"If you want to pass by here, drink Meng Po's soup. If you don't drink, please go back." Meng Po was sitting on the bridge, with no expression on her wrinkled old face. She was neither surprised nor happy about what just happened.
, as if she had no expression.
"We want to cross the river, but we don't want to drink Meng Po soup." Situ Ran said in a cold tone.
"This is the rule of Naihe Bridge. You can't cross without drinking." Po Meng said expressionlessly.
"Mother Meng, we are not here to reincarnate. We just want to collect some Manzhu Shahua from the other side and go back to save people. Please do it for your convenience." An Luoluo held down Situ Ran's hand, took a step forward, and said politely
explain.
"If you want to cross this bridge, you must drink." Po Meng didn't even raise her eyelids, her voice was still as plain as running water.
"Meng Po, we are going back to collect Manzhu and Shahua to save people. The world is suffering from a plague. Can you please be a little more generous?" An Luoluo hoped to persuade her.
"No." Po Meng refused without any hesitation.
"It seems that we can only break in forcefully." His sharp eyes narrowed coldly, and Situ Ran's palm was already pressed on the hilt of Gan Jiang's sword.
"Bring in, you will regret it." Po Meng slowly raised her head and looked at the two of them, a flash of fluctuation flashed in her dark gray eyes.
"We will regret it if we don't pass." The arrow is already on the string, and it is impossible for them to turn back.
"The sinful love in the past, in this case... you two will be happy for yourself." After Meng Po said, a strange smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and her figure gradually faded in the air.
"Meng Po?" Looking at the direction in which she suddenly disappeared, An Luoluo screamed, and then found that her feet were empty, and the Naihe Bridge she was stepping on also suddenly disappeared. Her body suddenly lost support and fell suddenly.
"Luoluo..." Situ Ran yelled as he fell, trying to grab her hand, but found that he had no strength at all.
With two popping sounds, the two fell into the Wangchuan River, splashing a little bit of water. After a while, the water surface returned to calm, and the Naihe Bridge also reappeared in its previous position. Po Meng was still sitting
On the bridge, waiting for every ghost who wants to cross the Naihe Bridge, it is as if what just happened never happened at all.
One by one one by one
After falling into the Wangchuan River, An Luoluo felt that she was shrouded in white mist. She struggled and wanted to shout, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could not make any sound.
.
She felt that her body was floating in the white mist. She didn't know how long she had been floating. Suddenly her eyes lit up. A gorgeous and shining palace appeared in her sight, with light clouds floating around. Then, she saw
A girl in snow-white ancient clothes was hiding outside the palace door, seeming to be listening to the people inside the palace talking.
She drifted over curiously and stopped not far away. When the girl turned her face sadly, she almost screamed in surprise.
Oh my God, that girl in white clothes actually looks exactly like her, except that she looks very sad now.
The girl in white turned around and left with a confused expression.
"Hey..." Where is this place? Who is she? Why does she look exactly like her? An Luoluo immediately walked up and wanted to hold her hand and ask, but her hand was like air.
