"Who told you my soup was free? Have you ever had one? You don't have to pay to go to a restaurant? I don't have to pay for this material? Or do you think someone has already paid for it? "

"Isn't it? It's your duty and your work. You must have been paid for it. If you take another share from us, it's really dark! " The new ghost is still asking.

Meng Po sat down and shook her legs. "If you like to drink or not, you have to jump down here, swim in the river and go ashore from there."

The new ghost was a bandit before he died. He had tendons all over his body and jumped off the side without saying a word.

Just as I fell into the water, I heard a high Scream: "ah... It's painful, it's painful, it's killing me. I have to shave my skin off!"

Xiaoyu smiles and holds the railing, watching the new ghost flutter in the water.

"What's so strange about this water?"

Hearing that night had doubts, Xiaoyu was happy to dispel them: "this water is not strange, but he didn't drink Mengpo soup, and he still has memories of his life. The river of forgetting Sichuan will help him to dispel these memories, just..."

He laughed twice in a low voice.

"It's not easy to get rid of it. It's necessary to clean it up from inside to outside. It's not a good process. It's like a punishment of being late!"

The ghost who hears light rain's words in the pavilion over there has already deviated from his heart and begins to retreat from his unswerving, powerful and unyielding attitude.

"Princess!" Black and white impermanence naturally heard the voice of light rain, two people busy bow salute, Mengpo also stood up, "Princess!"

Light rain see they all found, also strode over, "don't be polite!"

"Meng Po, can I have two bowls of soup?" Xiaoyu sniffed and smelled the fragrance.

"Of course Meng Po immediately served two bowls of soup.

Xiaoyu first handed it to ye, then he took a small bowl to drink, "Mengpo, you are really good at this craft, and one yuan is too cheap!"

Looking at those new ghosts with meaning.

"Hey, Yama has given me such a good job. A little makes a lot of money. It's enough to support myself." More than one day, there are a hundred ghosts, less than one or two, but life is not bad.

Over there, the new ghost fluttering in the river of forgetting Sichuan finally climbed onto the bank, but his whole body seemed to come out of the blood. His whole body was full of blood, but he could not see the wound, but the blood beads kept coming out.

People have fallen on the shore, not moving, only the grass on the ground in front of the nose with his breathing rhythmic dance.

Shua!

The new ghosts were so surprised that they didn't dare to take any chances any more. One by one, they rushed to give money to Mengpo, "I want a bowl, I want a bowl..."

Xiaoyu looked at the new ghosts who took out the money. "We don't recognize the money of the human world here, and they can't bring it in. However, after they die, their families will burn a lot of money used in the underworld, and they can use it when they come in."

Night put down the bowl, "those poor people who have no money how to deal with?"

"It's simple. People who will become poor will be treated equally. They either did evil things in their lifetime or suffered evil in their previous lives. Everything has its reasons and consequences. No one can burn paper money but blame themselves."

After Xiaoyu finished drinking, the new ghosts had already drunk the soup and went down the bridge. Xiaoyu handed the bowl to Mengpo, and then took out two land dollars from her pocket in her sleeve and put them in the empty bowl.