Meng Po looked at Wu Chen with a smile, as if she was looking at her own grandson.

Uh, Cang Luo and the black and white impermanent behind him were stunned,

"Strong," (Cang Luo)

"I'll go, admire me." (Hei Wuchang)

"Pull the Five Body," (Bai Wuchang)

"Awesome," (the Yin soldiers)

Meng Po took Wu Chen to the bank of Wangchuan River, and clusters of flowers on the other side swayed in the wind, like a beautiful girl dancing gracefully.

Meng Po let out a light move with her hand, and a whirlpool rose in the center of the red shore flower, stirring the surrounding petals and rotating around the vortex. After a while, a seven-color red shore flower slowly rose in the center of the vortex, making it impeccably beautiful.

The vortex slowly disappeared, and the seven-colored red-shore flower hangs in the air. Meng Po held the palm of her hand and slowly gathered together, condensed into a seven-colored rhombus crystal, quietly standing in the air.

"Little guy, do you like it?" Meng Po looked at the seven-color crystal in the air, turned her head and squinted her eyes and said to Wu Chen.

Wu Chen saliva flowed, wow, how much is this diamond worth, so he hurriedly nodded, "I like it."

"This colorful flower on the other side suddenly appeared a hundred years ago. I don't know how it was formed. After touching it for a long time, I didn't have any eyebrows and eyes, and it was useless to me. It's just that its yin and cold power is too strong, so I'll seal it and send it to you." Meng Po's hand was a little bit from the air, and the colorful crystals passed by like a meteor, falling into Wu Chen's eyebrows.

Wu Chen touched his eyebrows with his hands, and felt a little cooler, "Thank you aunt." He rubbed his hands at Meng Po, "Well, is that still there?"

...

Hei Bai Wuchang and Cang Luo seemed to know that Wu Chen would ask this, and quickly turned around, looking like I didn't know you.

Meng Po was not displeased, but instead replied gently, "Little guy, be content. Although this thing has never been heard of, it must be an extraordinary thing?"

"That's that's it. Xiao Chen, I will treasure it forever." Wu Chen stopped when he saw that it was right, and stood beside Meng Po and praised him violently.

…

"I have never seen such a shameless ghost." Bai Wuchang sighed to the sky, "Let's go, let's go, I feel uncomfortable when I see this kid." Hei Wuchang's black face was like a mo. Hei Bai Wuchang clasped his fists at Cang Luo and Meng Po, said that there was something else to do, and then left.

"Little guy, go and help me serve soup for the ghost ghost. I have something to talk about with my old friend." Meng Po looked at Wu Chen dotingly.

"Haole, aunt," Wu Chen strode towards the bridge.

"Ahem, old friend, I'm a little curious about why I treat a person I just met like this." Cang Luo came to Meng Po and looked at Wu Chen's back, puzzled.

"That little guy is destined to be with me. Looking at him is like looking at his own grandson. What's wrong with giving some gifts?" Meng Po asked back.

It's over, I won't be brainwashed, right? This kid is so charming? Why don't I know, Cang Luo muttered to himself.

"Ahem, of course, of course, by the way, old friend, we have to leave here and we still need your help."

"Oh, so fast? Don't you stay for a while?" Meng Po tried to stay, seemingly reluctant to leave.

Cang Luo touched his beard and was about to answer, but he heard Meng Po mu whisper, "I still feel reluctant to part with that little guy?"

Kah...I thought it was because of my old friend that I tried to keep, but I didn't expect it to be for that little slut. Could it be that Meng Po was really brainwashed? Cang Luo looked embarrassed and just wanted to say something but forgot.

Wu Chen came to the bridge, held a spoon, looked at the ghost lined up, looked proud, looked at the thin lonely soul beside him, shook his hand, "Fifty-money a bowl."

What, the originally confused ghost woke up instantly, "Why haven't I heard of this rule?"

"Hmph, I haven't heard of it before, so I will collect this number here today." Wu Chen said slowly.

"Uh, boss, I'm a ghost? How could I have money?"

Uh, Wu Chen was stunned, yes, why did you forget this? Such a good opportunity to make money is useless. Wu Chen felt a chill in his heart.

"Boss, let me drink Mengpo soup. My past life was so painful. Let me finish drinking it and go reincarnate as soon as possible." The thin ghost begged.

"Forget it, who made me so kind?" Wu Chen scooped a bowl of soup from the pot and handed it to the ghost.

"Wait...I...I'll take a look at the situation at home again!" The little ghost hesitated for a moment, seemed a little reluctant, and took a few steps back to Wangxiangtai.

Wu Chen put down the bowl in his hand and followed curiously. He saw the little ghost standing on the stage, and the space in front of him swung, and a picture appeared.

An old woman cried bitterly in the dark coffin while a woman beside her was supporting the old man, saying something but couldn't hear it.

"Mom, the child is unfilial and cannot support you." The little devil knelt on the stage, covered his face and cried bitterly.

Alas, when Wu Chen saw this scene, he felt a little sad. He had been abandoned since he was a child, and he didn't know what his parents are now? "By the way, the Three Lives Stone." Wu Chen suddenly thought of something and hurried to the Three Lives Stone.

The Three Lives Stone records your past and present lives.

Wu Chen stood beside the Three Lives Stone and suddenly hesitated a little, should he see what his biological parents look like? Why did he abandon himself?

Closed his eyes and gritted his teeth slightly, Wu Chen reached out to press the Three Live Stone.

I saw ripples appearing on the Three Lives Stone like the water surface. Wu Chen opened his complicated eyes and stared at the Three Lives Stone.

With the view of turning the news, the picture appeared on the Three Lives Stone.

"Damn, what's this thing? It's not fake, right?" Wu Chen was stunned and patted the Three Lives Stone.

But no matter how he slapped it, the Three Lives Stone was like a mirror, and what appeared inside was the scene of Wu Chen slapping it.

"I'll just go, what's going on?" Wu Chen's mind went blank.

"Brother, am I going to do it?" When Wu Chen was in a state of confusion, the voice of a little ghost came from behind.

Oh, Wu Chen shook his head, came to the little ghost, and handed it to him with the bowl on the stone table.

"In the next life, I will be your son." The little ghost raised his head and drank Mengpo soup in one gulp, and then left in a daze.

Wu Chen looked at this scene and felt mixed feelings. He walked to Wangxiangtai. Since he didn't know his life experience, he would see how his sister was doing there.

Standing on the Wangxiang platform, the picture appears.

"Hey, why is it her!"

In the picture, in the dilapidated hut, a beautiful woman sat on the head of the bed, holding a bowl, scooped out the potion from the bowl spoon by spoon, blew it next to the cherry mouth, and handed it to the little girl with a pale face lying on the bed.

Alas, Wu Chen retreated from Wangxiangtai, "Forget it, I forgive her." The woman in the picture is Li Yanling, and the little girl is Wu Chen's sister.

Back at the stone table, Wu Chen scooped soup for the ghosts one by one, and also watched the ghosts standing nostalgic on the Wangxiangtai platform. His heart seemed to be touched by something, subtle and unspeakable.

After a while, only a ghost was left. Wu Chen put a bowl of soup and looked up and handed it to the figure in front of him, but he was so scared that he almost threw the bowl away.

I saw a classical woman with long hair with red clothes in front of Wu Chen, with her shoulders as thin as her waist, and her waist was not full. She had a beautiful face and looked straight at Wu Chen.

If this were the case, it would not be scared Wu Chen. Moreover, several rusty iron chains penetrated his limbs and dragged them to the ground, which was particularly terrifying.

"Young master, come and have a bowl of soup."

The sound was as if it came from the sky, which was particularly ethereal, but Wu Chen felt goosebumps all over his body.

He quickly handed her the bowl, but the woman drank it in one sip.

"Hehe, young master, are there any more?" said the classical woman.

Gudong, Wu Chen swallowed, and quickly served another bowl and handed it to him.

"Is there any more? Young Master?"

…

… “What else?”

"My mother, I won't play anymore. This is the eighth bowl!" Wu Chen was shocked, threw the bowl in his hand, turned around and ran towards the bank of the Wangchuan River.

"Young master, I'm so lonely?" The woman's slender hands stroked her hair, and a delicate voice came.

Wu Chen's heart was actually rippling, as if he was willing to do whatever the woman in front of him asked him to do at this moment.
Chapter completed!