"Then when will you leave...uh, I mean, when will I wake up..."

"How will I know when you wake up?"

Po Meng had a question mark on her face, as if you were kidding me: "Don't you just lie down on the bed to sleep by yourself?"

"Ah, is there a possibility..."

Hei Yang whispered: "I actually fainted?"

"Wait a minute, let me see..."

Po Meng blinked her cloudy eyes and looked Hei Yang up and down: "Tsk, tsk, good boy, you don't drink grandma's soup, but you dare to drink that thing?"

"Ah, this, isn't this, the situation is different!"

Hei Yang scratched his head: "Think about it, she cooks with all her energy, and no one dares to eat it, it always seems a little bad...

But when I wake up, I must teach her how to cook. I really can’t imagine why cooking can be done like this!"

"Well...how should I put it...the heat is low..."

Po Meng said casually: "The pot is not very good. She can't let go, so it naturally becomes like this."

"Let go?!"

Heiyang's pupils were shaking: "She is almost sent to your place to try her best, and you still ask her to let go of her hands and feet?"

"Tsk, grandma, I'll just say it casually, and you just listen casually."

Po Meng blinked and smiled cheerfully: "I think it will take you three or four hours to wake up. Do you want to go somewhere else with grandma to have some fun?"

"Where to go?"

"Naihe Bridge."

After Meng Po finished speaking, Hei Yang fell into a trance. A dark wind howled in his ears, and he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of him.

Zhen Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, Meng Poting, Huangquan Road...

At the entrance of the bridge, there are many ghosts and shadows, and countless dead souls are either numb or excited, and are urged to move forward towards the bridge.

In the pavilion at the entrance of the bridge, an old lady with a kind face was serving bowls of soup, letting the souls with different expressions drink them, and they turned into the same confused faces. The previous joys, sorrows and joys could no longer be remembered.

Clear.

"Hiss..."

Hei Yang couldn't help but shuddered: "I really forgot everything!"

"How about it? Do you feel nostalgic when you revisit your old place?"

"It's a bit..."

Hei Yang looked helplessly at Po Meng who was smiling evilly. The figure in the pavilion was probably her true self: "My legs feel a little weak."

"Come closer and take a look."

After Meng Po finished speaking, the scene in front of Hei Yang changed again, but he found that he had actually appeared in Meng Po Pavilion. The old lady serving soup beside was too busy to look back, and stretched out her hand to hand over a big spoon: "Anyway, you

There are still three or four hours until I wake up, so come over and help grandma do some work."
Chapter completed!