After pompom enters Hades

The two blue-faced giant ghosts were trembling with fright, but when they heard that Hei Wuchang was looking for Po Meng, they were relieved and ran away to shout.

Yan Shiming, a man who has seen strong winds and waves in the business field, saw two giant ghosts with blue faces and fangs standing upright with a chandelier overhead, he was so frightened that he plopped down on the ground, and couldn't get up until the giant ghosts disappeared: "This, this... ..."

And Yang Xinhui was very happy. She had been looking forward to seeing ghosts for her husband for the past few months, so she said happily:

"Shiming, look, there are not only ghosts in this world, but there are even mengpos in the underworld!"

Yan Shiming smiled bitterly in his heart, the point is not that there is Po Meng in the world, but that this "person" in front of him can call Po Meng over with a single sentence.

Could it be that I repaired a stereo and invited Lord Yan to come here by accident?

Hei Wuchang didn't talk about it, and Yan Shiming didn't dare to ask, so he had to try his best to reduce his sense of existence by the side.

In less than half a minute, a woman who was not too old appeared in the room, she was a little nervous and cupped her hands towards Hei Wuchang: "What do you want to tell me, sir? There is still half a pot of soup left in the old man, but the bridgehead is still there. There was a long queue for miles..."

Heiwuchang's tone became colder and colder: "Want to run away? Your Mengpo soup ghost can still remember things after drinking it. What's the use of boiling it?"

Po Meng's status in the underworld is not low, but this woman has only been in office for a few years, so she is naturally terrified of black impermanence, and quickly argues: "This, how can this be... I copied the recipe of Meng Po soup, It has been used for more than 20 or [-] years without any mistakes."

Heiwuchang looked serious: "The old soul reincarnated directly, it will cause chaos in the world, can you make sure that every ghost has drunk the soup?"

Po Meng was so frightened that she was sweating profusely, and before she could answer, the baby in Yang Xinhui's womb was afraid that her scolding would hurt Po Meng, and said frivolously:

"It's not the old man's fault. I drank Mengpo soup before crossing the bridge, and I've completely forgotten about it in my previous life... That soup is a big bowl of yellow and orange soup, and it's bitter."

Yang Xinhui's baby was infinitely satisfied, she touched her stomach and nodded, "Yes, my baby drank the soup!"

Heiwuchang was silent for a while, and then asked slowly: "After drinking Mengpo soup, can he still remember that he drank it?"

The woman was still smiling and nodding when she heard the fetus's words, then she trembled suddenly when she heard Hei Wuchang's question, and said profusely in sweat, "My lord, the thing is..."

Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't Mengpo's soup be black? How much water did you add to it?"

Granny Meng was frightened and went crazy, plopped on her knees and cried, "It's not the old man's fault, it's because there are too many ghosts drinking the soup! It turned out that the old man was just the woman who washes the pot next to the Stove Lord. I shouldn't be greedy for the old man. The monthly example of this position... This old lady Meng can't do it, let me go back to clean up the pot, woo woo woo!"

Yan Shiming & Yang Xinhui: "..."

After hearing the unknown secrets of the underworld, the husband and wife suddenly worried about the safety of their souls in a hundred years. The underworld hired a pot-washing woman to cook Mengpo soup?

Hei Wuchang also had a bit of a headache. The woman who cleaned the pot cried and made troubles and hanged herself three times, so she could only reluctantly slow down her tone: "Speak slowly."

As soon as Po Meng heard that she might be saved, she quickly shook off the bitterness of making the soup: "My lord, think about it, 500 years ago, the population in the jurisdiction of the underworld was only over 14 million, and there were only one ghost who drank soup every day." Two thousand, but now the population is almost [-] million, and there are twenty to thirty thousand ghosts who drink soup every day!"

The old lady who cleaned the pot snorted and burst into tears: "The consumption of this medicinal material is more than ten times. The rare herbs in the underworld are almost used up these years. There is no way... I am a pot-washing old woman, and I don't have the skills of my predecessor Meng Po. Just go back and add water to the soup, boil it four or five times on high heat, and it will still be the same.”

Everyone: "..."

Meng Po went on to say: "But the soup pot is too big if you mix too much water. I used to clean the pot, not pick up the wheat with a shovel. If the pot is too big to stir, the soup on it will naturally be watery."

Seeing that Heiwuchang's face was getting darker and darker, the current Meng Po hurriedly said: "But Meng Po's soup should be thinner, it's just that the effect is slow, and after a month at most, the old soul will forget everything in the past life. Reincarnation in the underworld It is now at five months, and it will definitely be fully effective at six months!"

Yan Shiming couldn't sit still when he heard the words, so he dared to ask in a low voice, "Grandma, will the soup still work after the fetus has given birth?"

Meng Po: "Of course it can't, this soup is for the soul to drink, and the fetus is a human being after birth, so it doesn't work."

Yan Shiming's heart was pounding when he heard it.Good guy!If in a few decades, there are more ghosts who drink soup, wouldn't it take two months for Meng Po soup to take effect?

Five months plus two months is seven months. At that time, all those born prematurely can remember their previous lives?

Yan Shiming has been a top student since he was a child, and he was the provincial number one scholar in the college entrance examination. He thinks that his mind will not be bad in the next life, and he will still be a genius elite.

But no matter how talented and precocious, they will not be able to withstand decades later, premature babies will graduate from high school and college on average.

Yan Shiming couldn't help but said: "Traditional Chinese medicine is taken after ultrafine grinding, and its efficacy is 4-8 times stronger than that of direct decoction. If it is made into water or granules..."

Seeing the strange eyes of several people, Yan Shiming hurriedly tried to make amends: "I'm sorry, I mean, I have several factories that make traditional Chinese medicine preparations. There are many advanced equipment in the factory, and there are many masters who know the technology. If anyone dies Now, can you go to work at the Mengpo soup making place?"

So the matter was decided so perfectly, and Xin Meng Po's expression was a little embarrassing, as if a little unconvinced, but the Chinese pharmacists under Yan Shiming were all veteran college students, and their qualifications were much tougher than Xin Meng Po's background.

Although there is no magic power, it is indeed competent to supervise and guide by the side.

Xin Meng Po cried and made noise when she accused her, but if she really wanted to demote her position and power, she began to quibble: "But what the fetus soul said, people in the world can't hear it, this woman may have recruited Yin Lingcai can hear it, maybe the previous Granny Meng cooked soup like this? Anyway, I can't hear it..."

Heiwuchang snorted coldly: "The Taoist warlocks in ancient times, when their wives were five months pregnant, would they chat with their sons and daughters every day through their belly?"

Meng Po shivered and shrank her neck, not daring to speak.

Heiwuchang summoned Yinsi to bring the book of life and death, flipped through it for a while, and then looked up at Yan Shiming: "A pharmacist under your command got sick the year before last? He had lymphoma metastasis and died on the [-]rd of next month. Go talk to him. Let's talk."

Yan Shiming nodded hastily, with a hint of pride in his expression, Yan Shiming has cooperated with all parties, and now he has cooperated to the top of the hell, probably the only one in the business world!

The new Mengpo and the two servants bowed to leave, and Yan Shiming got up to thank him for saving his life, but before he could say anything, Hei Wuchang raised his hand to stop him.

Hei Wuchang: "The matter is far from over. Your wife is fine. Even if we are not here today, the fetal spirit in her belly can keep her safe. The problem is these three speakers and... your daughter."

The faces of the husband and wife turned pale.

Only then did Yang Xinhui suddenly realize that she had been sleeping in her daughter's bedroom from the beginning. When the sound just started to be abnormal, she could still hear her daughter's slight snoring, but there was such a loud commotion behind her...how could her daughter Will there be no response?

"Quiet!"

Yang Xinhui hurriedly looked around, but was there anyone in her daughter's bed?

Hei Wuchang pointed to the door, and said calmly, "I was under the bed just now, but now I crawled out."

The husband and wife hurriedly looked outside the door. On the floor of the corridor where the lights were not turned on, there seemed to be a hunched figure crawling far away.

Xiong Cheng ran up the stairs, wanting to see why the colleagues above hadn't come down yet, and when he turned the stairs, he saw the crooked figure crawling.

"Oh my god, what the hell is that!!!"

Xiong Cheng's speed suddenly accelerated, and he rushed into the bedroom with the light on like a ghost chasing him. He was shocked and said: "The black light is blind, why is there an old lady crawling on the ground?"