I sold Mengpo soup mixed with water at Naihe Bridge for thousands of years, until King Yama overturned my pot.
He sneered, pinched my chin and drank the poisonous soup: "Madam, do you still remember - which is your husband's favorite way to die?"
I hid the heartbroken grass poison bag and smiled sweetly: "Your Majesty, you admitted the wrong person~"
As a result, he set up a carriage directly at the end of my bridge and supervised me making soup day and night!
Sometimes the soup is too bland, sometimes it forces me to jump into the Forgotten River to get ingredients, and it always creates the phantom of a female ghost in red to scare ghosts in the middle of the night!
In the previous life, I was tortured to the point of breaking my heart and intestines. How dare you force me to drink Meng Po soup in this life?
Great! Look at my thousand-year-old female ghost doing the reverse operation——
Adding ingredients to the soup, stamping random seals on the book of life and death, and even knocking off the tiles of his Yama Palace!
Unexpectedly, he put his hands behind his back and chuckled: "Have you had enough trouble? Now it's the husband's turn to chase his wife."
(Horror, funny, ancient style suspense, the King of Hell with a blunt tongue × the evil-tongued ghost bride, a dramatist, a knife in the past life and sugar in this life, running in both directions to overthrow the underworld~)
