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It was originally just a joke, and Li Xin had said it offhand. At this moment, seeing that everyone was convinced by Chang Yu's statement, he jokingly remarked that currency between the living and the dead did not circulate, especially items like gold and silver. Just as he was spitting out words, someone from the bridge chimed in.
"Is that little ghost who just entered the underworld talking nonsense? Have you been here before? As for whether things circulate or not, it depends on what they are before we can decide if we will accept them! If it's gold and silver, we can still consider it!"
If one had any sense, they would have confirmed that there were no outsiders around just moments ago. Suddenly hearing a voice with a distinct tone startled everyone who had been joking around. When they turned to look in the direction of the voice, they couldn't help but gasp.
At the bridge's edge stood a white-haired old woman, smiling and seemingly waving at them. In front of her was a steaming large wooden tub with several wooden spoons tossed inside. One spoon was held in her wrinkled hand, filled with hot soup.
Granny Meng!
For Brother and his companions, who were filled with remnants of feudal thoughts, it was only natural to think that the suddenly appearing old woman was the one holding Meng Po Soup. Moreover, all of the young men were skilled martial artists; in such a quiet environment, it was impossible not to notice someone appearing.
Under what circumstances could she appear without making a sound? The reasoning was obvious! Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but be astonished. Outside was a scorching summer day, yet here everything resembled winter. This proved that there were no seasonal cycles in this place. If that were true, could it be that they had truly arrived in the Underworld?
If a young man appeared across from them holding a weapon and ready to shoot an arrow from his bowstring, they would have already made their move. But now an old woman appeared; there was no way they could shoot an arrow at her. Li Xin simply lowered his bow and explained loudly, "We are soldiers of the Qin Army. We came here only to find a friend. Once we find him, we will leave immediately and will not disturb you again!"
Whether or not they disturbed anyone seemed irrelevant. Granny Meng's gaze was sharp as she counted the number of people opposite her while muttering to herself. "Ox-Head and Horse-Face said they would send twelve souls today; one just entered. Hmm! Now eleven more have come! I can finally complete today's task."
Seeing that she clearly ignored his words, Li Xin felt his scalp tingle at this revelation. But since it had come to this, he could only brace himself! Besides, all of them were still young; if it weren't for searching for someone, they would never have come to the Bridge of Helplessness.
"Old lady! The people you mentioned shouldn't be young; we are just lost travelers passing through here."
Granny Meng snorted coldly upon hearing this. "Are the Zhou Dynasty soldiers fighting each other made up entirely of old men?"
Sun Thirteen had been observing the surroundings for a long time, and a key question made him firmly believe that this place was indeed the Underworld. Why did he think so? It was because of the shadows! The scattering of light created an effect where there were no shadows, not only for the old man across but also for themselves.
According to legends from the living world, only humans cast shadows.
As Thirteen subtly indicated that everyone had no shadows beneath their feet, it helped everyone understand this theory. If it weren't for searching for the divine doctor or if General Wang Qian hadn't entered early, who would still be entangled here? They would have turned and fled long ago.
Granny Meng clearly did not care who was just passing by or lost. Seeing the young people's hairpins covered in frost, she urged everyone to hurry over and drink hot soup to warm up.
Indeed, drinking that soup meant they could never return to the living world!
The group moved their fingers vigorously to avoid freezing and losing control. They secretly resolved that they would rather die than drink it. However, staying here for too long would still lead to freezing to death. Thus, they expressed their gratitude and seriously declared that their lifespans were not yet over. Since there was nothing urgent at the moment, they decided to wait a little longer since someone was on their way.
"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! I only care about whether there are enough heads; I never look at appearances. Everyone who comes is a guest; as long as they are human, that's enough!"
Hearing such irresponsible remarks from someone who should be serious in the Underworld, Chang Yu, known for his strictness, found it hard to stand by. Looking around and seeing no one else speaking up, he jumped out to correct the mistake.
"Granny Meng! This is a matter of life and death; how can you treat it lightly!? Since we are public servants who manage the Book of Life and Death, we should take this seriously. You can't just gather some people randomly to settle accounts; what about those who should be here!?"
Upon hearing this, Granny Meng clearly did not care. She pointed at the surrounding environment and then at the wooden barrel in front of her, reminding them: "Don't blame me for not warning you; this ice has a history of over ten thousand years. Its coldness is pure and bone-chilling, unlike any ice you imagine from the Outside. I can only offer you two choices: leave immediately or drink the soup!"
Drinking Meng Po Soup was obviously out of the question; how could they forget why they came here in the first place? Even if they finished their business and left this place, who would recognize them then? They would look like fools!
At this moment, there were no guards on the bridge; if they didn't drink the soup, they could simply charge through! Everyone exchanged glances and understood the same message through their eyes. Besides, it was just an old woman guarding the bridge. If she dared to block them, they could easily take her down!
Li Xin moved his fingers again, feeling almost nothing. He knew he couldn't waste any more time here and let out a heavy grunt. He asked Granny Meng if anyone had crossed the ice bridge recently, hoping to confirm their next course of action. After receiving an affirmative answer, he turned to look at his nearly frozen brothers, signaling them to prepare for battle.
What if there was a large force from the underworld on the other side? Anyone who dared to block their way would die!
Granny Meng seemed oblivious to the imminent danger and kindly reminded them, "If you don't drink this soup, you might not have a chance to leave! As for crossing the bridge without drinking, I won't stop you. You can certainly give it a try!"
Li Xin took a deep breath, feeling as if his lungs were about to freeze. "Excuse me, elder, has the person we are looking for really crossed the bridge? If that's the case, then I must apologize!"
Granny Meng appeared not to understand the threatening tone at all and smiled as she waved her wooden spoon. "The Qin General you are looking for has already gone in. How many times do you want me to say it!? Come! Come! Young people, hurry up and drink the Meng Po Soup, and you can go in to save him!"
Before her words had faded, the Qin State Arrow Formation was instantly completed in three vertical and three horizontal lines. Without hesitation, Li Xin raised his hand and shouted, "Attack!"
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