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

The old ghost with sunglasses, white hair and ancient costume was still shouting: "Aribati, let's get excited!"

This group of ghosts are really happy. They scared the workers so much that they dared not to come in to work. The construction site has been shut down for a long time, but they are still in the mood to have a party here at night.

"Hey, three people are coming!"

Someone shouted, and a group of male ghosts looked at the two women with greed. The two female ghosts hadn't seen a man as handsome as Zhuo Yun for a long time, and they couldn't help themselves and started dancing striptease against his body.

Her hips and chest were twisted, and although he couldn't touch them, Zhuo Yun still reflexively hid behind Meng Liu.

"Can you see us?"

The old ghost wearing sunglasses pushed aside a group of ghosts: "Make way, make way."

He bowed and said, "Excuse me, my three friends, why are you here..."

"What are you three doing here?" A muscular social ghost next to him interrupted him, "Don't you know this is our territory? No one is allowed to approach!"

Meng Liu snorted coldly: "The whole world belongs to the king. Don't say that you are dead. Even if you are alive, this territory does not belong to you."

The social ghost couldn't hold back his expression: "What do you mean? You look down on ghosts, don't you?"

Meng Liu rolled her eyes at him. If it weren't for the fact that the aura of these ghosts was pure and they hadn't committed any murders, she wouldn't have been so easy to talk to.

Patting Zhuo Yun on the shoulder, he saw the situation and shouted loudly: "We are from the National Security Bureau. This time we are responsible for sending you to reincarnate. There is no need to panic. Everyone, line up and register one by one."

The ghosts chattered and discussed for a while. They were all people who died nearby. Five hundred years ago, an earthquake occurred in this construction site. At that time, a new King of Hell took office in the underworld, and the officials were replaced by new ones. The ghost messengers sent to capture the souls were also slacking off, so they were stranded in the human world.

The temptation to reincarnate is undoubtedly very strong for ghosts.

No matter how much you love a place, you can’t stand being trapped for hundreds of years.

Well, now they can only keep up with the times and have some nightlife to make themselves happy.

Just line up honestly.

The first ghost stepped forward and asked: "Are you really sending us to be reincarnated?"

Zhuo Yun looked at the clueless ghost in front of him and finally smiled for the first time today: "Really?"

Before the ghosts had time to be happy after he finished speaking, they heard him add: "But..."

"But what?"

"But you guys stayed in the world of the living for too long, and you also played a lot of pranks and threatened the workers who came here, so we need to collect some fines. Do you all understand?"

"I understand. This is indeed our fault. It's all Xiao Chen's fault. They said it was boring and led us to do this kind of thing. I said that being a ghost shouldn't be like this!"

"Well, after staying here for so many years, it would be great if I could spend some money to be reborn."

"Finally I can leave this damn place. I hope I can be reborn into a good family in my next life."

Zhuo Yun waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, come one by one. I promise to send everyone away tonight. The first one is Yao Benyun!"

"Hey!" Yao Benyun quickly raised his hand and ran to the front.

Zhuo Yun tapped the tablet computer and said, "You were born in 1812, so you died in 1857, right?"

"That's right, I only lived to be 45 in my previous life. Unfortunately, I didn't even see the birth of my grandson." There was still a hint of worry in his expression.

"Well, you have been stranded in the world of the living for hundreds of years. You are an old ghost who has been dead for too long. Now you can't receive much incense from your descendants, so we will give you the lowest standard, and the detention fee is a total of 167 million.

Add in the mental damages for scaring people because of the prank, the lost wages at the construction site, and the reincarnation fee we want to charge you, the total is 395 million. I'll round off the amount and charge you 390 million. How are you going to pay it?"

The ghost named Yao Benyun was completely dumbfounded: "Why... why are there so many?"

These ghosts have been dead for a long time and don't know much about modern prices. But in their time, it was difficult for the living to have enough food, let alone the dead. On Qingming Festival, it was good enough if their family members and descendants could offer them some food and drink, and they would not burn paper at all.

Later, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, conditions improved, and the Yao family was lucky enough to survive, so he could also get a share of the paper money burned for the ancestors on Qingming Festival every year. But after so many years, there were more than one ancestor in the Yao family, so Yao Benyun could not get much.

The first few decades were fine, but the key is that recently there has been a very popular incense shop in the underworld, which produces many modern-flavored incense and candles. These ghosts who have lived for hundreds of years have never seen the world.

This new thing suddenly came into being, and I couldn't keep the money in my pocket. I spent most of it on buying so-called incense and candles with different flavors.

Now, let alone asking him to come up with 390 million, even 3900 million is difficult.

The ghosts behind him also started to protest with dissatisfaction: "Your charges are too high. We have been dead for so many years, how can we have so much money!"

Everyone's original intention was to bargain with each other, and it would be best if they could be sent to reincarnate for free.

But no matter whether it is a ghost or a human, they all have a conspicuous bag.

Wu Liang was such a devil. He stood up with his head held high and his chest puffed out: "Make way, those who don't have money, please stand back and let those of us who have money go first."

Meng Liu took a look at the man. He had a rat-tail braid and was wearing a long robe with exquisite workmanship. He looked like a ghost from the Qing Dynasty.

Zhuo Yun quickly converted it for him: "A total of 410 million."

Wu Liang died only twenty years later than Yao Benyunye, so the price is not much different.

He took out something quickly and swiftly. "It doesn't matter if it's not money, right? How about antiques? I don't have much cash on me, but when those workers are lazy sometimes, I watch Douyin with them. Antiques are quite valuable in your era, right? It just so happens that I don't have much else, but a lot of burial objects. Here, I'll give you whichever one you want."

He took out more and more things, and soon they filled the ground in front of the three people.

Meng Liu hurriedly stopped him: "Wait! We don't want these, we only accept cash or hard currency such as gold and silver."

The antiques he dug out were indeed good things, but these were all things that could only be touched by souls. The real items were probably still in his tomb.

Wu Liang's family was wealthy during his lifetime, and even his burial objects were blessed and performed by special people, so they all had spirits, that is, each object had its own soul.

He brought it with him. This kind of thing is great for ghosts, but it is useless to humans. Ordinary people can't see or touch it, so what's the use of it? If it is a real item, it can indeed be sold for a good price.

Wu Liang put the things back in embarrassment, and took out a palm-sized piece of gold: "Here, these are all I have left. I spent all the others on buying incense and candles."

Normally speaking, the National Security Bureau would not accept this gold.