From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Meng Liu was so shocked that he kept thinking between the newcomer and Zhuo Dingguo.

So how could a father who looks like a coal boss give birth to such a good-looking son? Is he really his biological son?

She came to her senses and tried to smooth things over: "Forget it, Uncle Zhuo is fine, my... dad won't care about that."

"We are all the same age, but you are much more sensible than this kid." He pulled Zhuo Yun over, "Come, say hello, this is your wife."

Zhuo Yun: “!!!”

Meng Liu: "???"

Zhuo Dingguo scratched his head: "You may not know yet, but we talked about it before Lao Meng left. He said that you two are of similar age, and our two families are so close, so it couldn't be better for you to be closer relatives."

"What a joke! It's the 21st century and we're still talking about arranged marriages. I don't want that!" Zhuo Yun turned around angrily and got into the car and left.

Zhuo Dingguo cursed for a long time before he smiled and told Meng Liu not to take it to heart.

After Old Meng's funeral was over, Meng Liu returned to the incense shop, which was her livelihood in this world. She took out the account book and took a look at the income and expenditure of previous years.

With a sullen face, he slammed the account book on the table.

The monthly income was just over five figures, while the expenditure was eight figures. No wonder the original owner and Lao Meng were so confused that they wanted to commit suicide.

She also doesn't want to live anymore.

[Host, you can't just leave this world whenever you want, because all the Meng family members have gone to hell, and they owe the King of Hell money and can't pay it back. You are now occupying the original owner's body, so you are marked by the King of Hell, and you must pay back the debt before you can leave! ]

"Haha, I'll have more than 600 billion someday." Meng Liu said calmly.

She couldn't get angry anymore; the gap was too big.

After taking inventory of the shop's income, it was found that the bulk of it came from selling paper money, incense and candles. The Meng family's main business did not bring in much income at all.

The Meng family knows how to communicate with the underworld. They accept orders to deliver personal belongings to their families on behalf of humans who are still in the world.

Then the problem is coming.

Normally speaking, a normal person can just write the deceased's birth date and time on the things they burn for their family members, and the people below will receive them.

Therefore, the only people who patronize this business are living people who do not know the birth date of the deceased.

But since they don’t even know the birth date, it proves that the relationship is not that good, and even fewer people are willing to spend money to burn things for the dead.

Among these, a large number of ghosts have already been reincarnated.

In addition, the Meng family has another business, which is to pray for the souls of the recently deceased.

But after a person dies, there will be ghosts to take him away. Only some lonely ghosts wandering in the world need to be saved. Once they become ghosts, they naturally have no money, so the Meng family sends them to the underworld.

With this level of business skills, even thousands of years later, I won’t be able to pay off my debt to the underworld.

"Oh!" Meng Liu sighed.

What can I do? I have occupied someone else's body, so I have to go ahead no matter how difficult it is.

First of all, improve the quality of your goods. There are so many incense shops, why would people choose to come to her shop? So the first step is to differentiate yourself from other shops.

Just finished testing the finished product.

The wind chimes rang under the eaves.

A young girl timidly pushed open half of the door and said, "Hello, do you have any incense or candles for sale?"

"Yes, please come in. Which one would you like to buy?" Meng Liu quickly stood up and opened the business with a smile.

The girl was wearing a school uniform, holding her phone tightly in her hand, and looking around curiously: "Excuse me, what kinds are there?"

"Who are you burning it for? How old are you?"

"Ten or sixteen years old. My classmate."

Meng Liu nodded in understanding: "Being a ghost is different from being a human. The only thing a ghost can eat is the gas from burning incense and candles. For a classmate like you, he must like snacks at such a young age. I have some jelly chips with spicy noodle flavor. It depends on what he likes to eat."

The girl was frightened by Meng Liu and was stunned: "There are... so many flavors..."

She was amazed. These incense shops really kept up with the times and even came up with different flavors for snacks.

"Then have a little of each flavor."

Seeing her decisiveness, Meng Liu guessed that the girl must not be short of money, so he boldly promoted: "Do you know your classmate's birth date? If you don't know, he may not be able to receive it."

"Ah? I don't know. What should I do?" The girl was so anxious that sweat broke out on her nose.

"It doesn't matter. Since I asked you, it proves that I have a solution. All you need here is your name, and I guarantee that it can be delivered to him, but it will cost an extra two thousand."

"no problem!"

Meng Liu narrowed her eyes. Don't blame her for being so generous. "The man you are talking about just died not long ago, right? Once he dies, he has to start all over again. He will probably be a wandering ghost in the underworld. Do you want to give him a house and a car?"

"Oh, how much does it cost?" She had all her saved pocket money in her hand, and there was no way she could afford a motorhome that was so expensive.

Meng Liu waved his hand and said, "It's not expensive. An ordinary apartment costs only a few hundred yuan, and an ordinary car is even cheaper. The only expensive thing is the land in the underworld. After all, we burned it for him, and he needs to buy land in the underworld at his own expense, otherwise he can't build it."

After her eloquent sales pitch, the girl was dizzy when she left the store and ended up spending twelve thousand dollars in her store.

The RV, incense, candles and paper money are all ready.

Meng Liu took out his cell phone and called the Meng family.

This time someone picked up the phone.

She didn't argue with the rest of the Meng family: "Help me find a person named Ren Junxi in the underworld."

"Good Le!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, the Meng family responded.

"Ren Junxi is being tortured in the Eighteenth Level of Hell. It will probably take another twenty years for him to get out. Give me the things first and I'll keep them for him."

Meng Liu thought about it and agreed. Otherwise, she would not remember this business in twenty years. Old Meng had encountered this kind of thing before when doing business. It was the Meng family who helped keep it in the underworld.

"But he's only a teenager. What crime did he commit that warrants such a severe punishment?"

Lao Meng sighed, "This kid is no ordinary man. He killed five people in one breath while in the mortal world. He committed such a heinous crime. When his punishment is over, he will only be reincarnated as an animal in his next life."

Meng Liu was shocked and didn't ask any more questions.

In her spare time, she improved all the supplies in the store and applied for a Taobao store. Unfortunately, because it was a new store, not many people bought.

There are only a few customers in this store. If this continues, how long will it take to pay off the bill?

The difference between her and other shops has widened. What she needs most now is advertising. Touching her chin, Meng Liu made a decision.

Tomato has read a lot of books. The heroine of every metaphysical novel always does a live broadcast. I think this is a good way to increase her popularity.

Since she had nothing to do in the store, Meng Liu registered an account on the Shark Live Streaming Platform and started her first live broadcast.