"Ah, your wonton noodles." The boss threw the veil and put it on his shoulder, then put the bowl in front of him.

Li Ye picked up the chopsticks, glanced at the bowl, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'm missing something."

"Huh?" Er'er came back to his senses and leaned over to look at his noodle bowl: "What's missing?"

"chopped green onion."

Ha Err blinked: "You don't even like grains, but you still care about chopped green onions?"

Li Ye pursed his lips and looked at the boss behind him very pickyly. The boss was honest and immediately touched his head and smiled: "Thank you, please forgive me, the business is good today, and the scallion is used up. Grandma Liu, who sells scallion, is sick and cannot send it back and forth. Look, how about I charge you a penny less?"

Where is the scallion worth a penny? Er laughed and was about to wave his hand and say no, but the boss said seriously: "Where did she plant the scallion?"

boss:"……"

Er: "…"

Just a handful of onions, there is no need to be obsessed with it.

The boss wanted to laugh, but when he looked at Li Ye's face, he felt inexplicably worried. After he hesitating for a while, he still whispered: "Just just southwest, bypass the path behind Guanyin Temple, there is a field beside a thatched hut."

Li Ye nodded, pulled Er'er and left.

He was amused and crying, and Er said, "It's delicious to have less onions."

"Three less fragrance."

Do you all have such high requirements for taste? How can you eat her cooking skills?

Err murmured in his heart, but he couldn't resist the boss's idea. The two walked to a remote place and took advantage of the lack of anyone around and directly fled to the thatched hut that the boss mentioned.

The green fields are green and bent down together when the wind blows.

Li Ye glanced at the dilapidated house, turned a ingot of silver into it, threw it into the hole in the roof, then turned around and pulled out the Phoenix Killing Sword at the green onion.

Er'er had no idea. He covered his face and silently recited the boss's happiness. Isn't it just an ancient artifact? The chopped onions can also be eaten.

However, she turned her head and looked at the thatched hut more often.

It was so quiet, and there was no reaction when the silver fell into it.

Curious, Er tiptoed forward and looked inside by the half-closed wooden door.

The lamp was gone and the oil was dry. The mother-in-law who sold onions shrank on the messy bed. Her face turned pale, her cheekbones were prominent, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken inside. She was already completely angry.

The pupils shrank slightly, and Er pushed open the door.

It seemed that the person had just died soon, and there was still a sound of souls stranded in the room that refused to leave. She turned her ear and could hear the old and weak voice muttering: "It's good tomorrow, it's better tomorrow."

His eyes were a little hot for no reason. Er turned around and shouted outside: "Li Ye."

With a knife on his hand, the scallions in the field were peeled into neat small stubble. Li Ye was holding the scallions with satisfaction. When he heard her slightly crying voice, his eyebrows immediately frowned.

"What?" He flashed to her and looked around with caution.

Unfolding his palms, Err looked at him pitifully: "Can you send her a ride?"

The white and fragile light is the soul of mortals.

With his eyebrows loosened, he felt a little depressed: "Most mortals are unwilling to give up when they die. It is very common for them to refuse to return to the underworld. What kind of virtue does she have to send me a trip?"

He lowered his head and thought hard, Er said with difficulty: "She planted green onions for you."

This reason sounds ridiculous. The soul of a mortal is unwilling to leave, so it must have a lasting wish. A little fairy like her helps a mortal fulfill his last wish can be called a gift of heaven, let alone a god like Li Ye. The tangerine is not a great merit.

However, unexpectedly, Li Ye nodded: "That's reasonable."

Er: "…"

There are rules in Jiuxiao. If a mortal wants to be saved by gods, he needs to be merited by nine generations, he needs to be approved by the Heavenly Dao Gua, and an altar needs to be opened on earth. But Li Ye doesn't care about these, even the merits of ninety generations have nothing to do with him. He eats wonton noodles with chopped green onion and is more important than anything else.

So, he raised his hand to the white light.

The light shone brightly in the thatched hut. Er'er took a step back and saw Yingbai's remnant soul landing on the ground, transforming into the appearance of Grandma Liu.

She didn't see them, and she didn't seem to know that she was dead, and she still carried the vegetable basket as usual and wanted to go to the market.

"He will be back tomorrow. I have to exchange some more money and buy two taels of meat, hey."

She was muttering, and she wanted to push the door out, but was stopped by Li Ye.

"Who are you waiting for?" he asked coldly.

Grandma Liu looked around in a daze, stopped and replied consciously: "My son, Fang Han."

"Where is he?"

"I'm almost back after three years of guarding the border."

Li Ye raised his hand and grabbed it into the void.

Er looked at him with breath, thinking that he was going to capture Fang Han, but after a moment, he had nothing in his hand.

"What's going on?" Err wondered, "and anyone you can't find?"

"Of course there is." Withdrawing his hand, Li Ye looked at Grandma Liu with a complicated expression, "The dead are in charge of the Netherworld, I can't summon me."

"..." My heart sank, and Er looked at Grandma Liu.

She was still persistently opening the sealed door in front of her, her face full of confusion.

The last wish cannot be fulfilled and cannot be saved.

"Forget it."

Flashing her sleeves, Li Ye said coldly: "Anyway, you and I are going to the underworld, so it's okay to bring her with me."

Er nodded and followed him out with some melancholy.

When she glanced at her, Li Ye felt a little confused about what to say. This little thing was too sentimental. She was clearly someone who had nothing to do with her. She could also make her nose red.

After thinking about it, he spoke in a deep voice: "Humans are so fragile, don't you know that, so you are cultivating immortals?"

"Me?" Er shook his head, "I didn't want to cultivate immortality at first, but my father said that only by practicing and ascending can our millions of people survive."

"It's good to be a human being. Although his lifespan is as short as a mayfly than a god, the world is very interesting."

Isn't that interesting?

Li Ye was unhappy, but when he lowered his head and thought, it seemed that it was really meaningless, it was just a convenient way to practice.

He snorted unhappily, and said, "No matter how interesting it is, it is not a place to stay for a long time."

"Ah?" Er'er drooped his eyebrows aggrievedly, "Do you want to hurry up immediately? It will be the Hundred Flowers Festival in a few days."

Are they here to celebrate the festival? Li Ye pressed her head and said impatiently: "The search for life and death is the top priority."

"How did you know that the Gate of Life and Death will not be in the world?" She stubbornly said.

Nonsense, if it is such a terrible thing in the world, wouldn’t it be a large number of people? Li Ye was too lazy to argue with her, so he picked her up and went back to the noodles stall.

A handful of chopped green onion fell, and the boss satisfies the swallow of Shang Wen's wonton.

The boss stood by the stall with a look of astonishment, looking at the bundles of green onions that were taller than him, and his mouth twitched.
Chapter completed!