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Chapter 1076 Jean Making Soup

In the thirteenth station of hell, the Cliff of Reincarnation, there stood a thatched house beside a bridge. At first glance, the house appeared small, but upon closer inspection, it revealed one or two floors, with a modest yard and attic windows.

Feeling bored, Jean gathered a jumble of random items and carelessly threw them into the pot in front of her. She then picked up a large spoon and stirred the mixture a few times until it began to bubble. Satisfied, she stopped stirring.

Jean grabbed a bowl, filled it halfway, and downed the contents in a single gulp. Ghosts could not feel the heat, so the bubbling soup did not bother her.

Smacking her lips, Jean commented, “Madame Maya, this is definitely water mixed with some raw ingredients. I wonder how much the middleman messed it up.”

Madame Maya, who had entered the house, felt a pang in her heart when she saw Jean.

“Quickly bring the soup out… she pleaded, clutching her chest. Speaking to Jean caused her physical pain.

Jean responded nonchalantly, “Oh, here they are!”

Having spent so much time here, Jean had unknowingly developed a skill. She effortlessly grabbed the pot’s handle, raised her hand, and moved a large pot of soup outside.

Madame Maya took the bowl and glanced at the countless ghosts lined up in front of her, their queue winding into the distance.

“A bowl of soup will make you forget the memories of your past life,” Madame Maya offered the bowl to the ghost before her eyes.

The ghost struggled, resisting. “I don’t want to! I don’t want to forget! I can’t forget him, and I will be with him in my next life!”

Madame Maya gently replied, “But he already has someone else.”

The ghost grew angrier. “No! He must be suffering! Even though he has someone else, I still love him, L…

Before she could finish speaking, Jean grabbed a bowl of soup, pinched her nose, and drank it down while muttering. “Go harvest vegetables!”

remained speechless.

on what the customer likes,

want.

a tear as she was accustomed to, ready to

ghost suddenly clutched her chest, a bewildered expression on her face. She cried out, “Ah…

“Harris, don’t be sad! Seeing you sad

Maya was

spoon trembled, causing the soup in the spoon to spill out more than the meat shaken off by the cafeteria

who had cultivated her compassion for hundreds of years, furrowed her brow and roared, “Jean Crawford! What did you add to my

ghosts were taken aback!

just happened to see

Maya trembled with anger. “Those are for my

“Oh! So they’re

Maya’s soup made from the hundreds of tears in

tears…

one who told me you can add any

collapsed

in her madness and had blind eyes,

then jumped off the Cliff of

nose. “Well… look,

hand was

considerate, said, “Alright, Madame Maya, you’ve worked hard. Take a seat, and

brewed, so let’s not waste it. Regardless of the

same.