Volume 2: The Great Tribulation of the Lich Chapter 183: Cooking Soup
In the dreamland, a small house appeared, with wisps of green smoke rising above the house.
“Gugugugu~~”
A big pot was placed in front of the house. At the bottom of the pot, the yin and yang energies turned into charcoal fire; in the pot, there was soup condensed from the meaning of life and death.
Yang fire is as white as silk, Yin fire is as black as ink; the fire is black and white, and the soup is also black and white. The milky white represents all living things, and the pitch black represents endless death. The Yin and Yang fires burn the water of life and death, burning the bottom of the pot red and making gurgling sounds.
Mingyu squatted in front of the pot, his forehead sometimes covered with cold sweat and sometimes with hot sweat, and his Taoist robe was soaked with sweat.
He held a fan in his hand and fanned the pot vigorously. Every time he fanned three times, Mingyu had to add a bowl of life and death water to the pot; after fanning three more times, he had to add a handful of yin and yang charcoal to the bottom of the pot .
You Meng was happily busy in front of the pot, her silver hair dancing in the breeze, her hands flying, her clothes fluttering, and she poured all kinds of strange ingredients into the pot:
Three-legged frogs, spiders with ghost eyes, crazy wriggling bugs, a spoonful of fishy sludge, bloodshot eyes...
Mingyu's eyes twitched as she was lighting the fire and adding water. She wiped the sweat off her head and muttered quietly, "Sister Meng, if we put these in, will the soup still be drinkable?"
“Of course you can drink it!”
Youmeng's eyebrows raised, and she did not correct Mingyu's mistake in addressing her. Instead, she slightly raised her smooth chin, as if she was quite confident about making the soup.
After that, she added more ingredients to the pot: a black fish with red bumps all over its body, a half-rotten mouse, and burnt leaves...
With the addition of these ingredients, the soup in the pot actually began to emit bursts of fragrance. Just by smelling the odor, Mingyu felt itchy and numb all over, as if there were millions of ants crawling under her skin.
"Sister Meng, did you put the wrong ingredients? The aroma of this soup doesn't smell right compared to the previous ones!"
Mingyu felt extremely itchy all over, and veins bulged on her hands that were holding the fan and the bowl. Finally, she used the Three Lives Stone to suppress the itchiness.
You Meng sniffed lightly, and then her expression changed. It was obvious that she also felt that there was something wrong with the soup, but she said forcefully, "What do you know? I haven't put in all the ingredients yet!"
Then Mingyu saw her take out a jade slip, stare at it for a few seconds, and then continue to add ingredients to the pot: a talking crow, an octopus with densely packed eyeballs...
After adding these, the aroma of the soup finally changed.
It just turned into a stink...
Mingyu dry-heaved twice, pinched her nose, and fanned herself hard to blow the stench away into the sea of flowers.
"Ah, help, it stinks, it stinks..."
"Ugh~ Grandma is making stinky soup again, help, help..."
"Go away, go away, I'm dying, I'm dying..."
In the sea of flowers, the strange flowers with sharp teeth screamed, pulled themselves up by the roots, and ran away.
"You are so disloyal. What are we going to do if you leave?"
"Why haven't these three guys woken up yet? They're crushing me to death, and they're stinking me to death..."
The flower that was pinned down by Zhen Yuanzi and the other two was now on the verge of death, suffering both physical and mental torture.
"Shut up!" You Meng bit her silver teeth lightly, feeling a little ashamed and angry, and her beautiful face flushed slightly.
She looked at Mingyu, who quickly lowered her head, still fanning herself and adding water and fire very skillfully.
"snort!"
You Meng snorted coldly, crushed the jade slip in his hand, took out another jade slip, and looked at it carefully.
Mingyu took a sneak peek and saw two incomprehensible symbols written on it, but judging from the Taoist rhyme revealed on it, he thought it should be the words "get into the pot".
You Meng stared at the two words "put in the pot", and there was a look of confusion in her beautiful eyes, as if she didn't understand the meaning of the two words she had written before.
Mingyu blinked and felt like laughing.
"What are you looking at? Do you understand what it means?" You Meng put away the jade slip and glared at Mingyu who was laughing secretly with her big eyes. There was an inexplicable fire burning in her heart.
Mingyu shrank her neck and reminded her in a low voice: "Sister Meng, do you mean to throw the jade slip into the pot?"
You Meng's eyes lit up, and she took out the jade slip and looked at it for a moment. She seemed to have figured it out, so she decisively threw it into the pot.
The jade slip was put into the pot, the soup began to bubble, and then the foul smell disappeared, and a fresh fragrance wafted out of the pot.
Youmeng was in a good mood. She patted Mingyu's shoulder, kneaded it hard, and said, "Not bad, you are quite smart."
"No, no, Sister Meng will remember it even if I don't tell you." Mingyu's face was distorted and her bones seemed to be crushed.
"Smooth talk!"
Youmeng couldn't stop smiling. She took her hands off Mingyu's shoulders and started to scold Mingyu.
Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to stop adding water, adding fire and fanning the room, which made Youmeng quite satisfied.
While Youmeng was happy, Mingyu asked, "Sister Meng, are you the Lord of the Netherworld?"
"I thought so, but it's not the case!" You Meng glanced at the small stone on Mingyu's wrist and said with emotion.
"If you had brought the Three Lives Stone with you a few years earlier, I would have dared to fight for the position of the Lord of the Netherworld. Unfortunately, you came too late~~"
She stared at Mingyu without blinking, with a hint of regret, resentment and helplessness in her eyes. Perhaps this was her fate.
Mingyu remained calm and asked, "So which ghost ancestor is the current Lord of the Netherworld?"
"Ghost Ancestor? Who the hell is he? How dare he deserve it!" You Meng sneered, her words full of disdain for Ghost Ancestor.
After hearing her say this, Mingyu felt as if the heavy weight on her heart was lifted by half.
At least Youmeng and Guizu should not be on the same side.
"So the Netherworld is ownerless now?" Mingyu was very curious. He thought that the Netherworld came into being after Houtu's reincarnation, but he didn't expect that the Netherworld existed before Houtu, and it seemed that the underworld was quite complicated.
"That's true. Why, do you have any ideas about the Netherworld?" You Meng said with a half-smile.
She threw another red spider lily into the pot and waited for a while. Seeing that there was no change in the soup, she plucked three strands of Mingyu's hair and threw them into the pot.
Then, the soup began to boil, and the clear white water of life and death turned pitch black in the blink of an eye, and even the curling green smoke was dyed into billowing black smoke.
Black smoke billowed up and soon permeated this dreamlike world. The pure sky was smoked into a dirty black cloth.
The soup, which had originally changed from a foul smell to a fragrant smell, changed again, becoming even more smelly, so smelly that Youmeng herself couldn't open her eyes.
“Gugugugu…”
The soup in the pot was boiling violently and the pot was shaking, and it looked like it was about to explode!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mingyu quickly dodged and hid in the void.
"Bang~~"
The cauldron exploded, juice splashed everywhere, and the stench was overwhelming.
"You spoiled my soup!"
You Meng was full of murderous intent.
