How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"You kid, if you lived during a time of war, you might be the one leading the enemy."

Meng Po glanced at Hei Yang and retorted, "You're going straight to 'our world of travel,' aren't you? You really know how to blend into the world."

Besides, Grandma didn't contact you first, so don't make false accusations.

What does it mean to integrate?

My home is here, I was born here, and I will settle down here. The lady of the house is also from here, so am I not a native-born local?

"You really like that place, but if you become a wandering ghost who can't be reincarnated, don't blame Grandma for not wanting you."

"Absolutely not!"

Hei Yang waved his hand: "Alright, alright, since you didn't come looking for me on your own initiative, then let me go back!"

"It's precisely because I didn't actively seek you out that I can't let you go."

Meng Po slowly explained, "This is your dream. Because you happened to dream of me, and because of what happened before, you have some connection with me, so I descended my thoughts and responded to your call."

"Oh, so I'm dreaming?"

Hei Yang's expression suddenly turned strange: "So you mean...?"

"Because your grandma caused you trouble before, you want to hit her in your dream?"

Meng Po said softly, "Hmm?"

Hei Yang: "!"

A bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart, and Hei Yang launched a direct attack on Ochumelov.

"Hehe, not at all, how could that be? Even in my dreams, I'm a model student who respects the elderly, I wouldn't have any bad intentions!"

"It's best this way."

Meng Po replied irritably, "This is indeed your dream, but your dream is false, while my thought is real."

"It was because you subconsciously thought of me in your dream that I thought something had happened to you and wanted to come help you, but instead you were here thinking of bad ideas!"

"Oh no, how could this be..."

Hei Yang waved his hand, feeling a little scared: "I just dreamt about you, and you could sense it?"

"Is it weird?"

Meng Po replied matter-of-factly, "Didn't you also learn some tricks to prevent others from making predictions?"

That's something others can figure out about you, and you'll notice it eventually; it's just a minor detail.

Some highly cultivated beings can sense any malice directed at them, or even if someone mentions their name, or even insults them in their heart, and will then bring down appropriate punishment.

"Grandma, my cultivation isn't very high. I can only sense your calls in your dreams, and that's only because we've had some interaction. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to see me."

At this point, Meng Po paused and comforted Hei Yang, saying, "Don't be so afraid all the time, worried that some big shot from another world will come and capture you, or that big shot from another world will come and beat you up or something."

Not just anyone can come to your world of space exploration; you have someone protecting you!

I only let that clone in after I got permission.

"When are you leaving... uh, I mean, when will I wake up..."

How am I supposed to know when you'll wake up?

Meng Po looked on with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "Aren't you lying in bed sleeping by yourself?"

"Oh, is there any possibility..."

Hei Yang muttered under his breath, "I actually fainted."

"Wait a minute, let me see..."

Meng Po blinked her somewhat cloudy eyes and looked Hei Yang up and down: "Tsk tsk, good lad, you won't drink Grandma's soup, but you dare to drink that stuff?"

"Oh, no, the situation is different!"

Hei Yang scratched his head: "Think about it, she cooks with all her might, but no one dares to eat it. It just doesn't seem right..."

But once I wake up, I definitely have to teach her how to cook properly. I really can't understand why she can cook like this!

"Hmm... how should I put it... the heat was too low..."

Meng Po casually remarked, "The pot wasn't very good either, so she couldn't do anything freely, and that's how it turned out."

"Let go of their hands and feet?!"

Hei Yang's pupils dilated in shock: "She's already practically sent me to you after her initial foray into the trade, and you still want her to go all out?"

"Tsk, Grandma, I was just saying it casually, and you just took it casually."

Meng Po blinked and chuckled, "I think it will take you another three or four hours to wake up. How about we go somewhere else for a stroll and have some fun?"

Where to go for fun?

"The Bridge of Helplessness".

As Meng Po finished speaking, Hei Yang was momentarily dazed. He heard a howling wind in his ears and saw a familiar yet strange scene before him.

The River of Oblivion, the Bridge of Helplessness, the Pavilion of Meng Po, the Road to the Underworld...

At the bridge entrance, ghostly figures loomed, and countless souls, some numb and some excited, were urged to move towards the bridge.

In the pavilion at the bridgehead, a kind-faced old woman was serving soup bowl by bowl, letting each of the departed souls, each with a different expression, drink it and transform into a similarly bewildered face, unable to remember their previous joys and sorrows.

"hiss……"

Hei Yang couldn't help but shudder: "He really forgot everything!"

"So, returning to this familiar place, do you feel nostalgic?"

"is a bit……"

Hei Yang looked helplessly at Meng Po, who was grinning mischievously beside him. The figure in the pavilion was probably her real self. "I feel a little weak in the knees."

"Let's take a closer look."

As soon as Meng Po finished speaking, the scene before Hei Yang changed again, and he found himself in Meng Po's Pavilion. The old lady serving soup was too busy to turn around and handed him a large soup ladle: "Anyway, you still have three or four hours before you wake up, come and help Grandma with some work."

Hei Yang: "!!!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 156 Every day, the moment I open my eyes, I work hard to write, without complaint, without a single lie!

"Wow! This...this..."

Hei Yang pointed at himself with a large soup ladle, looking incredulous: "Do I look like a bastard? Why do you want me to help you?!"

"Ok?"

Meng Po tilted her head and asked curiously, "You don't want to?"

"Ah... even if you're threatening me..."

Hei Yang's lips twitched, but his tone was resolute: "I will not yield either!"

I am now a law-abiding and free person, and you have no right to order me around!

Even if you try to intimidate me with your power, I will…

"Will they fight to the bitter end?"

Meng Po was somewhat surprised, but her hands continued their actions, repeatedly ladling soup and handing over bowls: "Good lad, you have courage..."

"And I'll obediently do as I say..."

Hei Yang shrank back: "But you're an official, a staff member of the underworld, a government agency. You wouldn't just do something like attacking an innocent young boy, would you..."

"Tsk tsk..."

Meng Po couldn't help but chuckle. With a gentle flick of her finger, she froze a soul who hadn't even drunk the soup yet and was trying to slip away. The soup then transformed into a stream and poured into the soul's mouth: "You're right, Grandma certainly won't do anything to you. I just want to hear your reason for refusing."

"Does this even need a reason?!"

Hei Yang's eyes widened: "Do you need a reason to refuse to work? Workers should have their own leisure time!"

I'm so tired when I'm awake, and then I finally get a good night's sleep, and now I have to work in my dreams? This is going to be a disaster... cough cough!

In short, I can't let myself be burdened with things that aren't my responsibility for no reason...

"Yes, that's right. Grandma, you can't be lazy and do things yourself!"

Hei Yang said earnestly, "Think about it, now you're asking your classmates to do your homework for you, but what will you be like when you enter society...?"

"What else?"

Meng Po looked at Hei Yang with a half-smile: "What will it be like when you enter society?"

"It will be more comfortable...cough cough..."

Granny Meng's gaze made Hei Yang a little scared, but it was a matter of principle that he couldn't back down!

He conceded today and will only work for three hours, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after?

Does that mean that every day after he falls asleep—oh, no, after he dreams of Meng Po—he'll be dragged over and bullied?

Hei Yang will never be a tool!