Western Region, Holy Moon God Cult.

Xiao Ba Ku frowned, with a bit of frustration and displeasure on his face.

"Our pot is still too small and can only hold two people. Where should we put the remaining sixteen people?"

Mrs. Meng sneered "hehe", looked at Xiaoba bitterly, and said: "No more..."

Xiaoba was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "No? It's hard for us to meet so many people who are willing to drink our soup. Wouldn't it be a pity if we don't want to?"

Hearing this, Po Meng first smiled, then sighed, and said: "No, Xiaoba Ku. In the future, more and more people will drink our soup like this. So, throwing away one, two, or a dozen now is not a problem."

It doesn’t matter…”

Xiao Ba Ku blinked his big eyes and asked curiously: "Why are there only more and more? Shouldn't it be less and less? Moreover, there have always been very few..."

Meng Po smiled and said: "Xiao Ba Ku, let me ask you, why are we making this Meng Po soup?"

Xiao Ba Ku said solemnly: "People in the world live in misery, so I make soup to help people forget their troubles and escape from the sea of ​​suffering..."

Po Meng nodded and said, "Then do you think people in the world are more miserable? Or are they more happy?"

Xiao Ba Ku lowered his head and meditated for a long time, and then said: "Xiao Ba Ku feels that most people in the world live miserable lives, and few are truly happy. Even if they are, they are just forcing a smile, singing and drinking during the day, and tossing and turning at night, unable to sleep in pain.

…”

Meng Po sighed quietly: "That's why people in the world want to drink our Meng Po soup and are scrambling to be the first..."

Xiao Ba Ku also raised his head and sighed, saying: "Probably the world is too bitter and life is too difficult. Living is inherently difficult. Otherwise, who would be willing to drink this Meng Po soup?"

Meng Po smiled and said: "Yes, people are really sad. When they die, they have to drink the Meng Po soup in the underworld, and they have to drink it even if they don't want to. But when they are alive, they have to drink the Meng Po soup in this world, but they do so willingly.

To drink, most of the time, a living person is worse than a dead person..."

Xiao Ba Ku suddenly shouted loudly: "Ba Ku understands!"

Po Meng smiled, patted Xiao Ba Ku's little head lovingly, and said: "Your name is 'Ba Ku', you should have understood it a long time ago..."

Chu Tianying saw all this, but she didn't move at all, just listened to them quietly.

The leader in black didn't move either, she seemed to have fallen asleep again.

It wasn't until Xiaoba's bitter cry that she opened her drowsy eyes, glanced at Po Meng, and then at Chu Tianying. She finally seemed to understand something, stood up slowly, and walked down the steps.

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Everyone's nerves are tense. Everyone has only heard about this legendary leader of the Holy Moon God Cult, but has never seen it.

Human beings always have an inexplicable fear of the unknown.

When the leader in black walked up to Chu Tianying, Chu Tianying was so nervous that she almost pulled out her sword.

After all, she is still just a child. No matter how mature her mind is, when faced with such a person, even the pressure of momentum is enough to teach her to do some irrational things.

But the leader in black smiled and slowly took off the black gauze on his head and the bamboo hat on his head.

Then, what everyone saw was an old woman who was more than seventy years old, with white hair as white as snow and wrinkles.

The leader in black smiled and gently picked up a lock of white hair on his forehead with his hand. His tone seemed a little sad and said: "Look, I'm old..."

Chu Tianying's hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and finally slowly let go. She breathed out gently and said: "Everyone will grow old. If you don't age, then you are a monster..."

The leader in black looked at the little girl in front of him with some curiosity. Suddenly, his eyes became very sad again, and he said softly: "Am I ugly?"

Chu Tianying shook her head and smiled softly: "It's not ugly..."

The leader in black sighed softly and said with a smile: "Don't lie to me, I often look in the mirror..."

Chu Tianying stopped talking.

The leader in black turned around and walked slowly up the stone steps. As he walked, he said softly: "When I was your age, my favorite thing to do was to look in the mirror. I often put on beautiful dresses.

Putting a wild flower in my hair, chasing butterflies in the vegetable garden, smiling happily, that was the best time in my life, until I met that person..."

Xiaoba Ku stared with a pair of big curious eyes, waiting for the next step.

But Po Meng had lowered her head, unable to bear to listen any more, and a few tears already flashed in her hazy and turbid eyes.

The leader in black continued: "He promised me a lifetime of glory, but he knows that what I want is not the glory he promised me, but him. As long as he is here, even if I follow him to eat bran every day, I will

I was willing to betray everyone for him, but the irony is that he betrayed me in the end..."

The leader in black slowly sat on the stone chair, sighed softly, and stopped talking, as if he had fallen asleep again.

Chu Tianying silently looked at the leader in black, looking at this weather-beaten woman who was already in her old age, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

"Miss, we..."

"Kill her..."

Chu Tianying calmed her expression and said coldly.

"yes!"

The man took bold steps and walked up the stone steps.

When he walked to Po Meng, he stopped and looked at Po Meng.

But Po Meng was just making soup, looking so focused that she didn't seem to see this person at all.

The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked up again.

When he finally walked tremblingly in front of the black-clothed leader, cold sweat had soaked his clothes.

He pulled out the steel knife tremblingly, and said with a trembling voice: "Hey...hey...by order...by Miss...Feng...kill...kill you..."

The leader in black didn't move. She seemed to be really asleep and couldn't hear what others were saying.

"Hey...hey...if you...don't speak...I...I can do it..."

The leader in black closed her eyes and still didn't move. It seemed that she was sleeping soundly.

The man plucked up the courage and gently touched the black-clothed leader with the tip of his knife.

The black-clothed leader neither hid nor moved, nor did he wake up.

The man was startled and hurriedly stretched out his hand and put it under the black-clothed leader's nose to test his breath.

This attempt didn't matter, but it scared him so much that he almost sat on the ground.

The man turned around blankly, looked at Chu Tianying, his eyes were frightened, his words were incoherent, and he said:
Chapter completed!