A group of ghosts stood behind and watched Po Meng feasting, swallowing their saliva but not daring to come over.
After tasting the soup dumplings, Po Meng took another mouthful of porridge and said, "Hmm." She tasted it slowly and made a sound of enjoyment.
Then Mrs. Meng tasted Mapo tofu, stir-fried green vegetables and a few other dishes, and finally reached out to the plate of meatballs with anticipation.
She took a croquette and put it in her mouth, chewing it only once. Po Meng's brows furrowed as if she had seen mouse droppings in the soup, and her face turned cloudy.
"Bah," Po Meng spat out, "who the hell put this in with a thousand knives?"
She glanced at the ghosts on the steps, thinking that these ghosts had put them there, because there was a huge difference between croquettes and soup dumplings.
All the ghosts were as silent as cicadas, not daring to move. Only the long-tongued ghost muttered, "Seventy-three."
"What?" Po Meng raised her eyebrows and stared at the long-tongued ghost.
Yu Sheng leaned forward and said, "I put that in deliberately."
Po Meng suddenly asked: "You made these meatballs?"
"No, it's all my doing." Yu Sheng said.
Po Meng couldn't believe that the two extremes were all created by Yu Sheng, how divisive this person must be.
"You don't understand," Yu Sheng crossed his arms, "there is a mystery to the croquettes placed among these delicious foods."
"What's the mystery?" Po Meng looked at Yu Sheng in confusion, and saw that his figure was particularly eye-catching under the bright moon and on top of the tall building.
"Try something else." Yu Sheng said.
Po Meng took a suspicious taste of the soup dumplings. They were still delicious, and she still didn't understand the mystery Yu Sheng said. "Where is the mystery?" she asked.
"In comparison, don't you think it tastes better?" Yu Sheng said.
"You beast, you dare to tease..." Before Po Meng could finish her words, she screamed and squatted on the ground.
Yu Sheng was shocked, what happened? I was the one being scolded, why was she the one who got hurt?
But I will never forget to fight back for the rest of my life, "You must have received your retribution."
Po Meng ignored it, holding her head and waiting for the tension to subside. She was negligent. She was also scolding that person when she called Yu Sheng a beast. It was natural to have a headache.
Aunt Qing noticed something strange.
If they are really here to provoke, there is no need for these mobs. Po Meng alone is enough, and there is no need to go to such a big trouble.
She stood up and asked, "What on earth are you doing here?"
Po Meng stood up and rubbed her head, thinking that she couldn't say anything about lifting the curse, or she would never be free.
So she pointed at Yu Sheng: "I'm here to fulfill your wish."
For the rest of my life, I was confused, "Do you know what I wish for?"
Po Meng glanced sideways at Aunt Qing and smiled at Yu Sheng's inscrutable expression, "Have you forgotten the wish you made yesterday?"
"What about staying together, giving birth to monkeys or something like that?" Po Meng further hinted at the rest of her life.
Yu Sheng's relationship with the girl next to him is awkward. If it breaks down, it will be difficult to fulfill Yu Sheng's wish.
Although I don’t know why Yu Sheng’s mother is Fang Shengsheng, as an opponent, Meng Po admires her very much. Is there any more disgusting punishment in the world than fulfilling the wishes of the son of an enemy?
She decided that once the curse was lifted, she would immediately fly away and never set foot in the Eastern Wasteland again.
She was thinking wildly, but Yu Sheng took two steps back in shock and pointed at Po Meng in surprise, "You, you..."
He made this wish quietly in his heart yesterday. Even his aunt didn't know about it. How did this person know about it?
I have seen a ghost, no, I have indeed seen a ghost, but the ghost is not that powerful.
"You" Yu Sheng said after a long while: "How do you know?"
Seeing Yu Sheng's gaffe, the angry Po Meng was very proud, "Don't worry about how I know, I know anyway."
Yu Sheng didn't believe it, and vaguely felt that there was another mystery.
Aunt Qing was also surprised: "It's strange. The devil trapped in the jar by your mother can fulfill your wishes. What kind of way is this?"
Wei Zai raised his head and said, "My mother? The devil is not trapped in the jar."
Jar, devil, wish; when he was in Taolin, Yu Sheng once said when he rescued Baozi: "I hope you will let us both go."
"Pa", Yu Sheng clapped his hands, "Aha, that's it."
He took a step forward and looked at Po Meng confidently, "My third wish is that you fulfill my three more wishes."
Po Meng's heart was shocked, but her face was calm and she sneered: "What are you talking about?"
"Uh", Yu Sheng scratched the back of his head. Did he guess wrong? But other than this explanation, there was really no other answer.
Po Meng was afraid that he might be enlightened, so she hurriedly said: "I am a person who keeps my promises. Although I was sealed by your mother, I promised her to do two things..."
"I understand." Yu Sheng clapped his hands again, "You reminded me that it was my mother who sealed you."
In this case, there should be more than three wishes.
"I hope you can shut up now." Yu Sheng said with his hands clasped together.
"I... hissed." Po Meng covered her painful head, and it didn't matter that she had such an idiotic wish.
He also hated himself in his heart, what the hell did I say to him?
"I love my mother to death." Yu Sheng turned around and said to the stunned Aunt Qing.
Aunt Qing looked at Po Meng sympathetically, saying that only Yu Sheng's mother could torture people like this.
"Who is your mother?" Meng Po glared at Yu Sheng without opening her mouth, and the words came from her belly.
"My mother is my mother." Yu Sheng looked at her proudly, "You can't mess with me now."
Meng Po, the god of Dushuo, the lord of the ghost city, and the city lord's equal rival, is now forced to obey his orders.
For the rest of my life, I feel that this is the best gift today.
While he was rejoicing over the gift for the rest of his life, the grass ghost was standing in the corner in front of the witch courtyard.
Under the moonlight, he tried to use his increased ghost power to break free from the shackles of the grass above his head, but found that the ghost power was instantly sucked away by the grass.
After a while, he reluctantly gave up, picked up the oil-paper umbrella next to him, and transformed into the appearance of its owner.
It was late at night, and all the wizards had gone out. Even Xiao Zhu was the only one left standing at the door, lamenting his bad luck.
For Wu Zhu, the Ghost Walking Day is the most important day of the year. The Ghost Walking Night means that there are many ghosts for you to choose from.
This was rarely seen in the past. In the past, these ghosts were hiding somewhere.
"Bai Wu Zhu, are you back so early?" Xiao Zhu saw Wu Zhu disguised as a grass ghost and hurriedly bowed and saluted.
"Well, I met a big guy, I'm afraid he broke through the restriction." Grass Ghost said, this witch's hair is long, just enough to cover his head with grass.
The grass ghost bypassed the Xiao wall and entered the witch courtyard. The moon was like water, covering the courtyard, highlighting the emptiness. As he walked up, he could hear the sound of feet.
There was no trace of people all the way in, until we reached the foot of a high wall and stopped when we saw a guard in front of us.
He didn't know that the Wu Zhu in his disguise had the right to enter this place, so he took out the cicada leaf given by the grass ghost.
He covered his eyes with leaves, making the grass invisible, and nervously walked past the guards and entered the high wall.
This Chanyi Ye Yusheng's instructions have no effect at all on masters such as the wizards and priests of the witch academy.
So after entering the yard behind the high wall and seeing no one noticed, the grass ghost breathed a sigh of relief and released the long-haired ghost from the oil-paper umbrella.
The long-haired ghost took a breath of fresh air and looked around, seeing a deep courtyard with two rows of low squares extending along the street into the darkness.
"What should you do if your wife is in Wu Zhu's umbrella?" the grass ghost asked him.
"Then we can only ask the witches one by one, but first we will search the witch courtyard." said the long-haired ghost.
The grass ghost pointed at the deep and low courtyard, and there was a faint moaning and whistling sound in the darkness, as if he had arrived in hell.
"This is the most secret place in the witch academy. If your wife is qualified to be locked up, she will definitely be here."