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

"So you don't plan to go to the underworld now? Are you just going to wander around the streets like this? Let me remind you, ghosts are afraid of yang energy. If you don't go to the underworld, you will disappear in a few days."

Xiao Yuan shook her head firmly: "I know, but I still have something I have to do. Sister, I'll trade this with you. Can I buy two candy-flavored candles from you? I have to give them to that little devil."

"Do you know the name?"

"Uh-huh."

Meng Liu glanced at the black bead in her hand. There was a strong yin energy on it. It seemed that the bead played a significant role in her escaping from the evil spirit.

I guess she came out of some tomb. No wonder Xiaoyuan had bad luck in her life and met those people who bullied her.

She took it and went back to the store to get two incense sticks and lit them on the spot. The aura followed the owner of the name and floated away.

Xiaoyuan thanked him and they parted ways.

Meng Liu picked up a shared bicycle and rode towards the suburbs, panting. She could sense that there were a large number of ghosts over there.

Although these underworld creatures are invisible to the human eye, there is a righteous spirit in the city, and generally large-scale ghosts dare not act rashly.

"Little girl! You'd better walk across the intersection ahead." While waiting for the red light, an uncle riding an electric scooter kindly gave me some advice.

"Why?" Meng Liu didn't understand.

"Don't you know that since last week, all the bicycles passing by that road will fall down? Some things are better to believe than to believe. If they really fall down, you will be the one who gets hurt. It's not worth it, don't you think?"

"Thank you, but I'm not afraid."

The uncle fulfilled his duty of reminder and said no more, but another man with the car window open took it to heart.

Meng Liu walked steadily along the road without looking around. Just as he was about to pass the intersection, a ghost wearing a T-shirt with dyed yellow hair suddenly jumped out from the flower bed next to him. He pushed his bicycle with a ferocious smile.

Meng Liu tilted his head and glared at him, and his hands stopped moving. It was not right to continue, nor was it right to retract them.

Finally, he waved twice in front of Meng Liu and asked, "Can you see me?"

The man driving the car parked on the side of the road and watched the scene calmly.

"Um, so you were responsible for all those bike falls?"

Huangmao scratched his head: "Yes, I can't stand them riding bicycles?"

"why?"

Huangmao babble a lot and concludes: "You say I'm not unlucky! This is a shameless way to die, being hit by a bicycle! These cyclists shouldn't be on the road. I'm helping others so that there won't be another victim like me!"

Meng Liu was speechless and looked at the wound on the back of his head.

"Is it possible that you were just hit by a bicycle and then the back of your head hit the curb, so you died?"

The yellow-haired man reached out his hand and touched the back of his head in a daze: "Is that so? Damn, I was wondering why my head was wet, it turns out it's blood!"

This yellow-haired guy probably only graduated from elementary school at most. Meng Liu was speechless as he watched him turn around angrily and kick the curb several times.

"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have died at such a young age! I haven't even had a girlfriend yet, who allowed you to repair here?"

"City Hall."

Yellow Hair: “Huh?”

"I said that the city government allowed the construction of the curb here." Meng Liu explained kindly.

Huang Mao scratched his head and sat down on the ground angrily: "Who should I seek revenge on?"

"I don't care about you. I have something else to do. Bye." Meng Liu straddled the bicycle and prepared to leave.

In the eyes of other passers-by, she just talked to the air for a long time, like a mental patient.

Huangmao blocked her way and said, "No, it's so hard for someone to see me and talk to me, don't leave!"

Meng Liu looked straight through his soul.

Huangmao quickly gathered his body together and said hastily: "Don't leave, I'm too bored, just pity me!"

Seeing that she was unmoved: "I...I have money, I am willing to spend money to buy you to accompany me and relieve my boredom!"

When he heard about money, Meng Liu stopped the car and said, "How can you control your money when you're dead?"

"Hmph, stop looking down on me. I left all my money to my sister. As long as I tell her, she will definitely give it to me!"

Meng Liu nodded: "Okay, how about this, I'll send you to reincarnate, and you give me money."

"Reincarnation? Can I be reincarnated in this state?" Huangmao wondered.

Huangmao died a sudden death. For some unknown reason, he was not taken away by the ghost when he just died. After that, he was trapped at this intersection and could not go anywhere. Because this was the place where he died, his yin energy grew the fastest here. Within a few days, he was able to briefly touch the real body.

With this skill, he started to cause trouble, pushing down all the cyclists.

There had been a car accident at this intersection before, and a man died on the spot. He thought about taking advantage of the ghost messenger who had killed him to go to the underworld, but unfortunately the ghost messenger refused to take him in, and even bribery was useless.

Meng Liu understood. It was probably because of the resentment in Huangmao that the ghost refused to accept him.

Normally, every ghost messenger has the responsibility to bring the living souls to the underworld.

When a person dies, he or she will be assigned to the nearest ghost according to the region.

But whether in the world of the living or the underworld, these staff members are all workers, and since they are workers, they like to slack off.

The same went for the ghost messengers. They didn't know Huangmao, and if they wanted to take him back to the underworld they would have to go back and check his birth date, which was too troublesome. But since their superiors hadn't assigned the person to them, they were unwilling to bother with other people's business.

Huangmao has a grudge. Although his actions did not cause any deaths, they resulted in many people being injured. Therefore, he will be punished even if he returns to the underworld.

"What kind of punishment? Will it be painful?" Huang Mao was horrified. "Sister, sister, do you have any way to let me go to the underworld and reincarnate directly? I am most afraid of pain."

Meng Liu glanced at him, and the yellow-haired man understood immediately: "Don't worry, money is not a problem! I will send a message to my sister in her dream today!"

Meng Liu nodded in satisfaction: "Well, since you have never killed anyone, I will help you purify the resentment in you and send you to reincarnate. The price is 100,000, isn't it too much?"

"It's not too much, it's not too much, not too much at all." The yellow-haired man said with a smile.

The man in the car not far away couldn't stand it anymore, he opened the door and walked straight up to the two of them.

"He has committed a crime, so he should be punished. It is not in accordance with the rules and regulations of the underworld for you to purify his resentment."

Huang Mao was immediately unhappy: "Who are you?"

Meng Liu looked embarrassed. She knew it was not a good idea, but she had too heavy a burden on her shoulders. This ghost had never killed anyone, so she agreed.