After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"No!" The old woman's voice sank.

"It's okay, I have it." Qin He grinned, put down the soup bowl, reached into his armpit, rummaged left and right, up and down, and took out a handful of green.

It’s actually... coriander!

Coriander, also known as cilantro.

When the spring is still cold, there are dozens of them in the wild, but no one eats them, which makes the Qin River beautiful.

Old woman:"……"

Then, Qin He not only took out coriander, but also a knife, a mortar, a chopping board, as well as salt, pepper, onions, ginger, garlic, and Sichuan peppercorns.

Don’t ask why Qin He’s soul can still take things from the space under his armpit. This is the magic of space.

The "meritorious soul body" forged from a vast amount of merit has reached the seventh grade and has long since reached the realm of transcending emptiness and moving towards reality.

Given time, when the soul condenses into a shadow, even if the physical body is abandoned, it will become a land immortal.

The old woman was stunned, and an expression of disbelief and horror flashed across the old man's face.

Even the black hall in the distance was in commotion.

Qin He took his time, chopped the cilantro, crushed the green onions, ginger, garlic, and peppercorns, and added them one at a time in that order. Finally, he added some salt, poured himself another bowl of soup, took a sip, and nodded in satisfaction. He said to the old woman, "This soup has to be cooked this way to be delicious. Your cooking skills haven't kept up with the times."

After saying that, he drank three big bowls in one breath.

After that, he wiped his mouth, picked up a new bowl, filled it up, and placed it in front of the old woman, saying, "Let's drink together. You're welcome."

The old woman shuddered, and looked at the soup with green fragments floating in the pot. Her eyes were full of doubt, wondering if the soup had lost its effect.

Drinking Meng Po soup will make you forget your entire life. All the love, hate, greed, anger, stupidity and madness will turn into smoke and disappear.

However, in front of this ghost, it had no effect at all.

"What? You don't intend to give me face?" Qin He narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura shot out of his eyes.

The old woman's face trembled, and with trembling hands she picked up the Meng Po soup in front of her and took a sip.

At this moment, the host and the guest seemed to have switched places. Qin He became the one making the soup, and the old woman became the reincarnated soul.

"How does it taste?"

Qin He asked hopefully, his expression like a chef asking diners how the food is.

The old woman nodded blankly. The flavor of the flavored Mengpo soup was naturally different.

"That's right. From now on, we'll make soup like this." Qin He smiled, snapped his fingers, and performed the Mantra.

Then he asked casually, "Are you really Meng Po?"

The old woman suddenly felt her mouth lose control, her face froze as she blurted out the truth: "I am Meng Jiang, a Class D Yin Messenger from the Guangqian Hall of Mengpo Si."

As soon as the words came out, Qin He laughed, and the old woman covered her mouth with her hands, her face full of horror.

Inside the black hall, the expressions of all the civil and military Yin gods changed drastically.

The white-robed judge slammed the gavel and shouted angrily, "Qin He, you humiliate the underworld officials and despise the cycle of reincarnation. Considering this is your first offense, I will let it go. If you still persist in your wrongdoing, don't blame me, the underworld, for being merciless!"

Qin He turned his head to look at the black hall and grinned: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll be there soon."

Qin He put down the bowl and continued walking forward, his pace still neither fast nor slow.

The old woman watched Qin He go away. The fat and wrinkles on his face slowly disappeared and smoothed out. His face became smooth and he looked like a yellow-faced young man.

It hesitated for a moment, and its figure slowly faded and disappeared without a trace.

Along with it, the big pot and stove also disappeared.

On the other side of the Forgotten River, there were still bright red flowers, and the fire illuminated the underworld path, extending all the way to the black hall.

After a long leisurely stroll, Qin He finally stepped into the hall.

The moment he stepped into the hall.

With a loud "boom", the black palace door fell down.