100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 611 Visiting the Golden Gate

However, every time I go to ask for the potion of forgetfulness, I always have to pay a price.

This time, it's unclear what Meng Po wants her to offer in exchange.

The clock hanging high in the sky ticked away, the sound making her furrow her brow and feel inexplicably agitated.

The waiter pushed the food cart up.

It wasn't all meat; there were also some vegetables, which were specially ordered for Mingjia.

This spot is by the window, offering a view of the moon high in the sky and the twinkling stars around it.

The weather should be nice tomorrow. She looked down at the red string on her wrist and finally sighed softly.

Very well, I'll make the trip for him.

She gently raised her hands, and in an instant, dark green energy soared into the sky. In an instant, the chirping of insects ceased, the clock stopped ticking, and the bustling traffic on the street became static.

In the blink of an eye, she tore open the space station outside Fengdu City.

The wind lifted the hem of her pure white skirt, and the air was filled with more than just the chilling scent of Bai Bujiao.

She possesses the token of the Eastern Ghost Emperor, Shen Tu.

When entering the gates of hell, one will naturally have no obstacles.

Afraid of disturbing someone's sleep, Jin Huan almost completely concealed her presence when she came over.

The human world and this place are two completely different worlds.

Although she froze a space, the underworld remained unaffected.

The ghost messengers respectfully welcomed her in.

Out of respect, gods and demons who enter Fengdu usually refrain from using their supernatural powers there.

Following the direction I remembered, I walked in step by step.

We finally stopped at a bridge intersection.

The fourth volume of the Xuan Shi Zhi records: "After traveling more than ten li, they came to a river, which was only a few feet wide and flowed southwest. Guan asked Xi, who said: 'This is what the locals call the Naihe River, which originates from the underworld.' Guan looked at it and saw that the water was all blood and so foul that it was unbearable to approach."

People say that the Bridge of Helplessness is dangerous, narrow, and slippery, with a blood river teeming with insects and snakes, its waves churning and a foul stench wafting through the air.

In reality, the small bridge is made of white marble, exquisite and beautiful. The Naihe River beneath the bridge is only a little murky, not the bloody and treacherous place one might imagine.

It flowed slowly, heading southwest, ceaselessly. Jin Huan kicked a large pot with his toe.

The old woman in the red and green coat, wearing a black cloak, looked up and met her gaze when she heard the noise.

The other person was also taken aback, after all, the two hadn't seen each other for a long time.

The old woman rose and bowed to Jin Huan, but she had already made up her mind.

"Half a pot."

She asked for the things directly.

Meng Po looked at her and chuckled softly: "As you know, the ingredients for this soup are all in fixed quantities. If you want it to work on a specific person, you need to brew it yourself."

She pursed her lips. Indeed, everyone sheds tears while they are alive: for joy, for sorrow, for pain, for hatred, for worry, for love. Meng Po collected their tears drop by drop and boiled them into a soup.

Each bowl embodies deep emotion and sincerity. If she didn't enter the cycle of reincarnation, how could she obtain her share of the Meng Po soup?

Of course... that's how civilized people act, but she wasn't actually a civilized person.

Jin Huan could easily have forcibly taken someone else's share of the Meng Po soup.

So that no one else gets any soup.

Of course... she did do it, initially.

However, other people's soup is like a counterfeit product; not only is the effect not obvious, but the effect is also too short-lived.

So after that, whenever she felt it was troublesome, she would personally go through that cycle of reincarnation.

But is it really necessary to seal off one's memories and abilities and enter the Mirror of Reincarnation again for Uncle Ming's sake?

The soup was bubbling and bubbling.

The Mirror of Reincarnation reflected a faint light in Meng Po's hand. "My lord, are you going?"