magic barrier

Po Meng and Raksha came to Yan Luo Side Hall together. This place is completely different from the main hall where the festival is red. There was also a dark board hanging on the wall ahead.

It's like an ordinary meeting room in a company in the world, but there are many differences.

Most of the people who come here for meetings are floating, not walking.

Meng Po and Luo Sha are also used to floating up from time to time, it's not that their feet can't touch the ground, it's just that they can't walk as fast as they can. By then, they will be too busy to play the game of drawing ghost cards.

The ghost king is the number one late king in the underworld, but the leader is resentful and unable to take revenge. These hard-working subordinates can only find entertainment to pass the time.

"Old Meng!" A shaggy, masculine man lazily raised his hand and waved it.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, broad shoulders, and an honest face with a rural look. Sitting in such a place full of yin, he is not affected at all. There is also a small paper box with a straw inserted in front of him, which is produced by Meng Po. The Meng Po Soup that is innocent and innocent.

Granny Meng took a closer look and stroked her sleeve, "Zhong Kui? Why are you here too?"

Zhong Kui is a fringe person who wanders between the two realms of heaven and earth. He has always been elusive, and sometimes even the king of ghosts can't catch this kid.

What wind brought him here.

Zhong Kui touched his nose, grinned and said, "It's nothing, I just want to come and see you."

"Tsk." Granny Meng said with a cold face, she couldn't believe it.

The relationship between Meng Po and Zhong Kui can be said to be deep. When they first met and introduced each other, they were beaten by Meng Po because of the other party's "wife" and almost couldn't take care of themselves.

After the painful experience, Zhong Kui honestly changed his name to "Lao Meng". Although it was neither fish nor fowl, he would not be beaten again, but he would still pinch him for a few rounds, but Mrs. Meng was naturally cold, so Zhong Kui No matter how talkative you are, you can't take advantage of it.

I became familiar with it over time.

Seeing him pouring cold water on himself again, Zhong Kui was quite helpless, but his eyes flickered slightly when he saw the figure beside Granny Meng, and then he pulled away the seat beside him as if nothing had happened, "Come and sit here, we have been together for 80 years." It’s gone, just to catch up on the old days.”

Anyway, the ghost king didn't know how many minutes he would be late, and the longest record of being late was three days.

Granny Meng glanced at him, but went straight to another location, opposite Zhong Kui.

Zhong Kui and Luo Sha raised their eyebrows at the same time and looked there, only to see Granny Meng very rudely kicking away the leg lying in front of the chair, wrapping her white robe around her and sitting down casually.

Comrade Judge rubbed his chin and said familiarly: "Why haven't I seen you for so many years and still look the same."

Po Meng said bluntly, "It's only been three years."

"Three years is not short, but I miss you day and night." The judge said it really mattered.

Meng Po sneered, "You should tell your wife that."

Who in the whole underworld doesn't know that he is afraid of his wife!Don't play with such a slap in the face, "Don't be so cold, my wife likes you very much."

"Your wife is much better than you." Granny Meng didn't like him at all.

"Wuuu, it's too much." Yinglang's handsome judge actually pretended to cover his face and cried, causing the black and white second envoys who were playing tricks next to him to look sideways, and finally moved their positions, which was extremely disgusting.

"It's making trouble again. I deserve to be punished by my sister-in-law to kneel every day." Bai Wuchang has no pity for this one. He has too many criminal records, and he will kick his feet one day.

"Being your colleague is a test of mental quality." Hei Wuchang's face was colder than Meng Po's, and he suddenly changed the subject and said, "It just so happens that you are all here, let's gather two tables of mahjong and play a few rounds first."

"This...isn't it good?" Niutou scratched the back of his head, his heart was about to move.

Mahjong is good, mahjong is wonderful!The last time I went to the [-]th floor to play Sichuan mahjong with Lao Ma, I won a lot of Ming coins, and I haven't spent them all yet.

If he wins a few more times, even if the ghost king defaults on his wages, it will be fine, and he probably won't have to worry about the ration money for the next month.

Niu Tau is upright but loves to play, and Ma Mian also loves to play, but his luck is too bad and he always loses.

"If you want to play with you, I can't. I just changed my credit card recently, and I really have no money left."

The judge raised his chin, "If Po Meng plays, I will."

"I don't play." Granny Meng immediately stated, "I just want to look at the recipe right now."

"Are you looking at the recipe again? Hey... I've been reading it for more than 1000 years, and I haven't seen you cook a decent dish... Ahh... Help." Jumped up, with a full face, "I was wrong, I was wrong, please put out the will-o'-the-wisp, I'm afraid of this thing, woo woo woo...Mother Meng, I'm really wrong."

"To shut up."

As a ghost official, he is afraid of ghost fire, it is a great shame to the underworld!

A farce where all the ghost officials were so idle ended up with a table of Mahjong and a table of Fighting the Landlords. Granny Meng didn't know Mahjong, but she was pretty good at poker.

His opponents are Judge and Rakshasa.

As the name suggests, Rakshasa is dressed in black and has a strong evil spirit. He was originally an evil spirit who had fallen into the underworld, but after being enlightened by the ghost king, he became the ruler of the eighteenth floor, commanding large and small evil spirits and countless ghost messengers to suppress them. prison.

Judge, don't look at his bearish appearance. He is the right-hand man of the ghost king on weekdays. He is a ruthless and ruthless judge in front of the Hall of Yama. Rumors say that he is even more ruthless than the ghost king.

These two masters in the underworld are famous enough to scare ghosts into tears, but they are not ashamed to cheat, and they have brought their ghost skills to the extreme.

Granny Meng simply slammed the pat on the table, got up and wanted to leave, "This game can't be played anymore."

"Wait...wait a minute, heck, I'm going to lose this game." Luo Sha raised his hands innocently, "Don't be angry."

The judge blinked his eyes wide, "It's fine if I don't count my loss." As he spoke, he spread out the cards and put them on the table to show his sincerity.

There are ten cards in total, eight 2s, and two kings. Could it be more shameless?

Granny Meng was dragged back by Raksha, and at this moment, a dark wind suddenly blew up in the conference room, whistling in, blowing away all the poker cards and mahjong cards on the table.

The judge hurriedly stood up and couldn't help shouting: "Oh my god, my 2..."

Take a closer look, there are more Luoshas than mine!

"You idiot, shut up." Luo Sha's face was ashen, and he stood upright in an instant.

Oh, the ghost king is here.

Your Highness the Ghost King, you are actually an hour and a half late this time. It is simply a miracle in the underworld, and you should applaud to celebrate.

As a result, all the ghost officials gave face to face, and looked upright.

The ghost king stroked a lock of mustache with a smile, and his face could not seem to calm down, "Yo, this is also mahjong."

"Oh, it's just mahjong." Hei Wuchang, who was dressed like snow in white, taunted: Our life is naturally not as moist as yours. "

This is the one who dares to challenge the leaders the most in the entire underworld, Mr. Hei Wuchang, who spent a lot of time trying to fight against the ghost king who owed employees wages and deducted employees' rest.

The ghost king told him to go east, so he went north. The ghost king gave him the name Hei Wuchang, and he wore black clothes, but he wanted to wear white clothes to protest silently.

What I like to do most every day is to make trouble for the ghost king, but he is extremely serious and responsible at work, and he is a loyal supporter of the ghost king in this underworld.

It's so contradictory.

The Ghost King smiled nonchalantly, "Come on, let's all sit down and get ready for a meeting."

Mahjong and poker are both floating clouds.

Speaking of which, the King of Ghosts has a personal clerk, who is tall and tall but masks his face all day long. he.

He was also present at today's meeting. Although the ghost king personally presided over it, most of the content was explained by him.

"Recently, the underworld is undergoing a large-scale rectification period, and your official positions may fluctuate. If you have any opinions, you can write a book and submit it to the Hall of Hell. If you don't submit a copy, it means that you fully agree and obey the arrangement..."

The clerk spoke slowly and vaguely, and his voice was hoarse, but everyone present had to listen patiently.

Is it really rectification or the ghost king wants to take the opportunity to promote his own power.

Granny Meng rubbed her little finger, but smiled and said nothing.

It has nothing to do with him.

Most of the other ghost officials have some influence, but he only has a river, a bridge, and even the other flowers in the river do not belong to him.

That belongs to Wangchuanshui.

Boiling soup every day, dividing soup, and reading the latest recipes in the world, this is his monotonous life of three points and one line, day after day, year after year.

No matter which faction is fighting and which faction is powerful, it has nothing to do with him.

He only needs to guard the entrance of Huangquan Road, and the rest really won't affect anything.

"Oh, Meng Po is so naive." Meng Feibai fiddled with the dream lamp, watching every move of the ghost officials in the underworld conference like a live broadcast of the party, "Chaos in the underworld is inevitable. Is that enough? Stupid! How did Yidao fall in love with him!"

It's fine if the ghost king doesn't change, but if the ghost king is really killed in the end and a new leader is replaced, Po Meng, the ghost official who supported the old ghost king, will definitely be implicated.

Even if he is the only one who can make Mengpo soup that can forget everything, I am afraid that life will not be easy in the future.

Those who can ascend to that position, how can there be any future troubles.

From ancient times to the present, there are not many such examples. It is useless for you to feel that you are not threatened.

"Mother Meng is stupid for making soup, tsk tsk." Although I said so, I still have to make sure that I don't get it.

"Maybe oh." Ran Deng joined in the crowd to watch, although it was only a short meeting, he already saw the general form, "Black and white impermanence is the vein of the king of ghosts. Well, the bull's head should be the same, the horse's face is not clear."

"You are stronger than Meng Po, and now this underworld has been divided into three factions." Meng Feibai squinted his eyes, patted the back of Ran Deng's head lightly and said, "Zhong Kui doesn't count any cards, just a piece of grass on the wall. Whoever wins will follow. Luosha... he is the most ambitious here, and he is very courteous to Po Meng."

I don't know what's on my mind.

Ran Deng nodded and said, "Judge, I can't see through."

Meng Feibai nodded her chin, "Yes, this guy is probably the smartest one in the entire underworld, and his life is pretty good." Marrying a good wife is equivalent to saving half a lifetime of struggle.

He just needs to keep his current position, and it doesn't matter who wins or loses.

Finally, Meng Feibai and Ran Deng's eyes fell on Secretary Ghost King.

The qi on this person is not "true" dead qi.

"It looks familiar."

"Like divine breath."

Divine breath?This is amazing.