"Only the dead can turn into the undead, only the undead can pass through the black mist of nothingness and come to the bank of the Wangchuan River, and only the undead can make Po Meng appear..."
"well……"
A sigh fell with Po Meng's emotion, and the temperature of the world seemed to have dropped to the limit.
"Am I already dead?"
Ye Wuque spoke lightly.
Then, he glanced at Hua Pi Ke'er, who was already standing on the boat, and walked towards Po Meng with a calm expression.
Po Meng seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
But when Ye Wuque walked to her, he did not take Meng Po's soup. Instead, without stopping a step, he jumped over Meng Po and also stepped onto the boat gently.
But the strange thing is that Po Meng didn’t stop it!
After Ye Wuque also got on the boat, Po Meng turned around and raised the soup in her hand to Ye Wuque again.
"Young man, you really don't want to drink soup?"
Po Meng grinned at Ye Wuque.
"I don't have a good appetite today, let's wait for another day."
Ye Wuque replied calmly.
Po Meng glanced deeply at Ye Wuque, and finally sighed and moved her hands. The black soup bowl disappeared, and she got on the boat again.
She didn't force Ye Wuque.
The oars began to paddle again, and the boat began to return on its original path.
After drinking Meng Po Soup, the painted skin Ke'er stood blankly on the boat, seeming to have lost all consciousness and really turned into a painted skin.
Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
Po Meng shook the oar and sang the sad and strange song again.
The boat got further and further away from the river bank, moving forward. Soon, only the turbid Wangchuan River was left in all directions.
Wow!
The Wangchuan River suddenly began to turmoil, and waves swept across it. It seemed that there was some unimaginable and terrifying existence hidden under the turbid river water.
Until half a quarter of an hour later, the boat was completely alone floating on the Wangchuan River.
"young people……"
On the boat that had been dead silent, Po Meng's voice sounded again, and Ye Wuque raised his eyes and looked over.
"If you drink the soup now, you still have time."
Po Meng seemed to be trying to persuade her with good intentions.
Ye Wuque did not comment, but just turned his attention to the Wangchuan River.
"well……"
Po Meng shook her head gently.
Wow!!
At this moment, the turbid Wangchuan River suddenly exploded, and a figure covered in darkness and filled with resentment, like a devil, sprang out!
Wraith!
His whole body was wet, his face was ugly and frightening, and his eyes were filled with violence and evil spirit as he swept across the boat.
First he glanced at Hua Pi Ke'er, his eyes became fierce, but there seemed to be a trace of hesitation, and finally his eyes moved away and fell on Ye Wuque who was beside him.
At this moment, Ye Wuque happened to look straight over!
The eyes of one person and one spirit collided in the void instantly.
"Roar!!"
The resentful spirit let out a sharp and terrifying roar, shaking the world and causing infinite fear. The entire Wangchuan River suddenly began to vibrate crazily!
thump!!
The mysterious and strange Po Meng suddenly knelt down at this moment!
She actually knelt in front of Ye Wuque and lowered her head, as if worshiping Ye Wuque.
But at this moment, Po Meng was trembling, her face turned pale, and her eyes looking at Ye Wuque revealed a kind of boundless... fear!
"Meng Po meets the Supreme Being...the Great Emperor of Samsara!"
A voice full of endless awe, fear, and trembling sounded from Po Meng's mouth, echoing in the dead and peaceful Wangchuan River.