Emerging from the cultivation chamber, Jiang Lin's mind was still occupied with the question from earlier.
He subconsciously walked towards the Bridge of Helplessness.
On the Bridge of Helplessness, souls were lining up, moving forward slowly and quietly.
Upon reaching Meng Po's soup cauldron, the souls glanced at the large iron hammer placed beside it and, as if by instinct, picked up a bowl of Meng Po's soup.
They downed it in one gulp.
After drinking, they even showed the bottom of the bowl to Meng Po, ensuring not a single drop remained.
They appeared exceptionally well-behaved and proactive.
For every soul that drank Meng Po's soup, a name was added to Meng Po's work log.
Attached to each name was the memory of that person's current life.
Beside the soup cauldron.
Meng Po, clad in a black robe with white trim, her hair casually tied up.
Her makeup was simple, and her features were delicate.
She was slender, yet her every movement carried a hint of a tough woman.
She sat atop the large iron hammer and glanced at Jiang Lin, who was standing above the Bridge of Helplessness.
"Captain Jiang, is there something you need?"
Jiang Lin snapped back to attention from his thoughts, looking up at the current Meng Po and the large iron hammer beneath her.
Speaking of reincarnation and the memories of past lives, one inevitably thought of Meng Po's soup.
But his situation...
If he were to directly ask Meng Po if there was a flaw in Meng Po's soup.
Putting aside whether he'd be beaten, or if he could win the fight...
Considering that Meng Po's soup had been used for so many years, with such a long history, it was likely even older than his own existence.
Asking such a question might not just offend one or two ghost attendants, but could potentially stir up a whole series of issues.
Jiang Lin had been pondering this question since leaving the cultivation chamber.
Moreover.
If it were truly an issue with Meng Po's soup, it was unlikely that no one would have discovered it over the years.
But if,
Upon reaching the Ghost King realm, one's past reincarnation memories would gradually be restored.
Yet, there were quite a few ghost attendants in the underworld who were at or above the Ghost King realm, but he had never heard anyone mention this matter.
With this thought, Jiang Lin replied calmly, "Nothing, I just came for a stroll, to look around."
Regardless of the reason, Jiang Lin knew that the nail that sticks out gets hammered.
Recovering his memories wasn't a bad thing for him, and there was no need for him to be that nail.
Besides, it was possible he hadn't paid attention to such information before, and he could inquire about it slowly later.
Thinking this way, he genuinely just walked over while lost in thought, intending to look around casually.
Meng Po, who forced the souls to line up obediently with her cold and imposing demeanor: "???"
What did this ghost just say?
She looked at the souls still waiting to drink Meng Po's soup, lining up endlessly behind the Bridge of Helplessness.
Then she looked at Jiang Lin, who calmly said he was "just strolling around."
His expression and tone...
It was as if he were saying: Oh, I'm just window shopping.
Meng Po's mouth slightly agape, she felt a surge of breath stuck in her throat.
"Are you... all very idle recently?"
Jiang Lin nodded, "Work hasn't been as busy lately. I've finished the busy period, and even advanced a realm."
Meng Po: "..."
The large iron hammer beneath Meng Po shifted, as if it had the urge to fly up and strike.
She was aware of the matter concerning the ghost shopkeeper.
However, her position prevented her from moving around freely, so she hadn't participated in the King of Hell's pursuit order at the time.
Now that the ghost shopkeeper incident was over, her souls at the Bridge of Helplessness remained a mountain of souls, an ocean of souls.
At a glance, there was no illusion of them decreasing.
So why had this ghost market come here?
Was he too idle?
Or did he want to see the busy state of the working class and feel better about himself?
...
Meng Po took a deep breath.
Amidst the humming vibration of the iron hammer, she spoke again:
"My mouth is usually very tight. I do things for money. If you have something to ask, ask it quickly. If not, leave quickly."
Jiang Lin: "...You're not even letting me stroll anymore?"
He paused, and before Meng Po could raise her hammer, he added:
"In your time as Meng Po, have you encountered anyone immune to Meng Po's soup?"
The hammer beneath Meng Po suddenly went quiet. She looked up and examined Jiang Lin carefully.
"One thousand Yuan."
"Deal."
In terms of underworld currency, Jiang Lin's purse was quite full at the moment.
Even after purchasing fan benefits a few times, the total amount of rewards he received from the live stream had not been significantly depleted.
After Jiang Lin replied, Meng Po pondered for a moment, "Does the King of Hell count?"
Although she hadn't been Meng Po for long, the King of Hell...
Once, after returning from outside, he seemed thirsty and came over, grabbed the soup cauldron, and drank two large gulps.
After drinking, he wiped his mouth and muttered, "The taste is different..."
Someone who could drink Meng Po's soup like water was probably only the King of Hell, right?
The King of Hell?
This answer was beyond Jiang Lin's expectations.
However...
It seemed reasonable that the King of Hell would be immune to Meng Po's soup?
The power and changes that the King of Hell would possess at his realm were beyond their imagination.
But why would the King of Hell drink Meng Po's soup?
Jiang Lin didn't dwell on it and asked, "What about souls who are immune?"
"Souls?"
Meng Po furrowed her brow, "No, at least not that I've discovered during my tenure."
"However, the possibility you mentioned isn't zero. After all, in this vast world, there are souls with special constitutions, it's not unheard of."
She looked at Jiang Lin meaningfully.
Given the unique nature of her position, the people and things she could come into contact with were bound to be broader.
Besides human souls, there were also other kinds of souls...
"Mm, that's sufficient."
Jiang Lin had gotten his answer and didn't ask further.
Since this possibility existed, perhaps his situation was related to this?
Was it just that this immunity was delayed? Or had it evolved as he grew stronger?
Of course, this was just one speculation.
Jiang Lin would continue to pay attention to related information in the future.
"Ding~ Discount coupon successfully used! Amount payable: 1000 Yuan, actual payment: 800 Yuan."
While his purse was full, he still used the discount coupon.
For people who were used to being poor.
Some might become extravagant after suddenly having money.
But some would control themselves, not spending unnecessarily.
They just liked seeing their purses full.
Jiang Lin probably belonged to the latter category.
Meng Po waved the banknotes in her hand and made a zipping motion across her mouth.
"Feel free to come chat more when you have nothing else to do."
Jiang Lin: "Yes. If you come across any relevant information, keep an eye out for me."
"Naturally!"
Watching Jiang Lin leave, Meng Po's smile faded as she looked at the souls below.
"Who cut in line just now?"
"I... I didn't!"
The soul standing fifth in line before the soup cauldron immediately raised his hand, "Madam Meng Po, it was this one behind me who insisted on swapping, I wasn't trying to cut!"
The soul behind, who was reported, immediately lost his nerve under Meng Po's cold gaze and imposing aura.
"M-M-Madam Meng Po, I didn't mean to cut."
He said weakly, "I just wanted to wait a bit longer."
Meng Po: "...Wait to go with your family?"
Man: "N-no, that can't be. I wanted to wait and see if I could wait for..."
As soon as his voice fell, the man's attire suddenly changed. His previously disheveled appearance transformed into a clean and neat one.
His tattered clothes were replaced by a well-fitting white robe.
The man's face broke into a wide smile, though his eyes became a little moist.
"They found me, they found me, I'm going home!"
Meng Po: "...Quickly return to your original position. Next time someone does this, I'll throw them to the back to re-queue."
"Thank you, thank you, Madam Meng Po!" The man nodded repeatedly.
In the line of souls behind him.
The souls who had intended to follow suit heard this and instinctively looked back.
They saw a long dragon hidden at the end of the road, seemingly without end.
They immediately fell silent.
Some souls even recalled the terror of being dominated by trypophobia.
"..."
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