The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Several ghosts jumped into the well one after another. Meng Qinglang watched them emerge one by one, and said, "Samsara Pond is blocked." One described it very carefully, saying that "there is a kind that is eaten in a little, and spit out again." "feeling", which made Meng Qinglang want to jump down to experience the feeling of "vomiting after eating".

Impulse is the devil, Meng Qinglang held back and called out to the system.

[System, is there an instruction manual for Samsara Pool? 】

[Di——I’m guessing that what I’m looking for here is "Samsara Pool Cooking Instructions". one serving. 】

I've never heard of it being necessary to cook a pool... [-] points of energy is not a small amount, Meng Qinglang began to hesitate...

[Offer countdown 10, 9, 8...]

Click to buy, and a piece of cooking instructions and a piece of mung bean cake making points will fall into the system backpack.

[Boom—fireworks splashing!Congratulations to the host for winning a "Reincarnation Pool Limited Lucky Draw Ticket"! 】

The system's lottery draw has always been tricky, Meng Qinglang didn't look at the lottery ticket, and directly took out the instructions for boiling the pool.

The ghost heads at the mouth of the well looked at the scroll that suddenly appeared in Meng Qinglang's hand. The golden cloud pattern on the black background was a symbol of the official document of the underworld. They only heard other ghosts say that it was the first time they saw it.

[Reincarnation pool opening instructions: within seven days, pour the seven soups of "pure heart", "forgetfulness", "guilty", "Yang De", "returning soul", "condensing soul" and "reincarnation" into the pool in order to start the journey of reincarnation. 】

Meng Qinglang's first reaction was, is the well water still drinkable?

[Seven kinds of soup and medicine recipes and the required materials of the underworld have been put on the mall, please buy the host by yourself~]

This is how the krypton gold game’s pitfalls come about. The tasks are linked one after another, and each link costs money. Meng Qinglang glanced at the mall. Fortunately, except for the recipes that need energy exchange, the ingredients can be spent on "Anxi Group Savings Fund" , but it’s 10,000+ one grass, hundreds of thousands of flowers, each recipe needs so many kinds, hehehe, it’s very cheap...

This feeling of being poor with [-] million people may be incomprehensible to ordinary people...

Meng Qinglang first bought the recipes and materials for "Pure Heart", and planned to start cooking the pool tomorrow. With 300 million deducted, Meng Qinglang's accumulated funds of more than 1 million immediately turned into nine beginnings.

Meng Qinglang's face turned dark, and he looked at the mouth of the well crowded with dozens of ghost heads. In the dark night, a pile of human heads floated in the dark well like a bottomless pit, looking eerie and weird.

Meng Qinglang stared at them as if they were enemies in a sea of ​​blood, and the ghost heads looked up at Meng Qinglang nervously, shrinking their necks back.

After staring at each other for a long time, Meng Qinglang sighed, what kind of anger did he have with these "victims", and exhaled again to relieve the heartache caused by poverty, before he said, "Since it's useless, then come out."

Several ghosts looked at each other: "My lord, I...we want to stay longer, okay?"

"Yes, my lord, it's very comfortable in here."

"Extraordinarily cool!"

"I feel that the hostility accumulated by the ghosts has been appeased."

"Please my lord!"

It's just soaking in well water. Hearing what they said, it doesn't look like he will turn into a ghost, and ghosts won't pollute the water quality. Meng Qinglang nodded indifferently: "Whatever, just soak for a while at night."

"Thank you sir!"

"Do you want to come together?"

"Specially cool down."

"No need." Meng Qinglang didn't intend to drown himself yet. He lifted the stone slab and put it on top of their heads. A few ghosts floating high showed half of their foreheads. Meng Qinglang patted the dust on his hands and led the Muying went back to the house.

The next morning, before it was time for dinner, Uncle Zhang came and brought a little girl with a travel bag.

"This is the old Feng's family. Feng's fried chicken used to be a must in our place, but now we don't do it anymore. If we don't have acquaintances, we really can't eat it!" Old Zhang said proudly with his hands behind his back.

"That's, thanks to my second uncle, what you gave is not a meal, it's my niece's career as a food editor! Don't worry, as long as I get the headline, I'll serve you good wine."

"That's a must." Old man Zhang smiled redly, and shouted into the courtyard, "Old man Feng, look who I brought here!"

Old man Feng was still holding the beans, he walked towards the gate and said doubtfully, "This is..."

Old man Zhang patted the young man: "My eldest brother's daughter, Zhang Xiaofeng."

"Oh, I remember, I came here to play when I was a child, and it grew so big in the blink of an eye."

"It's amazing now, the editor of "Gourmet Fresh News" also publishes a weekly magazine, a big company!"

Zhang Xiaofeng smiled: "It's not really a big company, but it's well-known online and has its own magazine. I'm just a small editor, writing manuscripts and doing interviews."

Old man Feng's eyes brightened ten watts: "Oh, this is a big reporter, come in and sit down."

"Old man Feng, let me tell you, eat your family's ancestral fried chicken at noon, let my niece write a news story for you, it will definitely be popular in the whole city!"

Old man Feng blushed with excitement, and suddenly became a folk artist who pursued cooking all his life. In fact, he was just an ordinary old man who liked to cook and wanted to save face.

Old man Feng's thinking is: if his fried chicken becomes popular all over the city, he will have more face!

"Boy Meng, come on! There are guests!"

Meng Qinglang poked his head out from the kitchen: "Huh?" The sound of cooking was too loud for him to hear clearly.

"Your Uncle Zhang is here with his niece, fry some chicken, and make some other dishes."

Meng Qinglang retracted his head, after all, he was ordering him...

A pot of fish soup was slowly simmering in the kitchen. While reading the instructions for making "Qingxin", Meng Qinglang slowly mashed and ground "Bianhua" with a systematic pestle. It was not the kind grown on the street. According to the system instructions, it was by the riverside of the Naihe River. The petals are slender and bright red, and the store only has ten plants in stock. The word "out of print" is printed next to "Bi An Hua".

The auxiliary materials such as "Unknown Grass" and "Wangchuan Flower" are also out of print, but there are more in stock. "Qingxin" is not a soup, but a pill. Whole", but there should be nothing wrong with mashing each material according to the steps.

The fragrance of Bianhua lingers in the kitchen, but it has not been processed, so the smell does not disperse very far. Meng Qinglang is very relieved, and grinds it with a cooking pot.

Muying suddenly ran over from the living room, leaned closer and asked, "What? It smells so good."

"The other shore flower."

Muying shrank her head back, Meng Qinglang approached him: "Do you want to try it?"

Mu Ying quickly waved her hand: "No need..."

Meng Qinglang raised the corners of his lips. The introduction of Bi'an Flower said this: Bi'an Flower, the emotion of those who take Meng Po soup is transformed. Each petal condenses a person's tears, blood and sorrow. If you eat it by mistake, you will fall into a dream. wide awake.

In short, he ate something that was abused.

Meng Qinglang continued to make medicine, and Muying came over again: "I came here to say... a woman came in the living room, and Uncle Feng said... I want to introduce you."

"..." Matchmaking may be a common hobby of the elderly in this area, and Uncle Zhang has already mentioned it to him several times.

Mu Ying tugged at the corner of his clothes, Qi Qi Ai Ai said: "Can you not get married first?"

Meng Qinglang was curious: "Why?"

Muying lowered her head: "I think... now it's pretty good, who knows if she is a good person, and she is not a ghost, if you marry her, it will be inconvenient."

Meng Qinglang looked at the top of his head and kept moving his hands. After a while, he said, "Hey, our leader Muying is so insecure."

Muying's face turned red: "Who... who said it! I... what... no... I just feel that it's inconvenient. If you want to look for it, you might as well find a ghost, or...you wait for me to grow up." big……"

"Why wait until you grow up?"

Mu Ying blushed: "Just...grow up..."

"By the way, what score did you get in this exam?"

Mu Ying stiffened: "Just... six... six... sixty."

"Passed? There is progress." Meng Qinglang flicked his sore wrists: "Do you want to eat bean paste cake?"

"Huh? Eat..."

"Go and brush the mold."

"Oh..." Muying ran away quickly carrying the wooden box.

Meng Qinglang sighed, thinking about whether to find an adoptive family for Muying after sending away the group of bug ghosts. The soul will be affected by the real body. Muying's soul has always been the memory of the child, and so is the current body. Children, follow him... He really doesn't know how to raise children.

Without parents... It's not impossible, Meng Qinglang thinks of Mu Ying's previous lives, for Mu Ying, will she feel regretful after all?

Holding a zero salary and worrying about the old father's heart, he is exactly what he said.

It was almost noon, Meng Qinglang put the half-pounded "Qingxin" back into the system backpack and started cooking.

Spicy fried diced chicken, slow stewed herring, potato brisket, garlic pork ribs, and a few stir-fried vegetables, Meng Qinglang thought he was a little girl, so he added a Coca-Cola chicken wing, and a table of home-cooked dishes was completed.

The mung bean cake was almost steamed, and when the lid was opened, the hot white mist wafted away with fragrance, and soon a group of old men strolled to the door of the kitchen and beckoned to help him serve the food.

"I'll come, I'll come! Go back and sit down, gentlemen."

Meng Qinglang bowed his head, she was a little girl who was only as tall as his shoulders, with short hair and glasses, she looked like she had just graduated, with a student air.

"Take the wooden plate below, the top is hot." Meng Qinglang instructed.

Zhang Xiaofeng raised his head and was stunned for a moment. When watching it on TV, the reference objects were male gods over 1.8 meters tall. Standing among them, Meng Qinglang was "a member of the male god". In reality...

so high!So handsome!good man!Fuck, real people look better than photos, why are you so fat? !Is she in the same room with the male god now? !Ahhh!How can Yan Kong suppress his screaming!

"Well...it's going to be cold in a while."

"Oh...Okay, I...take it away..." Zhang Xiaofeng took one last look at Meng Qinglang, and made up his mind to leave.

No, no, she came with a mission, she can't succumb to the beauty of the male god!