Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

"Ah - sneeze -"

Sitting in Zhao Li's car, Song Yuan couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

Zhao Li's car initially drove on the road of the human world, heading towards the edge of the city, and then entered the ghost path in a sparsely populated area. Soul ferrymen basically enter the underworld in this way.

"It's a bit cold along the way, especially for the living," said Zhao Li, who was driving, quickly with an ingratiating smile on his face. "Only the Day of the Yellow Bird is special. It only happens once every three hundred years. During that time, a strong wind blows in the underworld, blocking out the sky and the sun, allowing the living to enter the Yellow Springs. But back then, the Yellow Springs didn't have so many flowers. It was just yellow sand, and when the wind blew, it was like a sandstorm."

Along the way, Zhao Li chattered to Song Yuan about the customs and local customs of the underworld: "The underworld now pays great attention to greening. Look at these little red flowers of the red spider lily, how beautiful they are."

"It's a bit cold in the underworld, and it's even colder in the depths." Zhao Li even found a blanket from the car and handed it to Song Yuan considerately: "Master, if you feel cold, you can put on the blanket. The deeper you go into the underworld, the colder it will be."

Song Yuan waved his hand and said no: "I don't feel cold, I just felt like someone scolded me. Could it be Pluto?"

Zhao Li thought to himself, considering the immoral things you have done, isn't it normal for people to scold you?

But Zhao Li didn't dare to say anything in front of Song Yuan. He had a flattering smile on his face and said, "That's impossible. Our Lord Pluto has already said that he will treat you well."

Song Yuan sat in the passenger seat, while the Fifth Young Master occupied the back seat alone. He suddenly stuck his head out, leaned close to Zhao Li and said, "Well, Zhao Li, there was a time on the Yellow Springs Road where the Meng Po soup was stinky!"

Soul Ferry's true gourmet master, Tao, has probably tasted a lot of things, and even the soups he mentioned are smelly. There is a hint of nostalgia in Zhao Li's eyes.

"It won't stink for long, just a few hundred years..." Although Zhao Li had a smile on his face, the smile did not reach his eyes. If you look closely, you can see tears in the depths of his eyes, sparkling with light.

The Fifth Young Master naturally didn't notice and just complained, "Master, you don't know that there was originally a Meng Po in Huangquan. Ancient books say that Meng Po is a natural deity born and raised in the underworld. She is smart and beautiful, likes to eat evil spirits that cannot enter the six realms of reincarnation, and can make soup."

He licked his lips as he spoke. "I've tasted the soups made by all the Meng Pos of the past generations. They were all delicious, as sweet as first love. Except for the Meng Po named Sanqi. Her soups were all smelly. Do you know why?"

Song Yuan smiled and said, "Meng Po actually has a human head and a snake body, born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They are all women, and each one is beautiful and charming. They all possess seven orifices of spirit. In fact, they are all descendants of Nuwa."

At the same time, Song Yuan also answered the question of the Fifth Young Master next to him: "As for why the Meng Po soup made by Sanqi is smelly, it is because she herself is missing a spiritual essence. Am I right?"

The Fifth Young Master was filled with excitement. "How did you know? Oh, you're a knife seller on credit. You know everything about your lineage. I'm the one showing off my skills."

Zhao Li was quite curious: "You said you drank so much Meng Po soup, but you weren't affected?"

"You think I'm you," the Fifth Young Master rolled his eyes. "With your terrible memory, even if you don't drink Meng Po soup, your mind will automatically clear out some of it after a while. You soul ferrymen are all like this. After all, you don't have souls, only spirits."

"Actually, Meng Po is the watcher," Song Yuan said, shocking both the Fifth Young Master and Zhao Li. Song Yuan continued, "What's so strange about that? How do you think the Underworld came about? The Underworld was established by the ancient gods of Kunlun out of Chi You's resentment. Their original purpose was to imprison Chi You's soul and punish humanity for its rebellion."

"In that great war, many aboriginal people survived the flooded land. However, some, like the Yelang people, escaped the gods' detection and disappeared into the world."

"There are still some people who can't escape the gods' detection, such as A-Cha. Making A-Cha the Lord of the Underworld sounds like a reward, but in reality it's a punishment."

"You're really afraid of Hades escaping, right? If Ah Cha tries to leave the Underworld, the entire Underworld will be on high alert and will definitely capture him. Zhao Li, tell me why?"

Zhao Li was stunned. Ever since he became the soul ferryman, he didn't know why, but every time A Cha tried to escape, he would catch her back.

The Fifth Young Master laughed heartily. "You asked him? He doesn't know. The Queen Mother of the West is actually quite treacherous. It was clearly them who committed the sin of murder. Heaven is merciful. Isn't it just a love affair between the original man and the goddess? What's the big deal?"

"The Queen Mother of the West and her companions killed so many original people. What was the final outcome? Later, when people cultivated, many of them directly ascended to become immortals and established the current Heavenly Court. The relationship between the Heavenly Court and the Queen Mother of the West was truly terrible."

"But don't forget to mention that when the Queen Mother of the West established the underworld on earth and sent Meng Po to the underworld, it was actually for surveillance."

"It's a shame that the Mengpo clan eventually dissipated, leaving behind only one earthly immortal with six orifice spirit. He even turned his Mengpo soup into a pre-made dish, mass-produced and packaged in small jars. It doesn't taste like the original Mengpo soup at all."

The Fifth Young Master has always cared about food.

Song Yuan watched as the Fifth Young Master changed the subject to food. He was a little confused: "You don't eat anything, do you? You didn't eat the red spider lily from Huangquan, did you?"

The Fifth Young Master rubbed his nose guiltily. "I... I'm just curious. What's wrong? Besides, red spider lilies are incredibly delicious when used to make soup."

Looking at the red flowers of the other shore outside Huangquan, Song Yuan shuddered: "Just forget it."

"By the way, Master, do you have any way to turn this male Meng Po with six orifices into a male Meng Po with seven orifices? Meng Po soup has no taste since it was mass-produced, and it's just like drinking water." The Fifth Young Master was full of disgust.

Zhao Li couldn't help but slow down his car when he heard this. He said cautiously, "Sir, can you really turn back into the Seven Apertures Spirit?"

"Didn't you kill the last Seventh Aperture Spirit?" Song Yuan looked at Zhao Li with a half-smile. "That was a single-aperture spirit. The whole soul was scattered and could not be found. Do you think you can find it after the single-aperture spirit disappears?"

Zhao Li's eyes dimmed immediately: "It seems that it is impossible."

Unexpectedly, Song Yuan said, "In reality, it is possible, but it comes at a price. In theory, you have to exchange what you want. Think about it yourself, where can you find a terrestrial immortal with seven orifices and spirit to exchange for your Meng Po? Talk to you when you find one."

Zhao Li subconsciously looked in the direction of the Fifth Young Master.

The hairs on the back of the Fifth Young Master stood up. Although as a glutton, he was not afraid of Zhao Li: "People like me are indeed born with seven orifice spirits, but Zhao Li, if you dare to attack me, I will kill you!"

"No, no, no, how dare I," Zhao Li answered immediately, fearing that the Fifth Young Master would misunderstand.

As they were talking, several people had already driven to the Ghost Gate. Zhao Li parked the car. On the Ghost Gate, which was originally as smooth as a mirror, there was actually a ghost face that Zhao Li had never seen before.

No, I have seen it before. When Zhao Li entered the illusion of the monk Wuming, he saw Wuming chopping the ghost face with a knife.

The ghost face looked at Song Yuan with a flattering smile. There were many knife wounds crisscrossing on the ghost face, and there was even a knife stuck in the center of the face.

Indeed, the illusion that Zhao Li saw at the beginning was that after Wuming injured the ghost face, the ghost face turned into a plaque.

And Song Yuan just happened to stab the center of the plaque with a knife.

Doesn't the ghost face on the door have a knife on its face? The ghost face has a green face and fangs, which looks scary.

Now it was even more terrifying, torn apart, yet he managed a flattering smile: "Are you this generation's knife seller? Oh hey, please come in, please come in, the Lord of the Underworld sent me to pick you up. The whole underworld has been waiting for you for a long time."

Even Zhao Li behind him felt that there was something wrong with what he said.