Mobile City Travel Guide

Chapter 99 The dead are easy to fool, but the living are hard to deal with!

"Thank you, Master Zhongkui! Thank you, Master Zhongkui!"

On the deck, Chen Zhu pulled his daughter to kneel down and kowtowed repeatedly to the Zhong Kui statue.

Compared to Li Xin, the father and daughter appeared more devout and direct.

After all, what they had just witnessed was far too thrilling and dangerous for them.

At the same time, with two Yin spirits present, the entire mobile city could be destroyed if there is any mishap.

In fact, Li Xin himself was still somewhat shaken.

After all, the city that preyed on them came too suddenly, with such a large-scale attack right from the start; anyone would be startled.

He quickly calmed down and his expression became serious.

Next, we will cross the Bridge of Helplessness.

Like the Road to the Underworld, this bridge doesn't look very big, only allowing a dozen or so people to walk side by side. But once you step onto it, your line of sight will keep extending.

With Li Xin's command, the Xinghuo slowly entered the Naihe Bridge.

Looking around, the ghosts on the bridge were lined up in a long, crooked queue, slowly moving towards the bridgehead.

Their pace was slower and later than that on the road to the underworld. Some took two steps and then stopped, some wandered around the bridge repeatedly, and some simply stopped in place.

It's unclear why they acted this way.

Once you cross this bridge, you will be reincarnated. All the people you loved and hated in your past life, your unfulfilled wishes, and your lingering attachments will be cleared away.

No one can truly let go, not even after death.

In fact, the Bridge of Helplessness has three levels.

The upper level is a safe path paved with bluestone slabs for those who have done good deeds throughout their lives.

The middle level is a path for those who are both good and evil, a stone-paved road that is bumpy but passable.

The lower level is the path for evildoers; the bridge surface is slippery and muddy, seeping with the blood and insects of the River of Oblivion. If one loses their footing and falls in, they will never be reincarnated.

Upon arrival, Xinghuo was assigned to the middle deck, which was relatively safe.

As we walked, new thoughts began to spread.

According to folklore, once you cross the Bridge of Helplessness, you cannot turn back, or you will fall off the bridge.

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Once you accept the bowl of Meng Po soup, you must drink it all; you cannot pour it out, spit it out, or hide it in your mouth.

It is said that some deeply attached spirits will secretly hold the soup in their mouths without swallowing it, carrying their memories with them as they are reincarnated. Their obsession will accompany them in their new life, tormenting them with nightmares every night, making their suffering worse than death.

"I'll be seeing Meng Po soon, won't I?" he thought to himself.

Currently, the only things a novice can rely on are the Zhong Kui statue and the evil potato.

Thanks to Lu Chen's emergency preparations and work, a new round of large-scale blood collection and potato planting and harvesting were completed on the Xinghuo ship.

Now, there are 2500 "evil potatoes" left for the newbie.

The road to the Bridge of Helplessness is not long; it takes less than an hour to reach the bridgehead.

For a moment, everyone held their breath.

At the bridgehead stood an old woman, hundreds of meters tall, with a huge bronze pot in front of her.

She was dressed in a drab, coarse cloth outfit, her hair was gray and casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her face looked very old.

This is Meng Po.

Li Xin subconsciously looked at the pot in front of her.

Meng Po's figure was already exaggerated enough, but this pot was even bigger than her! The pot was filled with a dark green broth, and it was filled with an indescribable smell.

At that moment, Meng Po ladled a bowl of soup from the pot and handed it to a hesitant ghost in front of her.

"Drink it, child, it won't be bitter anymore." Her voice was slow and gentle.

The soup bowl was originally enormous, but it instantly shrank to an ordinary size when it was handed over.

The ghost trembled as it took the bowl, hesitated for a long time, and finally tilted its head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The bowl slipped from his hands, shattered on the stone bridge, and his trembling body fell silent the moment he drank it.

He became expressionless, even bewildered, and walked past Meng Po, his steps as steady as a traveler who had unloaded a heavy burden.

As the Spark approached, Meng Po paused for a moment, holding the bowl, before smiling and speaking.

"It's really strange. What day is it today that so many living people have come?"

I paused for a moment before leaving Xin.

Although the bell tower statue has been restored to its original state, the divine power he bestowed upon the vehicles and weapons has not yet dissipated.

In other words, he could unleash his firepower on Meng Po just as he had on the Three Corpse Gods.

But seeing the other person's nonchalant demeanor, he felt it was best not to do so.

For a moment, Li Xin couldn't help but turn around and look at the Zhong Kui statue, his heart filled with anticipation.

Meng Po seemed to see through his thoughts and slowly shook her head.

"You want to use him to keep this old woman in check?"

"Young man, have you forgotten that I am a righteous god in charge of the underworld? I deal directly with Zhong Kui himself on a daily basis."

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"This is just a mere fake statue; what does it amount to in front of me?"

As expected, when Li Xin looked at the Zhong Kui statue, it did not react at all.

His heart sank. If even the Zhong Kui statue couldn't work, then the vehicles and weapons blessed by it were even more useless.

Meng Po looked at the Zhong Kui statue with a hint of surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

"It's truly strange. Why does this statue possess some of Zhong Kui's spirit and aura?" she murmured to herself, her gaze shifting from the Zhong Kui statue to the Starfire, where it resided. "What exactly is this mobile city of yours?"

Li Xin didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard the last few words, he was suddenly stunned.

A mobile city? How did she know it was a mobile city?

Meng Po chuckled again.

"We didn't know before, but when your human civilization came last time, you turned this place upside down, which really opened our eyes."

"What?!"

My mind was buzzing the moment I got to the new one.

Earth-shattering changes? What exactly did human civilization do last time?

Before he could react, Meng Po spoke again.

Her voice was as gentle as a kind old grandmother's, but what she said was extremely terrifying.

"The order is that any mobile city of your human civilization that is discovered must be exterminated."

She shook her head and sighed.

"But I have always been compassionate and merciful, and I do not wish to kill. As long as you drink the soup, you can go and be reincarnated with these wandering souls."

She slowly raised a bowl of soup, which then swelled up in mid-air, enveloping the entire Starfire and ready to fall at any moment.

Seeing this, everyone instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Meng Po's methods are quite straightforward; she simply used a soup bowl to cook everything in one pot!

Li Xin remained calm and unhurried, and immediately stepped forward.

"Sir, please wait!"

He revealed a handful of sinister potatoes in his hand.

Upon seeing them, Meng Po's originally cloudy old eyes widened instantly, and an incredulous expression appeared on her wrinkled old face.

"Tsk tsk tsk... This is the first time in all these years that I have seen such a fine thing."

Li Xin took a deep breath and directly stated his price.

"1000!" he said. "These 1000 potatoes are yours if you let them through!"

As he spoke, he felt a pang of regret.

1000 Yinxiu Potatoes are almost enough to bribe 7 ghost messengers.

But for someone of Meng Po's level, 1000 is the minimum.

When asked about the new price, Meng Po merely narrowed her eyes, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Is this not allowed?

After a brief moment of surprise, Li Xin gritted his teeth.

"Nine!"

Meng Po shook her head.

"It's not a matter of how much you're paid, young man," she said, her voice still gentle. "It's just that I have orders from above, and I really dare not risk it alone."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and the giant bowl hanging above the Starfire began to tilt, about to pour down the bubbling soup.

Li Xin gritted his teeth and waved his hand, preparing to give the order to fire.

Just then, a figure strode forward.

"Sir, please wait!"

That was Chen Zhu.

He pulled out a palm-sized, old wooden plaque from his pocket and held it tremblingly above his head.

Upon seeing the wooden sign, Meng Po's expression froze.

"You are... a descendant of the Chen family?" she asked incredulously.

Chen Zhu nodded.

Lady Meng Po...

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He said in a trembling voice.

"Do you still remember what the Chen family did for your family back then?"

Long ago, when the Chen family was still prosperous, they once secretly smuggled the souls of Meng Po's descendants into the underworld.

The latter was Meng Po's only bloodline in the mortal world, and unfortunately died in an accident. He should have suffered in the underworld, but the ancestors of the Chen family smuggled him back to the human world to be reborn, allowing Meng Po's lineage to flourish again and continue its incense offerings in the human world.

"This...this..." Li Xin was stunned when he heard this.

Meng Po glanced at him and sighed softly.

"Even gods owe favors; there's nothing strange about that, young man."

"Debts from Heaven are easy to settle, but debts of gratitude from others are impossible to calculate."

"You mortals don't know the benefits of being ignorant. We immortals suffer precisely because we see things too clearly and know exactly where every debt is calculated."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Chen Zhu, her expression softening slightly.

"So, you want me to let you go, is that it?"

Chen Zhu nodded.

Meng Po remained silent for a long time. After a while, her expression turned cold, and then she waved her hand helplessly.

"Fine! This time I'll disobey orders from above and let you go."

She said coldly.

"But remember this! After this, this debt of gratitude between your Chen family and me is completely wiped clean!"

Chen Zhu knelt down on the ground, his forehead almost touching the ground.

"That's natural."

With a wave of her hand, Meng Po retrieved the soup bowl that had been covering the Starfire and silently made way for it.

Seeing that the calamity had passed peacefully, Li Xin dared not be negligent and still took out 500 Yin-evil potatoes and handed them to Meng Po as a small greeting gift.

But Meng Po only glanced at it and then gently shook her head.

"You young man are quite worldly-wise," she said, "but let's forget it. I'm not a greedy person."

As she spoke, she looked toward the bridgehead.

"Keep it for yourself; there's still a long road ahead."

Li Xin nodded.

After taking back the potatoes, he respectfully bowed to Meng Po before ordering the Starfire to leave.

In this underworld, no one can afford to offend any powerful figure.

But the journey has only just begun.

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