Chapter 116 As long as I ask for two straws when buying, no one will know that I drink two cups alone
"Yes, who is this person?"
Hei Yang showed a puzzled expression: "Let me guess, first exclude me, and then...
Oh, by the way! I just saw a tall and fierce-looking horse outside. It must be him!
Darling, let me tell you, something is wrong when you look at it. It turns out that the horse face from the underworld has escaped!
Oh, by the way, does it have a brother, Niutou, who ran out with it?
Ha, they have gone too far. If they are allowed to go unpunished like this, where will the face of the underworld be!
Do you think this will work? Let me go first, and I will help you catch the horse face and the cow head!
Huh, don’t worry, I’m evil... What I hate the most in my life is the tauren. I’ll cut them down when I see them..."
"Your mouth is much better than before. You must have practiced it a lot these years."
Po Meng's face was still full of kindness: "Okay, don't guess, it's you, my child.
Also, don’t sneak back, there’s no way back.”
"You must have remembered it wrong!"
Hei Yang was about to burst into tears: "Um, you receive tens of thousands of people a day on the Naihe Bridge, so it's normal to be blind occasionally!
Not to mention that sixteen years have passed, and my time limit for pursuing a lawsuit must have passed..."
"It's true, day by day, year by year, we receive so many people."
Po Meng sighed: "But, there are always a few little troublemakers here, which I remember deeply."
"The little troublemaker must be a bull-headed horse-faced boy!"
"It's you."
"Oh..."
Hei Yang looked mournful: "This has... happened in the past life. You don't remember the faults of villains, so just let me go. Please!"
"How can this be done? You said it, and you can get away with it. Where is the face of the underworld?"
Po Meng suddenly smiled sheepishly.
"To be honest, grandma and I should retire next year. Before retiring, I always wanted to have no regrets, but I ended up with this regret like you. Maybe good is rewarded with good, and evil is punished with evil."
Hei Yang: "???"
You might as well speak more clearly: whoever does evil will be rewarded with evil, and whoever does evil will be punished with evil!
Don’t you think the character you are playing now is the big villain?!
Driving people to their death with a kind smile on their face?
"That is to say..."
Hei Yang suddenly felt out of breath and his voice trembled: "In other words, as long as I hide for another year, nothing will happen to me?"
So his good luck in these years must be that he will focus all his future life before the age of sixteen!
Then the days will come to an end?
"That's not true!"
Meng Po looked at Hei Yang and sighed with emotion: "This Meng Po soup, each person can only drink one bowl, one less bowl or one more bowl is not enough.
The bowl of soup you had in your previous life took you sixteen years to simmer, and this bowl of soup you have now has also been waiting for you for sixteen years."
"Could it be..."
Hei Yang pursed his lips and said unwillingly: "Am I destined to live less than seventeen years old in my two lifetimes? Is this fate!"
Damn it, he is unwilling to accept it, my fate is...
"Thinking too much."
Po Meng tapped the edge of the pot with a spoon: "It's just a coincidence, and haven't you already celebrated your seventeenth birthday?"
"Huh?"
Hei Yang was directly interrupted from casting the spell and tilted his head: "Yes."
"Don't be right."
Po Meng filled the bowl and handed it to Hei Yang: "Drink it while it's hot. It will cool down after a while and affect the taste.
Why do you still want grandma to feed you? Open your mouth, ah——"
"Ah, I don't think I can get used to it. Why don't you try it for me first?"
"What do you think?"
"I think it's pretty good."
"I think I should force-feed you."
Hei Yang looked at the reflection in the bowl, his Adam's apple rolling: "Really, we can't discuss it..."
"No more."
Po Meng shook her head and suddenly showed a vigilant expression: "If you dare to use me as mouthwash again this time, I will pour all this pot of soup into your stomach!"
Hei Yang: "!!!"
"No, you didn't mean..."
Hei Yang crossed his hands on his chest to defend himself: "Didn't you say that this soup is so precious that even one more bowl won't do it?!"
"Anyway, an exception has been made for you, so it's okay."
Po Meng said casually: "Don't think about how many bowls of soup I have to serve every day. It's strange that it is so precious.
According to your previous life, this is hunger marketing, establishing a brand image and enhancing the credibility of the underworld..."
"It's worthy of saying that you are so awesome when you are about to retire. You dare to say anything to others..."
Hei Yang covered his mouth tightly, and his voice came out from between his fingers: "Then you have already said that I am making an exception, so you can make an exception and let me go."
"No, there are big and small exceptions."
Po Meng couldn't drink any water: "Hurry up and drink it yourself, grandma doesn't want to do it herself.
Drink quickly, drink a bowl of soup, and forget all about this life and the past..."
"Forget everything...forget everything..."
Hei Yang was stunned. Vivid figures flashed through his mind. The laughter and curses of his loved ones were still vivid. Do you really want to forget them?
"Hey, why is the child crying?"
Po Meng showed a puzzled look: "I remember that you were very happy when you drank the soup last time. Although you were reluctant to part with it, except for using the soup as mouthwash, you were very cooperative with the rest?"
It was because of Hei Yang's cooperative attitude that she relaxed her vigilance!
"Last life, this life..."
Hei Yang sobbed and whispered: "Can you just forget the last life, and don't let me forget this life..."
"Ah?"
"The second bowl is half price..."
Hei Yang quibbled in a low voice: "So, can't you just pay half of the memory?"
Po Meng: "..."
"No!"
Po Meng refused the half-price ticket.
"The only thing we can do is..."
Hei Yang lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, then slowly pulled out his sword and looked at Po Meng: "Don't drink!"
"Huh?"
Po Meng showed a surprised expression: "You still dare to draw your sword against me?"
"It's more or less a psychological comfort."
Hei Yang sniffed, wiped away his tears, and looked at Po Meng: "Although I know it's useless."
"Then do you know what the consequences will be if you draw a sword against me?"
Po Meng's face darkened: "Aren't you afraid that your soul will be lost and you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated?"
"It's better to lose your soul than forget it! Just forget it!"
Hei Yang roared: "Come on! Either I stay in this life, or I die in this life with my soul scattered. Don't even think about reincarnation!
Come on, do it, kill me..."
"Let me..."
Hei Yang choked and said: "The soul will fly... the soul will disperse..."
"..."
Po Meng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "In this life, people who have concerns can't rest assured?"
"Well..."
Hei Yang's face gradually calmed down, and his eye circles turned red: "I know that for people in your profession, this kind of life and death happens countless times a day. It has long been commonplace.
But for me, it’s once in a lifetime.
Just think that I am ignorant, slap me to death, and then laugh and say: This child is so naive. When he has more experience, he will know that there is nothing that he cannot let go of.
But for me, the more I experience, the harder it is to let go."
"..."
Po Meng shook her head and lifted the pot, revealing the supporting stones underneath.
"Don't say grandma doesn't take care of you. Carve the person you can't let go on this little Sansheng stone. When you come back in the next life, you can still think of it when you see it.
Life after life, maybe there will be a chance to meet again in the future."
"Not carved."
Hei Yang's voice has completely calmed down: "It's enough that they are engraved in my heart."
"You are pushing yourself into a dead end."
"I'm at a dead end."
Hei Yang looked up at the sky, which was all gray: "Really, is there no other way?"
"The rest of the road will only be worse than this. You don't belong to this world. If you don't go through this, you will be in endless trouble in the future.
It doesn't matter if you are weak now, but when you become strong and attract the attention of others in the travel world, when the heavenly calamity comes and your fate is cut off, you will become a lone star in the sky, and the people around you will also be affected.
In other words, you are illegally crossing over, and only by filling up the bowl of soup can the disaster be eliminated."
Po Meng waved her sleeves to disperse the fog behind her, revealing the rolling waters of Wangchuan River behind her.
The blood-yellow river water exudes a fishy smell, and lonely ghosts are wailing and sinking in it. There are copper snakes writhing and their eyes are piercing.
"Of course, there are no other ways, but this road is much more difficult than drinking soup."
The smile on Mrs. Meng's face disappeared, and she turned to look at the Wangchuan River: "You also know that only those who have done many evil things and have great concerns will be pushed off the Naihe Bridge, fall into the Wangchuan River, and sink for thousands of generations.
You are not allowed to turn over.
But if you can get through it, you can return to the world with your memories. From then on, your account will be wiped off, and you will be able to live openly and honestly in this world.
But if you can't get through it, you will sink forever and never be able to stand up again.
Believe me, it is definitely not a good experience. I have met many strong-willed generals, philosophers, ascetics, and paranoid people, and they are all difficult to convince.
But when they have been in oblivion for thousands of lives, one by one crying and begging for mercy, wanting to be reincarnated but having no chance, that would be a worse end than losing their souls."
After a pause, Meng Po looked at Hei Yang and sighed: "To be honest, this road is really not as comfortable as a bowl of soup.
I can see your past life, so many painful memories that you don’t want to forget?"
"I still say that, it was possible in the previous life, but absolutely not in this life."
Hei Yang looked at the water of the Wangchuan River and suddenly smiled: "Why does it look a lot worse than before? The smell is not strong enough, and the color is a bit light. Is this what this lonely ghost has to offer?
Also, what about poisonous insects? Are these the only ones left?
Why are there only bronze snakes and where are the iron dogs?"
Seeing Hei Yang pretending to be brave, Po Meng shook her head: "As I said, he only took one spoonful, but the river that one spoonful turned into is not something you can underestimate.
Aren’t those lonely ghosts in the river the best lesson for you?”
"So what."
Hei Yang shook his head, took one last look at Po Meng, and jumped down into the Wangchuan without splashing.