Chapter 291 Hall

Huangfu Yuran found that he had been seen through. He blinked his eyes and smiled awkwardly and hugged Meng Po and said, "Hello, mother-in-law!"

While watching Huang Quan treat Huangfu Yuran so politely, Meng Po dared not accept Huangfu Yuran's courtesy. He reached out and pulled Huangfu Yuran up and said, "Young man, don't be too polite. According to the saying, Heqiao will drink the soup cooked by the old lady. Since Xianchang said so, there is no need to drink it.

Huangfu Yuran smiled and thought that there was a * that was easy to do, and such an important thing was solved in one sentence. Huangfu Yuran smiled and said, "Then thank you, mother-in-law."

"No, no, you should thank Xianchang!" Meng Po still dares not make contributions. In front of Huang Quan, he still needs to be quite cautious.

Huangfu Yuran waved his hand and said indifferently, "Why are you so polite with him? I won't thank him, and he doesn't need my thanks! Am I right? Brother!"

Huang Quan took a white look at Huangfu Yuran and sighed and said, "Whatever you say, you have never respected me!"

Huangfu Yuran knew that Huang Quan would not care about himself, so he was relieved. When he said that, he was still worried about what Huang Quan would do if he turned against him.

Huangfu Yuran bypassed Meng Po and walked to the steaming cauldron. Before he got there, he smelled a seductive fragrance, but there seemed to be something unclear in the fragrance. Huangfu Yuran shrugged his nose, bent down to take a deep breath and said, "Well, it smells so good! Mother-in-law, to be honest, the soup you cooked is really mouth-watering, and I can't help but want to taste it. If it hadn't been for the loss of memory, I would have drunk three bowls!"

Meng Po did not know whether she was happy or worried after listening to Huangfu Yuran's words. For thousands of years, Meng Po has been guarding the soul of this pot of soup. But no one has ever said a word to Meng Po, let alone a comment on this soup. As for the taste of this soup, Meng Po doesn't know, because Pluto's three orders and five Shen Meng Po and other shadows are not allowed to drink Meng Po soup.

Once, a dark handsome man heard from nowhere that Meng Po soup could improve his cultivation, and he couldn't help but drink up a whole pot of Meng Po soup. As a result, the underworld has been unable to receive new souls for several days, and there is chaos outside. Therefore, Pluto issued a decree that people in the underworld are not allowed to drink Meng Po soup!

Now Huangfu Yuran compliments so much that his soup is delicious, and Meng Po really doesn't know how to answer. After all, Huangfu Yuran didn't drink Meng Po soup. Even if he said so, he just smelled it.

Meng Po smiled, and the wrinkles on her face were all stretched out, and she didn't look so vicissitudes. Meng Po walked to Huangfu Yuran with a bowl of Meng Po soup and said with a smile, "Although this soup is delicious, no one is lucky enough to taste it. Young man, what you said made my mother-in-law happy, but my mother-in-law won't let you drink this bowl of soup. You have your own things to do.

At this time, Huang Quan no longer knew where to go and came back. After coming back, he patted Huangfu Yuran and said, "Let's go. There are still many interesting things waiting for you ahead!" Pluto already knows that you are here, and he is still waiting for you!"

Huangfu Yuran nodded and said, "You are more familiar here than me. You lead the way!"

Huang Quan glanced at Huangfu Yuran and immediately turned his back to the Nahe Bridge. Huangfu Yuran looked back at the bridge, gently shook his head and followed Huangquan. What was waiting on the road ahead, but Huangfu Yuran still knew nothing about it.

Meng Po, who stood at the head of the bridge, held the soup in her hand, looked at Huang Quan and Huangfu Yuran's back, and said faintly, "What's going on recently? Is the world going crazy? First Pluto, then Bai Ze, now even the Demon Lord... How can I feel that the soup cooked by my old lady is of little use!" After saying that, he sighed a long sigh.

Huang Quan rushed all the way with Huangfu Yuran, and soon saw a majestic hall standing suddenly in a desolation. Looking up, I saw an angry and wide-eyed devil's head hanging above the door of the tall palace. From afar, the whole hall is like a monster that chooses people and eats people, waiting for someone to enter its mouth.

When I approached, I couldn't see the whole hall clearly. Huangfu Yuran looked up and saw a huge plaque hanging in the middle, with three big characters of Yanluo Hall. There is also a couplet on the door, with the words "The gods of the three worlds looking back" on the left, the six paths of all sentient beings on the right, and the reincarnation of life and death written horizontally in the middle!

Huangfu Yuran read faintly: "When the gods of the three worlds look back, the six sentient beings must go through... the reincarnation of life and death... What a domineering couplet, such a rampant tone. If I guess correctly, this should be Pluto's handwriting, right?"

Huang Quan followed Huangfu Yuran and nodded and said, "Yes, who but him will be bored to this extent!" All right, don't sigh here, go in by yourself!"

Huangfu Yuran was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at Huang Quan curiously and asked, "What do you mean? Do you let me in by myself? Didn't you say you wanted to help me?"

Huang Quan waved his hand and said, "I want to help you well, but not now. The current situation is that the king of hell is going to die, and it's not Pluto's turn to come out, so I don't need to go out yet. You still have to go through these things yourself, otherwise you will never know that death is so troublesome. Don't worry, I will naturally appear when it's time to go out.

Huangfu Yuran nodded a little blankly. To be honest, he didn't understand Huang Quan's words very well. All he knew was that Huang Quan would not follow him into the Yanluo Hall. Huang Quan disappeared when he finished speaking, but Huangfu Yuran could feel that Huang Quan had not left too far and had been following him.

Huangfu Yuran stepped on the steps with his scalp hard, and the creaking sound at his feet made his scalp numb. Above the steps is a thick purple-black gate, which is closed at this time. Huangfu Yuran stretched out his hand to push the door open. Before his hand touched the door, the door slowly opened with a roar.

The moment the door opened, all the scenes in the door came into view. The whole hall was quiet and afraid of people, and there was no movement at all, and there was a blue-gray fog on the ground. The whole hall is caged in purple and blue gray, but there is no moving person or ghost.

Huangfu Yuran frowned and raised his feet into the hall. When Huangfu Yuran stood in the hall, the heavy door behind him automatically closed. The roar of closing the door is even more heart-brating in this silent hall, like a completely closed space.

Huangfu Yuran walked in the hall with a frown and looked up at all the arrangements around him. But after entering the door, there was a narrow path in the middle, and the two sides were covered with fierce spirits, one by one was powerful and powerful, and their faces were extremely fierce. They waited for their copper-like eyes one by one, and all kinds of weapons in their hands emitted cold light.

At the end of the road, there is a small table full of bamboo and silk copywriting. Behind the table sat a man in a red official robe and a black gauze hat. This person is the king of Yanluo, the master of the hall.

Although the king of hell also has a fierce face, he is much kinder than those ghosts standing on both sides. In the place near the left of the king of Yanluo, there was a man in an official robe and a brush writing hard. I think it was Judge Lu who was in charge of the book of life and death.

Just since Huangfu Yuran came in, these people have not moved. At first glance, anyone will feel that these are just statues. Huangfu Yuran had this idea at this time, so he put down his hanging heart and slowly walked to look at a statue, pointing out from time to time.

After about a cup of tea, Huangfu Yuran felt wrong, because no matter where Huangfu Yuran went to that position, all the eyes of the "statue" were staring at Huangfu Yuran. Huangfu Yuran stopped and turned his eyes, gently took a small step back, and took a few more steps forward to make sure that the eyes of the "statues" were also moving with his movements.

Huangfu Yuran only felt a cool breeze passing through his back, and his heart suddenly raised his throat. He shrank his neck and slowly turned around to approach the heavy gate.

Just as Huangfu Yuran was about to walk to the gate, a majestic voice came from behind him: "Since you are here, why are you in a hurry to leave?" Besides, this is the Yanluo Hall. Do you want to come and leave?

Huangfu Yuran turned around, but couldn't see who was talking. It seemed that everyone kept their original posture unchanged, and it seemed that there was a little change. Huangfu Yuran knew that it was impossible to leave, so he came back and stood there with his head up.

Huangfu Yuran did not expect the fierce gods in the hall. The king of the underage sitting behind the middle table moved his body, raised his finger and asked loudly, "Who is going down?"

Huangfu Yuran put his arms in his arms and raised his eyes and glanced at the king of Yanluo, but did not answer the words of the king of Yanluo. He just muttered in a low voice: "You caught me and asked me who I am? Ask knowingly!"

"Hmm?" The king of hell gave a heavy hum, saying that he didn't hear what Huangfu Yuran said, but he didn't want to ask again.

The slightly angry nasal sound of the King of Hell instantly made a kind of general around him move, pointing the weapons at Huangfu Yuran one by one. Judge Lu, sitting not far from the king of hell, pointed to Huangfu Yuran and said strangely, "Lord Hell asked you what you said, just answer obediently! Say, who are you and why did you come here?