Chapter 884

There was a light in the low and narrow room, which hung on the beam and covered with a miserable white lantern cover. I can't see the wire. It's just a candle lit lantern, which is very similar to the one broken by Bai Jing.

Under the lantern stood an old woman with wrinkles on her face like dry bark, and her snow-white hair, like silver, fluttered slightly in the cool night wind.

Such an environment, such an old woman, reveals a gloomy and strange atmosphere everywhere.

The old woman took a look at the four members of the Ning family standing outside the door and the horse face sitting in the wheelchair. Then she reached for the bowl and put it down. She acted skillfully. She put five bowls on a square table, then scooped soup from a large urn and put it into five bowls.

This operation

Ning Tao suddenly thought of a man, and a layer of goose bumps suddenly appeared on his back: "can't it be... The legendary Meng Po?"

In folk ghost stories, when people go to the underworld after death, the first person they see is Meng Po. On the Naihe bridge, Meng Po specially drinks Meng Po Soup for the dead. Once the dead drink Meng Po soup, they will forget what they have done in their life. The people they meet are tantamount to cutting off all the involvement with Yang.

I'm afraid no one believes this statement now, but I'm afraid to think carefully. If people really have previous lives and this life, reincarnation and reincarnation, who will remember those newborns? If you don't remember your previous life, don't you drink Mengpo soup?

But shouldn't Meng Po be on the Naihe bridge? How can she open a shop here?

At this time, the old woman standing in the small shop said, "master Ma Cha, you want to take all these people away? Come on, it's cool at night. Have a bowl of hot soup."

"Let's go in." Ma Mian said.

Ning Tao pushed him into the door.

Jiang Hao, Bai Jing and Qing Zhui followed in.

"Come on, have a bowl of hot soup." The old woman handed a bowl of soup to Ning Tao.

Ning Tao handed his eyes and looked at it. His heart was suddenly cold, his throat itched and almost spit it out.

What kind of hot soup is contained in the dark sea bowl? The soup is black and thick. It is also mixed with people's fingernails and eyes. The smell is also fishy. It can make people vomit at a glance, let alone drink it.

"Huh?" The old woman walked for a moment, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. It seemed that she was dissatisfied that Ning Tao didn't take her soup bowl.

"Aunt Meng, these are not the people I want to take down. They are all my friends and big people. Polish your eyes." Ma Mian said.

Then he took the bowl of soup and poured it into his stomach.

Ning Tao finally understood why he wanted to eat a bowl of ghost valley. The hell didn't have to eat. If he wanted to eat, he could only eat the dead.

The three women behind Ning Tao are also a creepy feeling. They didn't spit out until they endured very hard.

The old woman looked at Ning Tao carefully, and the three women standing behind Ning Tao suddenly sighed: "I'm old, my eyes are blurred, and I really don't know Mount Tai. Here comes a Banxian, two dragon girls, and a big goblin. Forgive me, please sit down, and I'll take the soup."

Ma Mian said, "take whatever you want. I'm hungry."

The old woman scolded, "you are really a hungry ghost."

Four members of the Ning family were seated. Ning Tao and Qing Zhui sat on a bench, Bai Jing and Jiang Hao sat on a bench, and Ma Mian sat in his wheelchair. The old woman handed the bowl of soup she scooped to the horse noodles to drink, and the rest of her eyes looked at Ning Tao again and again.

Ning Tao said tentatively, "this old man is not... Grandma Meng, is he?"

"Meng Po?" The old woman said with a smile: "my last name is Meng, but I'm not grandma Meng. I just opened a ghost food shop in the shade to cook soup and rice for the ghosts who came up. I also opened a door to facilitate the dead to go down." Then she added, "my surname is Meng and my name is Jiao Rong. I've been in Yongle for 12 years. My family used to be a big family, but now there's no one."

There is no one, which means she is not alive.

Meng Jiaorong, this name is very beautiful, but I am not Jiaorong at all.

Jiang was so curious that he asked, "aunt Meng, if you're not grandma Meng, where is grandma Meng?"

A shriveled smile appeared on Meng Jiaorong's face: "mother Meng is naturally in the underworld. We are acquaintances. If you want to see her, I'll take you. She has three daughters, one more beautiful than the other."

Jiang Hao hurriedly said, "no, no, no, this is not necessary. I'm just curious to ask."

Ma Mian had finished the last bowl of soup. He touched his mouth and burped: "finally, I'm full. Aunt Meng, I need your help."

"You said." Meng Jiaorong began to clean up the empty bowl. It looked old, but her hands and feet were very sharp.

Ma Mian said, "help me inquire about a man in the Yin Ruins."

"People in the Yin Ruins? Master Ma Chai, don't make fun of me. There's no one in the Yin Ruins." Meng Jiaorong said.

Ma Mian said, "a man named Lin Qinghua hid in the Yin Ruins. He may have gone to a certain time when Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was in power. You have a wide way. Help me find out."

Meng Jiaorong was silent.

Ma Mian reached into his arms, took out a stack of dead people's money and put it on the table.

Ning Tao and the three women's eyes moved to the stack of money. The stack of money was different from the dead people's money sold in the market. It seemed that it was cut into a rectangular shape with human skin. There were no words of banks or banks, or even the amount. There was only a brand in the shape of black squares. Maybe the amount and everything are in that brand, which is similar to QR code.

This is the money in the underworld. It's really insightful.

Meng Jiaorong's wrinkled face suddenly burst into a shriveled smile. She reached out and grabbed the pile of dead people's money: "master Ma Chai is really rich. No problem. Money can make ghosts grind. I took your money and naturally want to do things for you. It's all on me. I'll inquire about it later."

Ma Mian said, "if you find that Lin Qinghua, I'll thank you again."

"Oh, that old man will find the dead ghost even if he works hard." Meng Jiaorong smiled even happier.

Ning Tao said, "he is not a dead ghost, but a living man."

Meng Jiaorong was stunned: "how did the living go to the Yin Ruins?"

Ma Mian said, "don't worry about it. Just do it well."

"Yes." Meng Jiaorong put away the dead man's money. "Master Ma, do you want me to scoop you some more bowls?"

Ma Mian touched his belly: "no, I'm full. Go, open the door, and I'll take my friend to the underworld."

"OK, I'll go now." Meng Jiaorong folded into the inner room.

Ning Tao looked at his three wives and said tentatively, "do you want to have a look?"

The three women shook their heads without even thinking about it.

Ning Tao actually thinks the same.

Who wants to go to the underworld!

But when Ning Tao unified his opinion and was ready to decline the "kindness" of Ma Mian, a young man, a woman and a child came in.

At first glance, Ning Tao thought he was a family, but at second glance, he was stunned.

The young man who had just entered the door was the young man with horse face and upper body in the daytime. He was tall and thin, and his face didn't have any blood color. The woman, in her early thirties, pulled a little girl who was only five or six years old. Both women and little girls are well dressed. At first glance, they are not ordinary people, and they are not a family with the young man.

However, whether it is a family or not, the young man has been cremated. Where can he come here to eat? He's not alive, he's a ghost. The mother and son who entered the door later were not living people, but also ghosts.

"Boss, get some hot food. It's so cold." Cried the young man.

"Coming, coming." Meng Bo came out with a basin, put down the basin, looked at the young man and his mother and daughter, smiled and said, "Oh, there's a visitor. I'll say hello first."

She scooped a bowl of soup from the big urn and brought it to the young man: "where are you going?"

The young man raised his head and looked at Meng Jiaorong with a blank face.

Meng Jiaorong said, "it's getting late. Go home after eating."

The young man nodded: "yes, it's getting late. Eat and go home."

Then he bowed his head and drank the soup in the bowl.

The mother and daughter also sat down and said, "boss, give us two bowls, too."

"OK, come right away." Meng Jiaorong scooped up two more bowls of soup and brought it over. He also asked, "where are you going?"

The woman in fashionable dress looked up at Meng Jiaorong with a blank face: "Why are there no lights around here? There are no people, no car, no signal on my mobile phone, and I can't drive the navigation..."

"Where is your home?" Meng Jiaorong asked.

"My home..." the woman couldn't answer at all.

Meng Jiaorong said, "your home is down here. Go home after eating."

"Thank you, Niuniu. Eat quickly. We'll go home after eating." Said the woman.

The little girl said in a crisp voice, "horse noodles, there is chocolate in this ice cream. I like chocolate best."

The woman touched the little girl's head: "then eat more."

Mother and daughter also buried themselves in soup.

Ning Tao and his three wives looked at each other. It was disgusting soup. The girl said it was ice cream. It's not dazzled, it's the different things they see.

Can people and ghosts see the same thing?

Meng Jiaorong turned back, holding the edge of the basin with both hands, and then turned slowly.

The basin is made of bronze. It looks ordinary and has no real runes. There is only a square mark in the basin. With Meng Jiaorong's rotation, a crack opened impressively on the ground of the shop, widened a little, and finally stopped with the length and width of a door.

The door is as dark as ink, and a stream of Yin diffuses out of the door, bringing a chill to the bone marrow!

Is this the gate of hell?

The paperback one that can be checked in directly with a bag?

The four members of Ning Tao's family look at me and look at me with blank faces.