The atmosphere was a bit embarrassing.

Meng looked at the man in front of him.

I’m also looking at the woman in front of me.

In the hand of the left, there is also an empty bowl with a residual temperature.

“What the fuck!Is this boy so deep that even my soup is ineffective?I’ve been gone for so many years, and I haven’t missed it!”Mon turned his head and wondered!

Without hearing her words, he asked happily, “Meng, now you can save my people!”

"..." Meng was upset, and once again turned his head to mutter: "Shut up!I just thought he would forget everything I said when he drank the soup, but he remembered!I am so fucked up on the bridge for tens of thousands of years, and I still see people with such heavy attachments for the first time!Now that it’s over, you can’t take it back when you say it!”

After Tucao, Meng turned his head and smiled and said, “What I promised you, of course, I will do it with all my heart.”You stay here for a while, and I'll talk to the kings of hell and see if they can get together."

“Thank you!”I bowed my head to her excitedly.

He quickly left the house!

*

In the end, the departure could not be approved by the kings of hell, because the hells were always concerned about the curse of those dead, the death of the gods must be borne by this sin, and the initiators of that year were dead, and they could only bring the anger of the death of the gods to the innocent souls!

Meng knows this reason, many times the communication is ineffective, it is really faceless to face away.

Every day, she will give a bowl of soup to the left, a bowl of soup can not erase the memory, then a few bowls!

After all, her soup still has a little effect, although she will not immediately forget all the memories, but his memory disappears little by little, and his face is gradually restored to his youthful appearance with the departure of painful memories.

Meng knew that when the appearance of the distance became the way they first met, that was when she was sent away from the grave.

*

One day, when Meng returned from the temple of the king of hell, she held a stomach fire - every time she came back from the stubborn temple of the king of hell, she was a stomach fire!

As soon as she returned to the bridge, she saw a group of undead people queuing across the bridge, and standing by the bridge, holding her soup, and distributing a bowl of bowls to the souls who wanted to cross the bridge.

“What are you doing?”Question asked.

When I saw her, I stopped, smiled and said to her, “I have been eating and living in vain for so long with you, I am always embarrassed.”See you on weekdays doing this every day, busy and without anyone helping.This time you go out, I want to do something for you."

“Do something for me...?”Meng fell into thought, and after a while, she looked up and said happily and away, “I thought about how to help your people!”

“Really?”He laughed, and the white hair on his head was missing.Whenever he encounters something happy, the white hair on his head will lose one.

Meng smiled and said, “I will go to the temple of the king of hell again!”

*

“Meng, are you serious?”

In the hall of the king of hell, the king of hell sat on his throne, looked at the woman in front of him, and frowned.

He said, “When did I joke with you?”Now Huangquan Road in this world, through the two worlds of yin and yang through the passage of the two worlds, you ten hell can't do anything about it, if you don't hesitate to respond to the new policy, this outside mortal can pass the Huangquan Road, wanton to offend me in the underworld!If anyone can hold this passage for our town, then the two worlds can continue to maintain peace!”

The face of the king of hell is bitter: "But the dead people you recommend..."

“They are innocent!”Meng opened his eyes and said, "It is the moon that kills God, and the moon kills God is your own person's idea, do you think it is appropriate for the people of the whole tribe to bear this punishment because of one person's caprice?"

The mouth of the king of hell smokes: “Then our compatriots died in vain?”

Meng said with a crooked head: "They are not dead, dead at the hands of the moon, at least they can enter the reincarnation."Old Five, did you forget why the ancient gods of Pangu wanted us to create Hades?Aren’t we looking for a way back for the gods?All this is in the direction expected by the Pangu God, indicating that this is a destiny, and no one can be blamed!Wouldn't it be too inhumane to put such a big responsibility on a group of innocent souls?And they’ve had enough to suffer for three hundred years!”

“Don’t say such an innocent look!”The hell hurts!

Meng continued: "The most painful place for the souls to us is always that they are deeply cursed and cannot be reincarnated, so if they are acquitted, they do not know where they can be placed; in hell, they are innocent, so that we are too inhumane."How good is my proposal now, which not only solves this embarrassing problem, but also solves the trouble caused by Huangquan Road, and is it not good to get two things in one fell swoop?"

The king of hell held his head, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply - he had given up his struggle!

Meng trots up and down the lobby and continues to say that his crooked truth: "Those souls who cannot enter the reincarnation are just forever for us to guard the Huangquan passage."Now that the passage of Huangquan is taken shape, it becomes the first barrier in our underinrol, as the first barrier for the guilty undead to be sent to guard us, first of all, to play a protective role; secondly, when the strong enemy on the outside invades, they can also be born and die for us, in short, it is they who die first, not us...

...

I don't know how long it took,

“The chord!”

The king of hell was awakened by a loud noise, almost slipped from the throne, and sat on the ground as his ass!

“Huh . . ?Finished?”The king of hell looked confusedly at the face of Meng, who was in front of him, and asked.

Meng stared at him and said, “Hell, old man!Do you not understand respect?I have so much to say that you are a hypnotic?”

“I was wrong, I was wrong!”King Yan Luo quickly raised his hand to protect his face, so as not to be beaten: "Meng Meng Meng ~ Meng Meng ~!Dear Monk!I understand the truth of what you say, whatever you want, do what you want, do what you want!But after all, we have ten hell kings, and this Hades is not something I can do to hell.”

“You mean . . ?”

“I think that in order to pass your proposal, you must have a fair and impartial vote!”