Chapter 884: Not Meng Po's soup

There was a lamp in the low, narrow room, which hung from the beams of the house, and covered with a miserable white lantern. You can't see the wires, it's just a lantern with a candle, similar to the one that Bai Jing broke.
An old man stood under the lantern. The wrinkles on his face were like dry bark, and his white hair fluttered slightly in the cool night breeze like silver wire.
This kind of environment, this kind of old man, everywhere revealed a spooky and weird breath.
The old man glanced at the Ning family and four standing outside the door and the horse in a wheelchair. Then he reached for the bowl and put it in a bowl. She put five bowls on a square table, and then scooped soup from a large ravioli into five bowls.
This operation ...
Suddenly Ning Tao thought of a person, and a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared on his back: "Willn't it be ... the legendary Meng Po?"
In the folk ghost story, after the death, he went to and the first person he saw was Meng Po. That Meng Po was on the bridge of Heihe, and he drank Meng Po soup for the dead. As soon as the deceased drank Meng Po soup, he would forget what he had done in his life, and the people he met would be cut off from all the links between Yang and Yang.
I am afraid no one believes such a statement now, but if you think about it, if you really have a past life, this life, and reincarnation, who will remember those past lives? If you do n’t remember your past life, is n’t that just drinking Meng Po Tang?
However, shouldn't Meng Po be on the bridge of Heihe, how could he open a small shop here?
At this time, the old man standing in the shop said, "Master Ma, this is the one you want to take away? Come, let it be cold and heavy at night, and drink a bowl of hot soup."
"Let's go in," Ma said.
Ning Tao pushed him into the door.
Jiang Hao, Bai Jing and Qing followed the door.
"Come here, drink a bowl of hot soup." The old man handed a bowl of soup to Ning Tao.
Ning Tao narrowed her eyes, and suddenly felt a chill in her heart, itchy throat, and almost spit it out.
What kind of hot soup is in the dark sea bowl? The soup is dark and thick, and the soup is mixed with suspected fingernails and eyeballs. The smell is also stinky. Spit, let alone drink it.
"Huh?" Laoyun walked a brow, and a cold mang flashed in her eyes, as if she was dissatisfied with Ning Tao's rejection of her soup bowl.
"Mrs. Meng, these are not the people I want to take. They are all my friends and big men. You brighten your eyes," Ma said.
After that, he took the bowl of soup himself, and grunted it.
Ning Tao finally understood why he wanted to eat a bowl of ghost valley. Hell didn't have to eat it, but he could only eat the dead.
The three women behind Ning Tao were also a creepy feeling, and they did not spit it out after enduring hard work.
The old lady carefully looked at Ning Tao, and the three women standing behind Ning Tao, and suddenly sighed: "I am old, my eyes are blooming, I really do n’t know Taishan, and a semi-immortal came. Two dragon girls, and a big fairy. Excuse me, please sit down, I'll take the soup. "
Ma Nian said: "Give me what you collect, I'm hungry."
The old cricket uttered a sentence: "You are really a starving ghost."
The Ning family sits in a family of four. Ning Tao and Qing chase sit on a bench, Bai Jing and Jiang Hao sit on a bench, and Ma Nian sits in his wheelchair. The old lady handed her bowl of soup to the horse noodles one bowl after another, and Yu Guang in the corner of her eyes choked Ning Tao again.
Ning Tao tentatively said, "This old man will not be ... Meng Po, right?"
"Meng Po?" The old woman laughed and smiled: "My old name is Meng, but it's not Meng Po, but I just opened a ghost food shop in this shaded place, and cooked soup for the ghosts who came up, and also opened a portal. It is convenient for the dead to go down. "Then, she added," The old name is Meng Mingjiao Rong, Yongle twelve years old. The old body was originally a big family, and now there is no one. "
There is no one left, which means she is not a living person.
Meng Jiaorong, this name is very beautiful, but I am not at all coquettish.
Jiang was curious and asked, "Mother Meng, if you are not Meng Po, where is Meng Po?"