Meng Po's Warning

Ye Jinghong narrowed her eyes. "Who exactly are you?"

"Come, have a drink first. Once you drink it, I'll tell you who I am!" As she spoke, two beautiful bottles appeared in the woman's hands. They were antique and elegant, like ancient wine bottles.

Yet three raised seal-script characters were engraved on them: Forgetfulness Water.

I said softly, "Forgetfulness Water, Meng Po's Soup... Are you Meng Po?"

Ye Jinghong murmured, "Meng Po?"

I knew that the Meng Po before us had surely overturned her understanding as well. After all, by our ingrained assumptions, Meng Po should have been a wizened old woman. Who would have thought she would be such a young and beautiful woman?

"Oh? You actually recognize me. Looks like I won't be able to sell this Forgetfulness Water after all." Her eyes flickered seductively, her charm impossible to describe.

Ye Jinghong said coldly, "Are you here to oppose us too?"

"Oppose you? No, I never intended to oppose you. I came to make friends with you. Don't worry, I'm not with those two. You can tell just by looking at us, can't you?"

I was somewhat speechless. This woman spoke rather inexplicably.

But I did not believe her. How could she not be on the same side as Black and White Impermanence?

In the underworld, Meng Po might only be responsible for handing out Meng Po's Soup, but she was still a member of the underworld. To put it bluntly, she was also part of its civil service system. Her rank might even have been higher than Black and White Impermanence's.

It was said that even the Ten Kings of Hell had no authority over her. She answered exclusively to Lady Houtu.

Of course, most of that was merely unofficial folklore. There had never been any proper