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

The two got out of the car, and following the direction they calculated, Meng Liu took Zhuo Yun and walked in through the winding paths.

Zhuo Yun looked around. Because he was quite tall, he hunched over and his eyes flickered.

"You have such a strong sense of stealing, are you afraid that others don't know we are doing something bad?" Meng Liu complained with disgust.

He touched his neck and straightened his back with a sullen expression.

Soon they arrived outside Yang Tong's yard.

The houses here are built very close to each other and the sound insulation is not very good, so the two of them heard coughing coming from inside almost as soon as they reached the courtyard wall, and Yang Tong was patting their backs and handing them water.

Meng Liu frowned, feeling something was not right.

According to Xiao Yuan, Yang Tong's family has many magical instruments. Even if you don't recognize them, you can feel that they are not ordinary things. Ordinary people cannot see them with the naked eye, but Meng Liu guessed that they should be spiritual energy.

But at this moment, outside Yang Tong's yard, she didn't sense any spiritual energy at all.

It obviously doesn't match what Xiaoyuan said.

"Please take care of my body for me. I'll be back soon."

After she finished speaking, her body fell lightly. Zhuo Yun hurriedly caught her body. His third eye had been closed last night, and he couldn't see anything now. He could only whisper, "Don't mess around. There's something weird about Yang Tong's family."

Meng Liu ignored him, floated through the courtyard wall and entered the room.

Her body fell into Zhuo Yun's arms. He had to be alert to outsiders while preventing her from falling to the ground.

It can be said to be the most tense three minutes in life.

Fortunately, Meng Liu came out quickly and waved her hand: "Let's go, this is not the place."

"What's going on?" Zhuo Yun asked after closing the car door and entering the enclosed space.

"Xiao Yuan said that there are many magical instruments in Yang Tong's house, but I didn't feel any spiritual energy when I went in just now, and I didn't see any signs of men living there." Meng Liu touched his chin and thought.

"Who's the one coughing? His grandmother?"

"His mother, it can be seen that she is seriously ill. It's really strange. What Xiaoyuan said doesn't match what I saw at all." So what is the problem?

There is no father in Yang Tong's family at all, and the photos on the wall only have him and his mother.

"Take your time. Where are we going now?"

Since the other party dared to kill Xiaoyuan in broad daylight, he would not be unprepared. At least he would not let them discover him so easily. If Meng Liu found the other party in just a short time.

Zhuo Yun was about to start wondering if there was a trap.

"go home."

Meng Liu took Zhuo Yun back to the incense shop. She took out all her stock. She had received a lot of orders during the live broadcast in the morning, and now she had to pack and ship them.

After packing for a while, she started to complain of being tired: "Zhuo Yun, you come!"

“Is the store doing so well?”

When Lao Meng was around, he came here several times with his father, but there was not much business each time. It turned out that the company had already embarked on the Internet path.

Meng Liu lowered his head and asked him to be responsible for packing, while he was responsible for pasting the express delivery slip.

She thought to herself that it was time to find an assistant, otherwise she would have to spend a lot of time packing express deliveries every day.

Moreover, there were too many orders and the stock she had on hand was a little insufficient. Thinking about the new flavors that her fans wanted, she had to find time to develop them, and she simply couldn't handle it all by herself.

But it is not easy to find such an assistant. Ordinary people are somewhat reluctant to come into contact with these funeral supplies. The key point is that she simply cannot offer a high salary.

In the industry, funeral jobs require higher salaries than other jobs in order for people to be willing to do them.

Who is Meng Liu? If he wants her money, wouldn't that be like asking for her life? After thinking about it, she set her sights on Zhuo Yun.

This guy is quite free all day and is quite brave, so why not just let him be your assistant.

"Zhuo Yun, do you want to be my assistant?"

Zhuo Yun laughed out loud when she heard this: "What is the job description of an assistant?"

"Just pack and ship. When I'm busy, you can help me make some incense and candles." Meng Liu is used to being lazy. In fact, she would like to let Zhuo Yun do all the handicrafts in the store.

She'd better just collect the money.

"How much is your monthly salary?"

"Three thousand."

Zhuo Yun raised his world-weary face and said, "I'm from Peking University! My monthly salary is only 3,000 yuan? Do you want to make it even worse?"

Meng Liu snatched the box from his hand and said, "You should be content. Your college graduation is only worth this price. It's so hard to compete outside now. What's more, you haven't even got your diploma yet. In the end, you're barely a high school graduate now."

He was amused by her logic, but Zhuo Yun did not refuse. He had no ambition to make progress, let alone any ideals.

Over the years, he has just followed the crowd. He studied hard in school, found an ordinary job after graduation, and when Lao Zhuo wants to retire, he will inherit the company.

So this is also the reason why he did not look for a job during his internship in his senior year. Since he can foresee the end of his life in the future, he should have more fun now that he is young.

Even if Meng Liu didn't pay him, he was willing to be her assistant, because being with her could open the door that ordinary people would never be qualified to step into.

He snatched the box back from Meng Liu's hand: "Okay, consider it as compensation for the favor I gave you back then!"

"Yeah." Meng Liu clapped his hands and stood up. "Then you stay busy here. I'll go buy some food. I have something else to do later in the evening."

"What's the matter?" It's good to be an assistant. I can ask her whereabouts openly.

"I need to go to an amusement park in the suburbs. I have an appointment with the ghost there to sell things tonight."

Zhuo Yun's eyes suddenly lit up: "I want to go too!"

"No, there are too many ghosts over there. It's not a good thing for an ordinary person like you to be contaminated by the evil spirit!"

It seems that there is such a saying, but he still did not give up: "You are so powerful, can't you keep my body from being contaminated by Yin Qi?

If I go, I can help you carry your bag. You are a boss now, you should at least show some respect when you go out. It would be so lame to go alone on a bicycle!"

Meng Liu was conflicted for a moment. What Zhuo Yun said made sense. Riding a bicycle was a bit tiring. Since there was an assistant already there, why bother carrying the bags himself?

"Okay." She handed the beads Xiaoyuan gave her to Zhuo Yun.

The black bead has a very strong Yin energy. Not only that, it also prefers to absorb Yin energy. Zhuo Yun carries it with him to protect his body from being corroded by the Yin energy.

"Are you giving it to me?" Zhuo Yun asked.

"You wish! I'll deduct it from your salary." She didn't have many magic weapons on her, and she had to give one away with great pain.

If she didn't want to make the three thousand dollars worth it, she wouldn't have been willing to give it away.

"Go ahead, go ahead. I'm not short of money. If you have anything else, you can give it to me. Just deduct it from my salary."

He happily put the beads in his pocket, knowing that only good things would come out of the hands of someone like Meng Liu who could avenge ghosts.