this voice let me use a word to describe it, I feel that my words are poor. A book of more than ten years seems to be read in vain. Her voice, how to say, not only has a melodious feeling, but the voice of cricket is Comes with a loudspeaker.

There was a slight husky and magnetism in the soft voice.

Just listening to her is a treat.

"Ah, Xiaobai, you brought a distinguished guest."

I opened my eyes in surprise, but I didn't even reveal a little voice. How could she feel my presence?

Bai Wuchang rushed to Meng Po's side, grabbed her hand, and introduced her excitedly: "This is my damsel!"

Meng Po didn't show a surprised expression, as if everything was in her expectation. She saluted me very ladylikely, with a smile on her lips, like a spring breeze.

"It's Queen Queen Mother, she's been up for a long time."

puff--

Old man ...

I was really so surprised by this self-proclaimed Lei. Although I didn't see all the looks of Meng Po, but from her half-exposed appearance, I can know that she is definitely a big beauty, just like Bai Wuchang said. Like.

Moreover, she looks very young, all over her body, and I can only see the shadow of the elderly from her silver hair. Elsewhere, no matter whether she is a figure or an appearance, she is a fair lady.

Bai Wuchang seems to be used to it, covering his mouth and grinning, "Mother-in-law, Ms. Meng is older than my father and mother-in-law, claiming that there is nothing wrong with her old age."

Meng Po smiled tenderly, and touched her head with impermanence. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she turned around and walked to the large tank, took a bowl of soup, and walked over to me.

"Ma'am, there is nothing special about the old man. This is a small mind, and the old man can only have this one."

As I was about to take it, my hand was grasped by impermanence.

She looked at Meng Po with blame, reminding her, "The mother is still alive and she can't drink soup."

Mengpo soup is a soup prepared for those who died shortly. When their souls are going to cross the Naihe Bridge, cross the Three Ways River, and truly become a member of the underworld, this bowl of soup is something they must drink.

It can wash away the memories of these souls during their lifetime, so that they can live in the underworld without any care, and there is no disease or pain here. Everyone should do what they should do in order to wait for the reincarnation.

As soon as Meng Po heard it, she exclaimed, "Yeah, look at my head." Then she looked at me apologetically.

"Madam, please forgive me."

I don't quite understand why ancient people need others to "forgive sins" at all times. Perhaps this is a way to apologize?

I knew that Meng Meng was not intentional, and when she saw a scared expression on her face, she replied, "I'm fine, I will drink this soup."

"Someday, I will really leave Yangjian and come here. At that time, please remember me and give me a bowl of soup."

This sentence, I am serious.

Indeed, as long as it is human, it will one day die and come here.

As Meng Po Tang as the meeting ceremony, Meng Po is just a bowl of her sincere craftsmanship, but for us living people, the meaning is different.

It's just this meeting ceremony, I'm afraid I can't drink it when I'm still alive.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of the song I heard when Segui took me across the two realms.

"Meng Po, can you sing?" I sat by the bridge and looked up at her.

She received me and Bai impermanence, and from time to time passed the soup to the passing soul. When she heard my question, she smiled cleverly.

"Slightly understand, not proficient."

I hummed a bit based on the memory. The back of Meng Po shook. Although this process was extremely short, I could even take it as a dazzle, but I caught it very sensitively.

"How did my mother know this song?"

Meng Po Xi Tang's hand stopped, and she asked me sideways, and I told her the truth.

On her face, there was a slight bitter smile, very bitter, bitter, sad, and painful.

I felt a little surprised myself, why did I get so many feelings from one of her smiles? Why did I read her smile?

Subsequently, Meng Po went back to work and did not answer.

The impermanence of his face was not very good either. I lowered my voice and approached her, asking.

She listened to my question, holding her chin in her little hand, and sighing, "Hey, mother ..."

She wanted to say something, but her eyes looked at the back of Meng Po, and she finally closed her mouth and did not continue to speak.

Obviously, Bai Wuchang knew something, but because Meng Po was here, she did not speak.

I had to resist her curiosity and gave her a wink--

Let me know when we leave.

Although it is not good to explore the secrets of others in this way, I am really puzzled.

Why did Meng Meng show such an expression? When I first saw black and white impermanence, they had a sad past, and their father and mother died on the battlefield.

But why did Meng Po ...

What puzzles me most is that when I hummed the tune of this tune, her sadness hit her face immediately.

If this is a song that hurts her and makes her sad, then why, when I passed the two realms, I heard her sing loudly there?

After that, we have been sitting at the bridgehead. If there is no soul crossing the bridge, Meng Po will come over and sit next to me, smiling gently, and telling us the strange things she encountered in this bridgehead.

Many mother-women came to Qiaotou under the influence of imps, and forced Mengpo Tang to be forced.

It is said that because the mother had a young child, she didn't want to go to the underworld, she wanted to go back to the yang, to accompany her child.

However, in the life and death book of the judge, her Yangshou has been exhausted. Naturally, she will not let her go back, so she has to force the imps to press her to drink Meng Po Tang.

"The old man looked at it, and he couldn't bear it."

Listen to her, and there are relatives accompanying me, I think, most of the time, there is a large accident, this is the case.

In order to escape Meng Po Tang, they jumped directly from the Nai He Bridge.

When I heard this, I felt a hair in my heart.

"Mother-in-law, do you know?" Meng Po arranged her gauze on her face a little, her green fingers were especially attractive, even her nails were translucent.

"As long as the soul is alive in hell, there is a chance of rebirth, but the soul also has a way to die."

She pointed to the three-way river behind her, where she could not see the margins, and whispered, "This river can sink feathers without saying anything."

"It can devour and dissolve the soul. As long as it is the soul that fell into it, it will disappear in the heavens and the earth and merge with this black river."

Her tone suddenly turned dark, and I could not help shrinking my neck.

Bai Wuchang seemed to be comforting me, saying, "Sister Meng is not scaring her mother, this is true."

"In the underworld, only two people can ride this river!"

"Who?"

I asked.

"One is Lord Yama, the other is that guy." Bai Wuchang turned and pointed towards a small wooden boat not far away.