At the dinner table, the two of them stared at each other, not knowing what to talk about. However, Li Liang asked some simple questions about spiritual practice, which made the atmosphere less awkward.
Song Xi was worried about her Qiusheng identity, so she didn't want to appear too talkative. Otherwise, it would be a good common topic for the two of them to discuss Grandma Zhang.
While talking about spiritual practice, Song Xi asked him what he usually did when running errands, and what rewards he would get after finishing them. According to Li Liang, every time you complete something, you can get a certain amount of credit, and the credit is divided into levels.
Similar to the points system, different levels can redeem different points. Points can be redeemed for certain physical objects such as daily necessities, wishes or blessings, and longevity.
As for what the tasks are, just go to Niutou Horsemian to get them.
When Song Xi asked if he could take her with him when he went on missions in the future, Li Liang was surprised and happy.
The good news is that I have gained a strong team member, so I can do more selective tasks and gain more.
I'm surprised that such an idle ghost suddenly figured out what to do. Could it be that he was moved by my sincerity?
I'm afraid that time may not turn around.
Without further ado, after agreeing to meet the next day, Song Xi wandered around alone.
Although Qiu Sheng was already familiar with every brick here in his memory, Song Xi wanted to use his own perspective to see the familiar standard features of the underworld such as the Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, and Bianhua Flower.
After all, this is our first time here, so familiarizing ourselves with the new map inch by inch is something that the Scenery Party enjoys and is their top priority.
The group of ghosts were again queuing up to drink Meng Po soup in an orderly manner. Occasionally there would be a little splash in the queue, but they soon calmed down again.
Standing by the Wangchuan River, Song Xi seemed to see the river in his childhood hometown. The river itself was not very wide, about thirty meters wide and about twenty meters deep.
On one side is a stone river embankment, on the other side is a slowly rising vegetable field and paddy field.
Usually there is shallow water flowing at the bottom of the river. When I was a kid, I turned over rocks to catch crabs. Occasionally there would be groupers. The water in the river was only as high as my knees.
Deep places are usually where rivers turn or meet tributaries, and there will be deep pools. Accidents often occur in such places.
When I was young, my parents would prevent their children from swimming in such deep pools in summer, but adults are busy and often cannot supervise them.
Song Xi always thought that this was what the river looked like, the gentle, trickling flow, the gentle scenery.
Until there was a flood that year, and it rained heavily for several days that summer.
The water in the river rose visibly to the naked eye.
After the heavy rain stopped, Song Xi walked to the bridge that he often passed by, and the water that was about to overflow the river bed rushed in.
For the first time, she knew what it meant to be frightened.
There were no splashes on the water surface, and occasionally there was a whirlpool. The river water slowly passed by under the eyes like a silent monster without saying a word, not daring to breathe.
At that moment, she seemed to see that the entire river was a dragon. It was meandering forward at an unhurried pace, but no one dared to block its progress. She even shuddered at the thought.
Some water occasionally surges up from the top of the stone embankment on the left. The vegetable fields and farmland on the right have been submerged, and the river has doubled in width.
At that moment, Song Xi knew why the river bank was so high and why no one built a house to live within a hundred meters of the river. In the years that followed, Song Xi knew that there would be such a flood basically every ten years.
This is the experience and wisdom of the folks in getting along with nature.
The Wangchuan River is now like a warm hometown river.
In Qiu Sheng's memory, there was a moment similar to a great flood in the Wangchuan River. Later, it was rumored in the underworld that there was a big demon causing trouble in the underworld, and the underworld suffered heavy losses that year.
Even the Minotaur and Horse Noodles perished in that storm, and the current Minotaur and Horse Noodles are no longer the ghosts they once were.
The side of the river where Song Xi was standing was full of red flowers. There were no branches and leaves, only petals crowded together.
In Qiu Sheng's memory, after every ghost drinks Meng Po soup, its memory will become a flower from the other side, growing by the river.
The soul has crossed the Naihe Bridge, and the memory remains on the other side. When he looks back on the other side, he feels something, as if he has lost something.
However, it was over, and when his heart was completely clear, the flower on the other side also withered.
"On the banks of the Wangchuan River, by the Naihe Bridge, I held my sword in one hand. After a few turns, the King of Hell fell into the flowers on the other side of the river. The sword energy chopped off, and all the flowers on the bank were cut off and flew away in all directions. The onlookers watched
The ghosts looked at the rain of flowers and cheered in unison."
The image of Feizhu, a straight man writing a story about a male protagonist, suddenly appeared in his mind, and Song Xi covered her face.
"Return to my worries and worry, it's literary and artistic, it's refreshing——"
You must have stayed with him for a long time. This person is poisonous. Song Xi thought to himself.
The water of the Forgotten River hummed a little tune and flowed happily away from her feet.
I don’t have the intention to be sad for the spring and autumn here, so just go somewhere else.
Looking at the Naihe Bridge not far from him and the people queuing up to drink soup, Song Xi felt for the first time that both 996 and 8116 were weak.
Grandma Meng and those little devils who distribute the soup are the real heroes, right?
You will work for a lifetime, day and night, with no end in sight unless someone comes to take your place.
Such high-intensity work must be well paid. Song Xi's mind is now full of points.
In Qiu Sheng's memory, Po Meng was just like a bull-headed horse-faced person, just a position, like director, director or something like that.
The ghosts who hold these positions have certain requirements. This current Meng Po has been working for many years, at least Qiu Sheng has not changed during the time he has been here.
Mrs. Meng was sitting on a recliner with her eyes squinted and dozing off, while a few kids were sharing the soup.
Song Xi wandered up to Po Meng's side.
When she noticed someone approaching, Po Meng opened her eyes. She was about to scold some kid for being ignorant, but when she saw it was Song Xi, she closed her mouth.
"Qiu Sheng, long time no see." Po Meng said hello in a dull voice, with a hoarse tone that sounded like she hadn't woken up.
"Long time no see, Granny Meng." Song Xi also simply said hello.
"When did you come back?" asked Po Meng, yawning.
"It's just today, it's been a while." Song Xi squatted down and watched the ghosts in front of him walk past one by one. His legs were a little sore from standing for a long time.
"No wonder, I said I didn't even see you yesterday." Mrs. Meng stood up and stretched.
"Do you want some soup? I'll serve it to you, but you can jump in line~" Mrs. Meng actually glanced at Song Xi and said to Song Xi with a little playfulness.
"What soup?" It's not Song Xi's fault. Not long after finishing her meal, there was no soup on the table, which made her very uncomfortable.
"What kind of soup do you want? I only have Meng Po soup here." Meng Po stopped ladling the soup.
