Chapter 1332: Little devil is difficult

Ghosts are in tandem and seem to be afraid that they will run. ┡(8)(一)中文文网Ww%W. 81.Zw. In the end, COM's own concerns are superfluous.
These two people are not afraid at all, and there is no plan to escape. It seems that they really want to go to see the Tibetan king.
"Dust is dust, earth is returning to earth, things of the past life, passing the clouds, forget it."
A sound like a magical sound poured into their ears.
Tang Yan’s heart is a sigh, this voice is very confusing, who is the voice?
This is a ghost world. Even if he knows the Tibetan king, it cannot be taken lightly.
There is a saying that is easy to see, and the little devil is difficult. The Tibetan king is too high-end, and the following may not be bought.
Therefore, he will not resort to violence unless he has to. After all, because of the relationship between the two kings, he can't be as casual as he used to be.
However, I have heard this voice before, so he is quite surprised.
There was fog in front, oh, I can't see the way ahead.
Ghost difference seems to have been eccentric, and there is no explanation.
Don’t ask for it, just follow the other’s footsteps.
Li Xiaotian grabbed Tang’s hand and whispered,
This ghost world is so strange that it is very different from the human world.

Tang Wei said softly: "This is two different worlds, of course there are differences."
"What is that voice?" Li Xiaotian asked quietly: "There seems to be a kind of magic that has deeply attracted me."
Although Tang Yan felt strange, she did not have such a deep feeling. She said: "Don't think too much, everything has me."
Li Xiaotian took his arm, like a glue, she felt that this ghost world did not seem so bad, at least he accompanied, and she did not care about the harsh environment.
Going into the fog, I can't see clearly around.
"Dust is dust, earth is returning to earth, things of the past life, passing the clouds, forget it."
Suddenly, the voice rang again.
Li Xiaotian consciously speeded up her footsteps. Tang Yan was different. She quickly broke into her hand and asked, "What happened?"
Li Xiaotian said insanely: "The voice is getting more and more attractive to me."
Tang Hao Deng understands that things are not as simple as they think, and they are guarded by God.
The ghosts have different appearances of the two, involuntarily evoked a trace of inscrutable smile.
Hey, hey!
The footsteps under the feet suddenly changed.
Tang was shocked and quickly bowed his head. I don’t know when, the foot was not a hard floor, but turned into wood. He looked around and was surrounded by thick fog.
He subconsciously took a step to the left and stepped under his feet. He quickly took his foot back.
"We are on the bridge?" Tang Yan asked.
The smile of the ghost's mouth is more intense. Haha laughed: "Of course we are on the bridge. If you step out, it will be a catastrophe."
"Are you going to die?"
"Of course, do you know where this is?" The ghost changed its normal state and said triumphantly that it seemed to want to give the outsider a good lesson.
"No matter where, it is the same for me." Tang Yan said without fear.
The ghost screamed and screamed: "I don't know what to say! I came to the bridge, but dare to be so arrogant."
"What about the bridge?"
Tang Zhen was amazed, this name is no stranger, appeared in many folklore, and Meng Po Tang accompanied by Nai He Bridge.
Is there really a Meng Po holding a bowl of soup on this bridge?
He immediately remembered the voice just now, is it the voice of Meng Po, so it will have a tempting effect on the soul.
Li Xiaotian clung tightly to Tang Yan’s arm and said with concern:
I don’t want to drink Meng Po Tang. I don’t want to forget this life, I don’t want to forget you.

"This life? Oh, it is already the previous life, do not forget, how to start a new life?" The previous voice rang again, and the old lady who was squatting out in the fog ahead.
"Meng Po." Tang Yan exclaimed, there is really Meng Po.
Why have you not met before in the ghost world?
He did not know that he had come to the ghost world before, and he never took the usual path. This road is the road to lead the new soul for the ghosts. This bridge is the only way.
"You really know the old man, huh, huh." Meng Po wrinkled with a crutches, but the laughter gave a creepy feeling.
"Hey, you are still a big living person, you have come here, quirks." Meng Po’s laughter stopped short, and a pair of small eyes were half-baked and staring at Tang Yan.
The two ghosts were remembered. After such a long journey, this person did not even adapt.
This is not normal at all.
Is there a living person who is not afraid of the erosion of yin?
"Yes, what's the matter with you? For so long, everything is still as usual?"
Don Juan did not answer the question and did not answer this question.
Meng Po looked at the ghosts and said with deep meaning: "You two guys have brought a living person, I don't know if you are lucky, or unfortunate."
"Meng Po, this kid has to come, he is a repairer, we have no way." Ghosts quickly explained.
Meng Po’s rank seems to be higher than them. Seeing the ghosts are more ugly than crying, they are also indifferent and faintly said:
How about the repairers, they came to the ghost world, and they couldn’t get up.

The ghost almost nodded like a garlic: "Meng Po said it."
"When you enter the ghost world, you have to drink my bowl of Mengpo soup, forget the past life, before you can pass this bridge, into the heart of my ghostland." Meng Po reached out and put a bowl of black paint in his hand. Soup.
"Wow, it's so sweet." Li Xiaotian couldn't help but cried, taking a deep breath and being very intoxicated.
Don Juan did not smell anything, but instead looked at the darkness of the ink, there was a feeling of disgust.
"No one drinks your Mengpo soup." Tang Yan refused.
Meng Po looked at Tang Yan with a smile, and the narrow eyes showed a faint light, saying: "You are a living person, don't drink for a while, but she is a soul, then you must drink this bowl of Meng Po soup."
"She won't drink too."
Tang Yan looked at Li Xiaotian, who seemed to be intoxicated, and quickly dragged her into her arms. It seemed that she could not bear the temptation to drink Meng Po Tang.
Meng Po’s smile is full of cheeks, but it gives people a more horrible feeling.
"If you don't drink, you can't go through this bridge."
"If I have to pass?"
"Unless you pass outside the bridge, I will naturally stop you." Meng Po's eyes are unpredictable.
Tang Yan subconsciously looked out of the bridge, in the thick fog, not at all clear, a dead, giving people an ominous feeling.
"Haha, this bridge is outside the river, no one wants to cross the Styx, jump off this jump, then there is only one dead road." Ghosts laughed.
In the eyes of Meng Po, there was a glimmer of smugness. Of course, it was clearer to all of this, so I deliberately made it difficult.
"The Styx."
Tang Yan thickened his eyebrows and remembered.
He once fell into the Styx, and it sinks quickly. The water of the Styx will also devour the soul. Whether it is a ghost or a living soul, it is difficult to resist the power of the water of the Styx.
If the four elephants are not afraid of the water of the river, Tang Yan has long been buried in the river of the river. Of course he will not take it lightly.
The Naihe Bridge is a bridge across the Styx River. Apart from the Naihe Bridge, there is nothing else that can cross the Styx.
Every soul comes to the ghost world, and the bridge is the only way.
Meng Po always looked at Tang Yin, saw his reaction, and asked strangely: "You know the Styx? Quirk, you are a big living person, it seems to have a good understanding of the ghost world."
Tang Yan ignored his surprise and asked: "If I have to go from the bridge?"
Meng Po’s big hand forwarded, Meng Po Tang almost reached the front of Li Xiaotian, deeply attracted her.
"Then let her drink my bowl of Mengpo soup."
"No!" Tang Yan shook his head and smashed it.
"Then there's no way."
"I know the Tibetan king, this time I came to him to do things." Tang Yan did not want to entangle with these little devils, directly explained the intentions, and pointed out the Tibetan king, I hope the other party not to embarrass him.
Meng Po was not scared by the name of the Tibetan king. He smiled: "It seems that you really know a lot about the ghost world, even the name of the new master of the ghost world knows."
The ghost looked at Tang Yan with a sly look and said: "Meng Po, you don't know how arrogant he is. He wants to find the Tibetan king to let the woman resurrect."
Meng Po stunned and was shocked and said: "Really? It is really not a general arrogance. This kind of daring person, how can we let go, disturb the Tibetan king, he has a lot of opportunities, where is the leisure mind This manic madman."
"Yes, it makes sense, so it is necessary to trouble Meng Po shot." Ghosts squinted, laughing is more ugly than crying, flattering.
Tang Yan sighed in a helpless way, and he himself did not have any effect on the big sign of the Tibetan king.
This is what he never expected.
Meng Po raised her head, and her body straightened up. She looked at Tang Yan with a sigh of relief and said, "This bridge is my Meng Po. If you want to go, you must step on me."
Li Xiaotian’s heart was tight and he tightened Tang Yan and asked:
What should I do?

She was not low in her life, she had a militia, but now she is just a ghost. She has no strength at all, and she can't help Don Juan, so she is embarrassed.
Tang Yan patted her hand to show comfort and said: "Reassured, everything has me."
He took Li Xiaotian and took a step forward. He approached Meng Po and said with anger: "This is what you ask, then I can only slap your wish."
Meng Po stunned, and seemed to think that this was a big joke. After a while, he came back and said, "There will be another soul in this coincidence."
Apparently, Meng Po wanted to give Tang Yan to the bridge and let him bury himself in the Styx.
Tang Yan snorted and strode over the meteor, directly hitting Meng Po.
Meng Po did not retreat, the crutches in her hands flew up and turned into a black light, and instantly became a huge sly ghost head, biting towards Tang Yan’s neck.
The ghosts cheered excitedly, Meng Po shot, these two guys must have suffered.