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Bai Wuchang Shiyu held his breath and rushed to the edge of the Santu River.Po Meng is still cooking soup in a huge clay pot.The pot is so high that you need to stand on a bench to stir the soup.Today's Mengpo soup has a strong fragrance, which is different from usual, and seems to have improved the recipe.

"Yo! Po Meng, did you put thyme in your soup?" Shi Yu waved to Po Meng.

"Master Shiyu, aren't you on vacation? But as expected of Mr. Shiyu, you can distinguish such a rare thyme. Remember to come and sit after overtime." Meng Po's skinny face flushed, and the surprise was beyond words. .

Shi Yu answered vaguely, and stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.In the end, he gave birth to a stunning face, all the big ghosts and little ghosts in hell, and all women fall in love with him.High popularity is not a bad thing, but it is too much to be busy with Meng Po every day.In terms of setting, his face is purely to make the female undead feel comfortable before falling into the abyss of hell that will never be restored, reduce fear, facilitate Wuchang to quickly end work, and thus improve the efficiency of seduction.In this way, the fundamental purpose of substantially saving the cost of hell can be achieved.

The water of the Santuchuan River is blood red, which contrasts beautifully with the Bana flowers on the bank.This is where yin and yang meet, except for the sound of gurgling water, there is a dead silence.The air seemed sticky and damp, filled with the smell of death.Even Shigu, who came to Santuchuan for the umpteenth time to perform official duties, felt melancholy.The past along the Santu River surged up like a river, washing the broken memories into blood.

Sure enough, there was a young woman at the end of the Naihe Bridge. She had black hair, and her face was hidden behind the thick hair. She looked very gloomy, more like a ghost than Shiyu.I don't know why I came here because of my sin.Shi Yu was physically and mentally exhausted due to working overtime for days on end, and he was in no mood to ask her about her past and present lives.What's more, it's useless to ask, Meng Po soup will make ordinary undead forget everything, and those with deep obsessions can still retain the deepest memories of the past, but it's very scattered.Shi Yu stood in front of her, "You are Bai Miao, right? I am Bai Wuchang Shi Yu, and I lead you to hell by the order of King Yan Mo and the civil and military judge."

Said lines for hundreds of years.

The woman looked up at him: he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, wearing a pure white hunting suit, and his fair skin seemed to be able to be penetrated by strong light.In the eyes as pure as ink, Ai Rong has no life or death, and his slightly pursed mouth is exquisite and cute, comparable to a doll made with precision.Bai Wuchang, people in this world say that he is a hideous emissary, but the real Bai Wuchang is like a god, and there is even a faint look of compassion in his brows and eyes.

"I am Bai Miao." Bai Miao said without fear.

Shi Yu was a little surprised by his righteousness.Judging from the experience of seduction accumulated in the past hundreds of years, all the female undead are here weeping and terrified.At this time, Wuchang will make full use of his beauty, gently persuade, and coax the dead to hell.Habits have become natural, Shi Yu seems to be particularly enthusiastic about women because of this, otherwise in hell, there won't be so many women like him.

However, this Bai Miao is completely different from the thousands of undead in front.Shi Yu smacked his lips and said, "Come with me."

Bai Miao quietly followed him onto the Naihe Bridge.The wooden Naihe bridge is not safe to step on, especially when the cool wind blows.The two walked very slowly.In order to kill boredom, Shi Yu couldn't help asking about her crimes.

"Maybe suicide." She looked at the blood-red river, "Didn't it be said in the "Lianhua Sutra"? Those who commit suicide will fall into the No.14 hell of vain death."

"Why did you commit suicide?" Shi Yu saw Po Meng taking out a large black bowl with the word "Forget" printed in gold at the end of the bridge.

Bai Miao thought for a while, "There are many things for no reason, isn't it?"

Shi Yu was silent.

After crossing the Naihe Bridge, Po Meng came forward with a bowl of Po Meng soup, and said softly, "Drink it, and you will forget your past and present lives from now on."

At this time, Bai Miao showed a trace of nervousness, staring at Meng Potang and dared not take it.Fortunately, Granny Meng was patient and kept holding it for her without any urging.This made Shi Yu feel embarrassed.How to put it, Bai Miao is now under his own name, such a waste of time is simply abusing the elderly.

"Cough, Bai Miao..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly interrupted: "If I haven't died yet, will I forget my past and present lives?"

Shi Yu took the soup bowl from Granny Meng, carefully blew off the floating vanilla leaves on the surface, and shook his head ambiguously.Occasionally, the undead of the undead or the undead come to hell, they can't forget the past, and they will be released back to the present world.But such examples are rare after all.

Bai Miao finally made up her mind to take the Meng Po soup as usual, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

bold.Shi Yu secretly praised.

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