Chapter 111: 111 Loving You for Ten Lives Since You Pierced My Heart 11

Sister Hua walked to the huge overturned pot on the ground, looking at the residue on the ground, and her expression became strange. When the mystery person walked to her side, she whispered with her. From time to time, they pointed at the residue.

I also walked over, took a look and asked, "What is this?"

Yan'er finally calmed down. Looking at the residue, she made a sound, her face twisted in a strange expression. "Is this…?" She seemed uncertain.

Lulu came forward, kicking at the puddle with her feet. Her face also had a look of surprise.

I was completely baffled, and it seemed that Wu Jian and Huang Xiaolong were too. Just as I was about to ask again, Xiao Lingdang asked, "What is this, Sister Yan'er?"

Yan'er shook her head, her eyes confused. "Should not it be…?"

"This is Nourishing Soul Soup." Lulu looked carefully at the residue on the ground.

"Nourishing Soul Soup? How is that possible?" Yan'er covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Nourishing Soul Soup? What is that? I'd never heard the name, but according to the reaction of the girls, it was worth something.

"Is this really Nourishing Soul Soup?" Huang Xiaolong asked with some doubts.

"You know what that is?" I asked him.

Huang Xiaolong nodded. "I have heard of the Nourishing Soul Soup, but I don’t know if this is really it."

"What is Nourishing Soul Soup?" Wu Jian asked Huang Xiaolong.

"Nourishing Soul Soup is not something in our human world but it exists in the underworld of ghosts. According to the legend, it was made by the goddess of wind especially for the evil spirits of Yin to drink, and it is still served to the senior ghosts. Ah, how can Nourishing Soul Soup appear in the world? The material is all from the underworld,” Huang Xiaolong explained, then shook his head with a look of disbelief.

Underworld, the goddess of wind. Although I had come into contact with a lot of ghosts, I did not have an understanding of the underworld, and I had only heard about the goddess of wind in some myths and legends.

"It’s getting more and more interesting here," Sister Hua said. "It's a pity that the soup was overturned."

"So is this really the Nourishing Soul Soup?" Huang Xiaolong was still in disbelief.

Sister Hua nodded. "It really is the Nourishing Soul Soup. As for why it can appear here, we should ask this friend." Sister Hua smiled and looked in another direction.

I was shocked. I didn’t know when a white-haired old man had appeared. He was looking at the soul soup on the ground in pain.

He was a person, not a ghost. The old man was so angry that I could almost see smoke coming out of his nose.

"You…you…you…you…you…Who are you?" The old man pointed at me and Wu Jian with a trembling hand as he stuttered.

"Don't look at that bug. I'm not afraid of it. But who the hell are you?" The old man said more coherently.

So, he can see the bug but not the ghosts? What's the situation with the Nourishing Soul Soup?

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Wu Jian came forward and very proudly took out his police officer card. "I am a policeman. Who are you?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You’re officials. But even officials couldn’t knock over my soup. I’m telling you, even if the emperor was standing in front of me, he couldn’t knock over my soup."

This old man is quite interesting. Why did he mention the emperor?

Huang Xiaolong, who hadn’t spoken, took a few steps forward with an air of excitement, looked at the old man carefully, and then began to undress.

What is this reaction? Undress as soon as a conversation turns negative? Even the old man froze as he saw Huang Xiaolong approach, although he shook with rage.

Wu Jian pulled on Huang Xiaolong and hissed, "What are you doing? Going to pay for the soup?"

Huang Xiaolong ignored Wu Jian's joke and continued to take off his clothes.

Lulu came to me. "What is he doing?"

I shook my head, my face bewildered. "I don't know. I guess it's his hobby."

Lulu spat lightly, her face a little red, and she turned away.

Huang Xiaolong had already begun to undo his belt. Shit.

I hurriedly rushed forward a few steps and grabbed Huang Xiaolong's hands.

Huang Xiaolong looked at me doubtfully, and then said, "What are you doing? I won't take off my pants. My clothes are too tight."

I let go of his hands subconsciously, and then I felt weird again. Huang Xiaolong rushed to take off the rest of his clothes. I pushed on his stomach, which made my hand greasy.

"Is your surname Huang or Long?" After watching this weird scene, the old man suddenly began to speak with excitement in his voice.

"My surname is Huang." Huang Xiaolong was also very excited, and he walked toward the old man quickly.

Wu Jian and I looked at each other.

The old man looked at the Nourishing Soul Soup on the ground and then bent over. He took off a cloth shoe from his foot and then waved to Huang Xiaolong.

"This is for turning over my soup!"

Huang Xiaolong was blindsided by the sudden blow from the shoe. He raised his hands to protect his head, then fled away. While running, he shouted, "It wasn’t me!"

The old man seemed to be stronger than Huang Xiaolong. No matter where Huang Xiaolong tried to run, the old man was always able to hit him with his shoe.

"What are you doing?" I roared and was about to go up and help when I was caught by Wu Jian.

"Don't move. He’s probably one of Huang Xiaolong's elders."

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