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Chapter 151 It’s Not Easy to Be a Ghost Messenger in the Underworld (12)

Not long after running outside, the little dumpling saw a red figure not far away and instantly became happy.

"Nannan, why did you leave Huohuo and run away? Huohuo was bullied by the ugly ghost, oooh~" The little guy wiped his tears, waiting for comfort from the person in front of him as usual.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of me seemed to hear nothing. He just sat there sadly with a gloomy look on his face.

The little girl was stunned and scratched her head in confusion. She was about to jump into the man's arms when she was interrupted by a voice.

"Huohuo, sit next to me." The man's voice was a little hoarse, very attractive.

The little girl was sitting next to him, "Nannan, are you crying? Shame on you, Nannan, you're already so old, and you're still crying~"

"It's just that the dust just now splashed into your eyes. Did she...say anything to you?" The man's voice seemed to have a hint of expectation.

"Yes! She... Ugly Ghost said Huo Huo was losing hair! Woohoo! Nan Nan bullied me!" Little Dumpling shook his head in pain as if he was recalling something.

The man stiffened slightly, his face turned pale for a moment, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

His eyes were struggling, as if touching deep memories.

"Nannan, when are we going back? Huohuo doesn't want to stay here, it's so shabby here~" the little dumpling said coquettishly in dissatisfaction.

The man stood up, his white hair fluttering.

"Wait a little longer...it won't be long. This time, I want to watch her with my own eyes, being destroyed step by step in my hands..." The man raised his lips slightly, his voice lazy and firm, as if the sadness just now was just a passing cloud.

Under the moonlight, the man with red eyes and red clothes looked like a burning flame.

The jet-white hair casually draped over the shoulders, the eyebrows were painted like spring mountains, and they were even more beautiful after frost. There was a fiery red spot between the eyebrows, which made him even more enchanting.

Her facial features are extremely enchanting and refreshing like rain, she is extremely beautiful and handsome.

It's just too gloomy and lonely, surrounded by hostility and a bit of evil spirit, like a demon from hell...

The little girl looked at the violent man in front of her, trembling slightly, and followed him swaying her body.

......

Hell.

Yan Luo reviewed the memorial in his hand, his handsome brows slightly frowned.

"Your Highness, we have checked what you wanted to check. Hades has been in the Rakshasa Palace and has not left. Your Highness does not need to worry." said the man in white.

Yan Luo played the chapter together and raised his eyes slightly: "That's good."

The man in white paused: "Your Highness, why are you investigating Hades? But... do you have any doubts?"

Yan Luo sighed: "Maybe, but now it seems that it is not him."

"Your Highness, you are really worrying too much. Hades has not shown up for hundreds of years. Besides, why would he make things difficult for a small ghost messenger?" The man in white laughed.

"I'm overthinking it. His soul is still recovering and he certainly doesn't have the leisure time to do that." Yan Luo said with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"It's been so long...it's time for him to come out for a walk." The man in white sighed and said with some emotion.

"If he comes out...the world will probably be in chaos." Yan Luo pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly.

The man in white was slightly stunned and a little confused: "Is Hades scary?"

Yan Luo snorted coldly, "Terrible? The word terrible doesn't even suit him. Because of him, the underworld was almost destroyed... Never mind, this is not something you should know, you can go down first."

"Yes."

The man in white left, and the hall was filled with white mist again.

But this time, the man in purple did not leave, but sat there.

His eyes were complicated and his fingers moved slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

......

On the Naihe Bridge.

The woman sat alone on the bridge, looking into the distance in a daze.

"Hello, young lady. May I ask...is this the Naihe Bridge?" A clear and gentle voice sounded, interrupting the woman's thoughts.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Meng Nianchan saw an extremely familiar face. Her whole body froze and her heart was instantly filled with bitterness.

Obviously...twenty years is not a long time.

But when she saw it again...she was still at a loss.

The man had a pair of starry eyes and his skin was a little rough.

Black straight hair, slanted and handsome eyebrows, thin and slightly pursed lips, angular features, handsome and unrestrained, tough and arrogant.

"Yes." Meng Nianchan calmed herself down and hid the sadness in her eyes.

"I didn't know Meng Po was a girl. I'd better not bother you anymore. Please give me a bowl of Meng Po soup, and I'll be on my way." The man smiled lightly, his expression bright.

"Did General Shan win the battle?" The woman pursed her lips, lowered her eyes slightly, and moved her hands very slowly.

The man was slightly surprised: "How do you know... Oh, right, look at my poor memory, you must know it."

"Isn't it? We won the battle. Fortunately, I don't have a wife and children, otherwise I would be reluctant to leave like this." The man sighed softly, with a smile in his eyes.

"Really?" Meng Nianchan curled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing an unnatural smile.

"This Meng Po soup...can it really make me forget everything?" the man said softly.

"Yes." Finally, after the soup was served, Meng Nianchan picked up the bowl and moved slowly.

"If you drink it, will you forget it?" The man seemed very curious and asked with a smile.

Meng Nianchan paused for a moment, a little speechless: "This soup...is useless to me."

The man froze for a moment, then smiled softly, "Then...think more about happy things. You have a long life...don't spend it in sadness."

"Shan Yu, thank you." The woman laughed softly, with a gleam in her eyes.

Every time, you say this...Let me think of something happy.

But I am happy to have you, and sad...I have you too.

The man waved his hand nonchalantly: "No, you should be having a harder time. It's getting late, I'll drink so I can get going."

The man said this, trying to reach out and take the bowl.

Unexpectedly, the woman's hand trembled, and the bowl and the soup spilled onto the ground, and the soup disappeared in an instant.

"Sorry, I thought you had it steady..." The man took a step back, his face full of apology.

"It's okay. There are plenty of bowls and soup here." Meng Nianchan raised the corners of her mouth slightly and filled the soup again.

"Shan Yu, do you have a girl you like?" the woman asked softly, with some sadness in her eyes.

The man shook his head: "I have dedicated my life to the battlefield. How can I have a favorite girl? Do you chat with everyone who comes here?"

"will not."

The man was stunned, his eyes trembling slightly: "Then...then I am an exception?"

"No. It's just that the soup is spilled, so I talked to you more." The woman lowered her eyes slightly, concentrating on the movements of her hands.

"Is it okay this time? Then I'll drink it. See you in the next life...if we're lucky." The man took the bowl and said with a smile.

When it was almost at her lips, Meng Nianchan moved her fingers slightly.

The next second, the bowl slipped to the ground again and the soup quickly dissipated.

"I...this..." The man was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and looked at Meng Nianchan in confusion.

"It doesn't matter. There are plenty of bowls here." The woman withdrew her hand, took out a new bowl, and repeated the action.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Meng Nianchan saw the undead following behind her, and her fingers stiffened slightly.

"This time...you have to hold it carefully." The woman's voice was a little hoarse, as if she was complaining, or as if she was reluctant.

The man was careless and didn't pay attention, so he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"In that case, I will not bother you any more."

The man leaned over, saluted, and walked towards the other end of the bridge.

After a moment, the woman looked at the golden mark that appeared on her palm and her eyes became wet.

'Ling State's Great General - Shan Yu.'

Shan Yu, in this life...it turns out you are a general.

Shan Yu, actually the bowls here are...very solid.

Shan Yu, this is the 30th time you've passed by me.