I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 83 The king of heaven covers the tiger of the earth

"Grandma, what does this soup taste like?"

On the Bridge of Helplessness, a ghost stood in front of Meng Po, very curious about the "red bean soup" she was cooking in her pot.

Behind him stood a long, long line of beggars, each with a bowl in hand, craning their necks in anticipation.

Meng Po was a kind and amiable old woman with a benevolent smile on her face. When asked by the wandering soul, she said, "You'll know once you take a bite."

As he spoke, he used a gourd ladle to scoop a bowl of thick soup for him.

"Grandma's hands don't shake at all when she serves food, that's so nice."

The ghost chuckled, stuffed the entire soup bowl into its mouth, swallowed it, and after a while, spat out an empty bowl.

After drinking the soup, his vision became increasingly blurry. He blinked hard, held the bowl, and looked at the old woman in front of him, but he couldn't remember anything.

The old lady was simmering soup, a pot of soup with some unknown ingredients that looked like red bean porridge.

He handed her the bowl and asked, "Grandma, what does this soup taste like?"

Meng Po's smile remained kind, and even when she spoke, the curve of her lips did not diminish in the slightest.

"You'll know once you take a bite."

Serving soup, swallowing the bowl, spitting out the bowl, puzzled.

Half a minute later, the same bowl was handed to Meng Po once again.

"Grandma, what does this soup taste like...?"

"..."

Xia Changfeng and Si Wuxie stood on the bridge for a long time, watching as this ghost had already drunk its tenth bowl of soup.

Are you trying to exploit a bug here?

There's a reason why the efficiency of reincarnation in the underworld is so low.

It turns out the problem was a blockage at the source.

No wonder more and more souls are piling up in the City of the Dead, and these places, which were originally just temporary "soul shelters", have gradually evolved into bustling marketplaces full of local life.

Upon closer inspection, Meng Po's face remained motionless with a Mona Lisa-like smile, repeatedly making the motion of ladling soup, without any other expression, just like a puppet on a string.

Xia Changfeng asked, "Isn't this Meng Po herself?"

Si Wuxie said, "This is a puppet doll that Meng Po asked Hei Wuchang to make for her. Meng Po only does the same job of boiling soup and serving soup every day. Over time, she was going to get sick from all the work. Of course, she had to find a puppet to take her place and keep her going."

“Boring,” Xia Changfeng said, turning around. “Let’s go.”

Si Wuxie rolled her eyes. "I wonder who was so bored that they stood on the bridge watching others drink ten bowls of soup."

Xia Changfeng snorted coldly, "Then you'd be even more bored than me if you stood here with me watching others drink soup?"

Si Wuxie said, "I'm not looking at others, I'm looking at you."

Xia Changfeng paused, looking at the back of his head. "Looking at me?"

"Of course I'm looking at you. It's rare to see a girl who's eight feet tall with a broad back and a narrow waist."

Si Wuxie covered his face with his fan and laughed, commenting, "And another thing, what kind of decent person tucks the hem of their skirt into their belt and walks around with their hands behind their back? I told you to laugh, but you didn't. You're neither curvy nor shapely, and you have this long face. No wonder nobody wants you."

Xia Changfeng turned his head and said angrily, "I've already given you enough face by listening to you and dressing up as a woman!"

"Okay, okay, you're giving me too much credit. I'll have to give you a compliment."

Si Wuxie walked up to him and praised, "Little brother, you look really pretty as a girl. This red dress makes your skin look even whiter, giving you a rosy glow. Plus, with that bad temper, you really are a little firecracker."

Xia Changfeng got goosebumps all over his body. "Aren't you disgusting?"

Si Wuxie laughed heartily, waved his fan, and strode away.

On the way to the Judge Temple, he said to Xia Changfeng, "That guy Cui Jue has been having a run of bad luck lately. Not only has the day and night spirit gone missing, but the water mirror in the temple is also nowhere to be found."

Xia Changfeng asked, "Water Mirror?"

"Yes, this water mirror is incredibly magical. It's also known as the 'Three Lives Mirror,' and it's said to be able to reflect a person's past, present, and future lives. Cui Jue can also use it to peek into anything that has already happened or is happening. I doubt there's any secret in the world that can be hidden from him; it just depends on whether he's interested in finding out."

Si Wuxie glanced at Xia Changfeng and said, "Besides, this mirror is also a famous 'demon-revealing mirror.' It's fortunate that Cui Jue lost it, otherwise if he had used this mirror to shake you, you would have been exposed, and our secret of trying to trick him would have been exposed."

Fortunately, without the Water Mirror, Judge Cui was like a headless fly, easily fooled.

Xia Changfeng then asked him, "Where did you hear this news?"

Si Wuxie took out his underworld messenger token and told him not to underestimate the locals' powerful intelligence network.

The two arrived at the Judge Temple, where they saw two vermilion doors tightly closed, a plaque hanging high, and two majestic stone beasts crouching in front of the doors. Their large, bulging eyes, devoid of pupils, stared wide-eyed, following the two uninvited guests as they slowly approached.

In addition, a couplet hangs in front of the temple gate, which reads "You are the one who is hard to deal with ghosts." The first line reads "In the three lifetimes of the mortal world, you have committed all the crimes against heaven and reason." The second line reads "In the underworld, who has ever been spared throughout history?" The horizontal inscription reads "You have finally arrived."

Xia Changfeng scoffed and was about to go up and ring the door knocker when a pebble suddenly appeared under his feet, almost tripping him.

Looking down, it wasn't a pebble at all, but rather resembled a swan's egg, pointed at the top and round at the bottom.

The "swan egg" spoke: "This mountain is mine, these trees are mine, if you want to pass through here, leave your toll!"

A clear and childish voice came from the ground, like a three-year-old child who had just learned to speak and was now robbing people. It was not only not intimidating, but it also made people laugh and cry, and they couldn't help but praise it as "so damn cute".

The adorable "swan egg" retorted fiercely, "If you break half your teeth and say no, I'll kill you and not bury you!"

Si Wuxie squatted down and poked the eggshell. Accompanied by a dissatisfied "ee-yah-yah" sound, the "swan egg" swayed from side to side like a roly-poly toy.

This must be the offspring of some kind of oviparous animal, which has already developed intelligence before hatching.

Si Wuxie flicked "Swan Egg" on the head a few times. "You little fool, I'm an old acquaintance of your Judge Cui. Go tell him to sweep the gate and welcome me, or I'll shake your egg whites until they're even!"

"Swan Egg" jumped up and down, as if stomping its foot in anger, but then realized that its previous fierce demeanor hadn't intimidated anyone, and its arrogance had subsided by more than half. It said in a show of bravado but with a hint of weakness, "If you want to see my master, you need to give a secret code!"

Si Wuxie asked it, "What code?"

"Swan Egg" said, "Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger!"

"..."

Si Wuxie thought to himself, "Why does this egg look like a bandit's?"

Xia Changfeng suddenly said, "I know this question: Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger, Pagoda suppresses the River Demon."

"Swan Egg" rejected him, "No!"

"Could it be... chicken stew with mushrooms?!"

"wrong!"

"Stir-fried wood ear mushrooms and sweet potatoes!"

"Still not right!"

"Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger... Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger, right?"

Without warning, Xia Changfeng raised his foot and kicked the egg away hard!

Looking at the "swan egg" that had just hit the crack in the door, Si Wuxie realized that his kick was not random, but rather he had carefully aimed for it.

Xia Changfeng stared at the two large doors that had been smashed open by the "swan egg" and said coldly, "I must be a complete idiot to talk nonsense to an egg like that!"