"Isn't that right?"

Meng Po said leisurely: "So, the Lord of Hell said: Only you, a good person in all generations, can still retain some compassion after witnessing so many deaths...

Gee, I really don’t know why I did so many good things in the past, but now I feel retribution.”

"Ah..."

Hei Yang listened to Mrs. Meng's speech which was extremely inconsistent with the core values ​​​​of repaying good people in the underworld. He reminded him in a low voice: "Grandma, be careful what you say. If some big boss hears it, he will expel you in anger... Uh, that's not right.

It would be bad if you postpone your retirement date again!"

"Hiss!"

Mrs. Meng reacted: "It's true! I haven't spoken to anyone like this for many years, and I was a little speechless for a while... Ahem, Xiaoyang, what grandma said just now..."

"I didn't even hear it!"

"Sensible child."

"That's right!"

Hei Yang chuckled, and he stood up at some point, holding the soup and passing it to the dead souls who passed by: "Then you have so many clones, why don't you make a few clones, or find a few in the underworld?

Is there a brat who is younger than you and wants to help?

Look how lonely you are doing this job all these years!"

"Humph, apart from me, you are the only one who thinks this is a tiring job."

Po Meng snorted softly and explained: "In the eyes of other dead souls, this is a good job.

You only need to make soup and pass the bowl, and you can obtain the huge merit of transforming a person. Do you understand the gold content in this?

When grandma and I resign from my underworld position, even if I don’t have the protection of the underworld, the huge merit above my head will make me go smoothly, and no one will dare to mess with me.

This kind of work must come from my own body, and if I find others, I will share this merit.

It's not that I'm stingy, grandma, but the underworld has regulations. If Meng Poting's merits are reduced here, if they are increased elsewhere, things will get messy."

"Aha?"

Hei Yang looked confused: "What about me? I won't share your merits?"

"You..."

Meng Poxun glanced at Hei Yang: "I said that your travel world is not under the control of the underworld, so you should understand, right?"

"Temporary worker! He works hard, works hard, takes the blame and gets scolded, and is careful to please his colleagues. The company pays to find this person?!"

"Clever!"
Chapter completed!