The rise of the fast-moving boss

Chapter 575 I Sell Bowls of Soup in Hell 8
Are you really not afraid of being caught and sliced?

I really thought I was the protagonist of the world, and I still carried the memories of my previous life... Sorry, it was just because of a mistake in the operation of the underworld.

All the ghosts in the hall were quiet, they all looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Uncle, this matter is my fault."

Just at this time, An Hao walked in suddenly, followed by the God of Death behind her—but the God of Death's expression was not very good.

"Yaoyao?"

Yan Wang was slightly taken aback when he saw An Hao: "You mean..."

"If I'm not wrong, it should be because of Meng Po Tang, which caused these people not to lose their memory." Anhao walked to the center of the hall, "I checked, and the people who had problems were the ones from three months ago. A group of ghosts drinking Mengpo soup."

What happened now is not a trivial matter, even if it is Meng Yao, Yan Wang is very serious at the moment: "Mengpo Tang will have problems like this?"

Anhao pursed her lips: "I don't know either. It's just that some people drank the Mengpo soup that day without problems, while others had problems. I guess something may have fallen into the Mengpo soup. This led to the failure of Meng Po Tang."

"It's just that if something falls into it, it won't be so serious..." The god of death pursed his lips and muttered.

He really couldn't remember what happened that day, he only remembered that he drank a bowl of herbal tea that An Hao gave him - so he guessed that he might have accidentally dropped some of the herbal tea into Meng Po's soup.

Can……

It's just a few drops of herbal tea, how could there be such a big reaction and effect?
"What do you mean it's so serious?" Anhao heard Death's murmur, but turned to look at him very seriously, and said righteously, "Mengpo soup has very strict cooking requirements! Once it exceeds a certain amount, it will be cooked." Change!"

"The change shouldn't be so big, right?" Anhao yelled at the death god, feeling very unhappy and unconvinced, "If a little herbal tea can make that Mengpo soup useless, isn't that right? People who drink Mengpo soup will not lose their memory if they drink anything casually?"

"I said, it's more than a certain amount! Maybe the Mengpo soup was already on the verge of being overdone when it was cooked that day. If this is the case, even a little herbal tea may make the Mengpo soup go bad." !"

What An Hao said was a high-sounding one, with a whole set of reasons--whatever he is, just brainwashing!

Do not believe? emmm... The results are all out, if you don't believe me, what can I do?
Anyway, it's been so long, no one knows where the problem is.

"No, wait a minute—what kind of herbal tea?" All the ghosts in the Palace of the Underworld were stupefied when they heard that. Aren't they talking about Meng Po soup? Why did they mention herbal tea again?

Yan Wang also looked at Anhao and Death with a puzzled expression.

"Uncle, it's like this..." Anhao briefly described it, "...so we speculate that it may be because of this reason that the Mengpo soup failed. But it is really impossible to verify whether it is true or not."

It's just that after listening to it, Yan Wang was even more confused - is herbal tea so good these days?

But right now, I really can't find anything.

"Forget it, no matter what the reason is now, it doesn't matter anymore." Yan Wang waved his hand, and he didn't bother to think about whether it was true or not, "The problem is to solve this matter!"

"Yan Wang, I am also responsible for this matter, I apply to resolve this matter." At this time, a handsome man in a dark red robe stood up and said with a serious face, "I did not find out the loopholes in time, That’s what made things worse.”

"Judge?" Yan Wang blinked, "Are you... sure?"

The judge nodded: "Yes."

"Uncle, this matter is also my responsibility... and him, we should also solve this matter." At this time, An Hao also said, "There are many people who still have memories of their lives, and we must solve it as soon as possible." !"

Probably because he had no idea, so the god of death didn't refute anything this time.

It's better to go as soon as you go, than to spoon soup on Mengpo Bridge all the time.

I just miss Zhuman so much... I haven't seen her for so many days, and I can only make video calls every day-the long-distance relationship is really painful.

Yan Wang looked at the judge, An Hao, and the god of death, and nodded after thinking for a while: "Okay, then I will give you the list, and you should go and erase the memory of those people as soon as possible!"

The way to eliminate it is naturally to give them Mengpo soup again!
"In addition, black and white are impermanent, you should also pay attention when you go to the world to seduce souls, and help if you encounter them." Yan Wang continued.

"Order!"

shouted the ghosts.

And after Yan Wangxun made a phone call, the meeting finally came to an end.

When leaving, Anhao hugged Bai Wuchang's arm and said with a smile: "Sister Bai, I miss you so much after you've been away for so long~"

"Pfft! If I remember correctly, we just met three days ago, right?" Bai Wuchang chuckled, "You little girl, what do you want to do?"

Bai Wuchang came back a long time ago, and those things in the underworld are not a secret, Bai Wuchang found out soon.

But what if it is found out?Apart from feeling sorry for Meng Yao more, he could only care about her more in normal times.

Anhao blinked, and rubbed Bai Wuchang's arm: "I want to have dinner and drink with you, okay?"

"Of course, Xiao Mengyao invited me, can I not go?" Bai Wuchang raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Hei Wuchang, "Xiao Mengyao and I went out to eat, you don't have to wait for me."

"Well, have fun." Hei Wuchang nodded and left coldly.

As for the Grim Reaper... emmm, he has long since disappeared, probably on the phone with Zhuman.

Anhao took Bai Wuchang to a restaurant in the modern area, she directly opened a private room, and asked the waiter to serve a bunch of dishes and wine.

The food in the underworld is specially made, and the taste is the same for ghosts, but it is less smokey and realistic than when it was alive.

"Tell me, what's bothering you?"

After the waiter left, Bai Wuchang sighed and looked at Anhao: "You silly girl, do you think I can't see that you have something on your mind?"

Otherwise, why would you pull her out for dinner and drink?

An Hao was originally smiling, but the curvature of her mouth gradually faded away.

She smiled bitterly: "Sister Bai, did you see it?"

Sunny·Screen-peeping Demon·Day·Looking for a sense of presence from time to time: ... This guy is about to start acting and fooling around again.

The bench is already seated.

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　Mengpo soup has lost its effect here, hahaha, it was the inspiration I saw from the comments when Tudousi brushed a certain sound~~~ Sure enough, the inspiration comes from life~~
　　
　
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