In the dreamland, a hut appeared. Above the hut, there were birds and blue smoke.
"Gu Gu Gu~~"
A large pot is placed in front of the house. At the bottom of the pot, the yin and yang energy turns into charcoal fire; in the pot, there is soup condensed from the meaning of life and death.
Yang fire is as white as water, and Yin fire is as black as ink; fire is black and white, and soup water is also black and white. Milky white represents all living things, and pitch black represents endless death and silence. Yin and Yang fire burns the water of life and death, making the bottom of the pot red and making a gurgling sound.
Mingyu squatted in front of the pot, sometimes sweating coldly on his forehead, sometimes hot sweating, and his Taoist robe was soaked with sweat.
He held a fan in his hand and fanned it vigorously in front of the pot. Every time he fanned the fan three times, Mingyu had to add a bowl of life and death water to the pot; after fanning the fan three times more, he had to add a handful of yin and yang charcoal to the bottom of the pot.
Youmeng was happily busy in front of the pot, her silver hair dancing in the breeze, her hands flying, her clothes fluttering, and she poured all kinds of strange ingredients into the pot:
A three-legged frog, a spider with ghostly eyes, a crazy squirming bug, a spoonful of fishy sludge, eyeballs filled with bloodshot eyes...
Mingyu's eyes twitched as he added water to the fire. He wiped the sweat from his head and whispered, "Sister Meng, if you put these in, can you still drink the soup?"
"Of course you can drink it!"
Youmeng raised her eyebrows, but did not correct Mingyu's wrong address. Instead, she slightly raised her smooth chin, as if she was quite confident in making soup.
After saying that, she added more ingredients to the pot: black fish with red pimples, half-rotten rat, scorched leaves...
As these ingredients were added, bursts of aroma emerged from the soup in the pot. Just smelling the smell made Mingyu feel itchy and numb all over, as if there were millions of ants crawling around under his skin.
"Sister Meng, did you put in the wrong ingredients? The aroma of this soup doesn't smell right compared to the previous one!"
Mingyu's whole body was itching unbearably, and veins popped out in the hands holding the fan and bowl. Finally, he used the Sansheng Stone to suppress himself.
Youmeng's Qiong nose sniffed lightly, and then her face changed. Obviously she also felt that there was something wrong with the soup, but she forced herself to say: "What do you know, I haven't finished putting the ingredients yet!"
Then Mingyu saw her take out a jade slip, stared at it twice, and continued to add ingredients to the pot: a talking crow, an octopus with dense eyeballs...
After adding these, the aroma of the pot of soup finally changed.
It just turned into a stench...
Mingyu retched twice, pinched his nose, and fanned vigorously to drive away the stinky smell and fan it into the sea of flowers.
"Ah, help me, it stinks, it stinks..."
"Ugh~~Mother-in-law is making stinky soup again. Help, help..."
"Go quickly, go quickly, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
In the sea of flowers, strange flowers with sharp teeth screamed, uprooted themselves, and ran away.
"You're unloyal, what will we do if you leave!"
"Why haven't these three guys woke up yet? They crushed me to death and stun me to death..."
Huahua, who was pinned down by Zhen Yuanzi and the others, was in a state of ecstasy and was suffering both physical and mental torture.
"Shut up!" Youmeng bit her silver teeth lightly, a little bit embarrassed and angry, her beautiful face turned slightly red.
She looked at Mingyu, who quickly lowered his head, fanned himself, and added water and fire in a very awkward manner.
"snort!"
Youmeng snorted coldly, crushed the jade slip in his hand, took out another jade slip, and looked at it carefully.
Mingyu secretly took a look and saw two incomprehensible symbols written on it, but judging from the Taoist rhyme revealed on it, he thought it should be the word "get off the pot".
Youmeng stared at the word "get off the pot", with a look of confusion in her beautiful eyes, as if she didn't even understand what the two words she had written before meant.
Mingyu blinked, wanting to laugh a little.
"What are you looking at? You understand!" Youmeng put away the jade slip and glared at Mingyu who was snickering with big eyes, an inexplicable fire burning in her heart.
Mingyu shrank his neck and reminded her in a low voice: "Sister Meng, do you mean by these two words, throw the jade slip into the pot?"
You Meng's eyes lit up, and she took out the jade slip and looked at it for a moment. She seemed to have figured it out, so she decisively threw it into the pot.
When the jade slips were put into the pot, the soup bubbled, and then the foul smell disappeared, and a fragrance wafted out of the pot.
Youmeng was in a good mood. She patted Mingyu's shoulder, kneaded it hard, and said, "Not bad, you are a bit smart."
"Wherever, I can remember it even if I don't mention Sister Meng." Mingyu's face was twisted, and his bones were about to be crushed.
"Glib tongue!"
The smile on Youmeng's face couldn't stop, she took her jade hand from Mingyu's shoulder and started scolding Mingyu.
Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to stop adding water and fire to the fan, which made Youmeng quite satisfied.
While Youmeng was happy, Mingyuruo asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Sister Meng, are you the Lord of the Netherworld?"
"I thought so, but it's not true!" Youmeng glanced at the small stone on Mingyu's wrist and said with emotion.
"If you had come earlier with the Three Life Stones, I would have dared to give it a try and fight to the death for the position of Lord of the Netherworld. It's a pity that you came too late~~"
She stared at Mingyu without blinking, with a little regret, a little resentment, and a little helplessness in her eyes. Maybe this was her destiny.
Mingyu remained calm and asked: "Then the current Lord of the Netherworld is the Ghost Ancestor?"
"Ghost Ancestor? Who is he? He deserves it!" Youmeng sneered, his words full of disdain for Ghost Ancestor.
After hearing what she said, the big stone in Mingyu's heart was relieved by half.
At least You Meng and Gui Ancestor should not be on the same side.
"Then the Netherworld is now ownerless?" Mingyu was very curious. He thought that the Netherworld only existed after Houtu transformed into reincarnation, but he didn't expect that the Netherworld existed before Houtu, and it seemed that the water was quite deep.
"Indeed, why, do you have any ideas about the Netherworld?" You Meng smiled half-heartedly.
She threw another Hibiscus flower into the pot, waited for a while, and saw that there was no change in the soup, so she pulled out three of Mingyu's hair and put them into the pot.
Then, the soup began to boil, and the white water of life and death turned pitch black in an instant, and even the green smoke of birds was dyed into billowing black smoke.
Black smoke billowed up, quickly saturating this dreamlike world, and the pure sky was smoked into a black cloth, dirty.
The soup that originally turned from a foul smell to a fragrant smell changed again and became even more smelly, so smelly that Youmeng couldn't even open her eyes.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
The soup was rolling violently in the pot, the pot was shaking, and it was about to explode!
Mingyu saw that the situation was not good and quickly ducked into the void.
"Peng~~"
The cauldron exploded, juice splashed everywhere, and the stench filled the sky.