It's better to fall in love

25. Meng Po

"Huh? It's you." He Wanluo turned around, looked at the man in white with long hair behind him, and blurted out.

"You know me?" The person who came was a little surprised.

"I seem to know, but I don't seem to know."

He Wanluo didn't know why he said that sentence, but he felt that the person in front of him looked familiar.

"It's the first time someone says they know me, it's strange," the man in white circled around He Wanluo, observed it carefully, and murmured to himself, "It seems a little familiar, but I've seen it before." How can people look familiar?"

"Then who are you?"

"I'm Bai Wuchang." Bai Wuchang rolled his eyes, turned over the work card on his chest, pointed to the three big characters "Bai Wuchang" and said to He Wanluo.

"What about black impermanence?" He Wanluo was surprised, obviously saying that there is black and white impermanence.

"Wait." Bai Wuchang turned around, took off his white coat, revealing his black clothes, and changed a work card by the way, "I am now Hei Wuchang."

"..." Is black and white impermanent, so casual?He Wanluo was stunned.

"Now there is a shortage of manpower in the underworld. Hei Wuchang has been called to do other things. I will take over temporarily."

Bai Wuchang explained, and after he finished speaking, he stomped his feet again, why did he explain so much to a ghost all of a sudden.

"Are you here to take me away?"

"That's right, our boss told me to wait for someone here today." Bai Wuchang looked around, "There should be no one else here except you."

"Oh, let's go then."

Bai Wu has become more and more unwilling to accept his own death, the soul of the dead who wants to stay in the world for more time, seeing He Wanluo being so straightforward, he is a little uncomfortable, "You...do you have any other unfulfilled wishes?"

"Yes," He Wanluo pulled out a smiling face, "I want to live again."

"Forget it, I didn't ask."

Bai Wuchang took out a small handkerchief from his arms, shook it, and asked He Wanluo to hold the other end. He Wanluo almost petrified, "Do you really want to hold it?"

The two men were pulling a handkerchief, which looked strange.

"Hey, do you think I want to, but our regulations are like this, please cooperate, we work very hard." Bai Wuchang suddenly began to complain.

Why is this Bai Wuchang different from what he imagined, He Wanluo suddenly wanted to laugh for no reason.

In order to cooperate with Bai Wuchang's work, He Wanluo had no choice but to pull the handkerchief awkwardly. The moment He Wanluo's hand touched the handkerchief, a crack suddenly opened in the ground in front of him, and there were long steps in the gap, all the way down, hidden in the darkness , with no end in sight.

He Wanluo just followed Bai Wuchang all the way down in a daze.After walking for a long time, the light was dim and the scenery was constantly changing.When I could see clearly, it seemed that I had arrived at a ferry, and there were many people lined up in front of it.

"Come, come, today's newly cooked soup, one spoonful of forgetting the past and the past, two spoonfuls of grievances and grievances, three spoonfuls of rebirth without worries."

From afar, I heard an old woman yelling, and a big pot was filled with boiling soup with a strong aroma. He Wanluo suddenly felt a little hungry and wanted to drink the soup.There seemed to be a strange fascination for him with the rich aroma of the soup, tempting him to take a sip.

Finally, all the people in front got the soup, and finally it was his turn.

"Hello, mother-in-law." He Wanluo greeted the old woman politely.

"Hello, hello," Granny Meng asked without raising her eyes, as she filled the soup, "Two coins for a small spoon, four coins for a medium spoon, ten coins for a large spoon, no credit for small business."

"Huh? I want money, what should I do if I don't have money?"

"Who brought you here..." It was the first time Granny Meng heard that there was no money, and raised her head impatiently. After she saw He Wanluo's face clearly, she was startled for a moment, and suddenly there was a fierce light in her eyes, and she pointed at the money. Bai Wuchang on the side yelled, "Bai Wuchang, you bastard, this man's lifespan is not over yet, why did you bring him here with my old lady!"

"Impossible, he's obviously dead." Bai Wuchang was taken aback by Meng Po's yell, and pulled He Wanluo aside in fear for a closer look.

The strange thing is that He Wanluo, who was clearly dead just now, can now see a large string of numbers above his head.

That's a number that represents a person's lifespan.

He looked at the notebook in his hand in disbelief, and the name that had clearly appeared in the notebook just now had disappeared.

"Young man, you went to the wrong place." Granny Meng nodded He Wanluo's head, "Grandma sees that you are handsome, so I will give you something."

He Wanluo didn't know what they were talking about, but Po Meng said she wanted to give him something, and he understood, and immediately replied, "But I don't have any money."

Granny Meng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Grandma is not a greedy person, you just promise to do one thing for me next time you see my old lady."

"What's the matter?" He Wanluo looked at Granny Meng with kind eyebrows and kind eyes and felt very kind, just like the grandmother who used to hug him when he was a child.

"You will know next time." Po Meng took out a small bottle from her sleeve pocket and handed it to He Wanluo with an air of unrevealed secret.

"what is this?"

He Wanluo wanted to open the bottle, but was stopped by Po Meng, who smiled and said, "It contains a goblin, who can fulfill one of your wishes within his reach, and open it when you really need it."

After hearing this, He Wanluo quickly put away the small bottle, thinking about what wish to make, or say that he wants to be the richest person in the world.

"Alo, come back quickly."

He Wanluo, who was daydreaming, was startled suddenly, as if he heard a familiar voice calling him.

From the time he realized that he was dead, he gradually felt that he could not remember many things in his life, but he remembered this voice, it was the voice of a very important person.The voice called his name one after another, making him inexplicably sore and want to cry.

It seems that he still has a lot of things to do, and he still has a bond with that person. How could he just die like this?

"I'm sorry, Brother Bai," thinking of this, he looked at Bai Wuchang firmly and said, "It seems that someone is calling me, I have to go back."

This is also the first time Bai Wuchang has seen such a strange thing happen. He was just about to grab him and study it, but he saw that He Wanluo's figure, which was standing in front of him just now, suddenly became lighter and began to float upwards, penetrating the underworld. The top of the mountain, heading towards the world.

Before leaving, He Wanluo waved to Bai Wuchang politely and said, "Mother-in-law, Brother Bai, see you next time."

After finishing speaking, He Wanluo disappeared into the dark underworld, leaving behind Bai Wuchang with a dazed expression and mouth shut.

This...hell?No, he seems to be a ghost himself, he should have seen people alive!

He Wanluo followed the direction of the voice and kept drifting. He only knew that he wanted to see the owner of the voice immediately. If he was no longer there, he would be very sad. When he thought of that person being sad, he always felt a tear in his heart. It's like my whole heart is going to split in two.

"Ah Luo, stop being playful and go home quickly."

The cold calls, like the morning bells and drums of the mountain temple, echoed in this timeless void, and every sound hit He Wanluo's heart, guiding him on his way home.

"I am back."

Finally He Wanluo found the source of the sound.

That person sat next to his body, holding his hand tightly, there was a light blue fluorescent light passing from that person's palm to his.He just kept staring at the lifeless body in his arms, and murmured his name.

A day and a night have passed, and He Wanluo still has no vital signs.

Jing Ling's palms began to sweat coldly, he didn't know if He Wanluo drank Meng Po soup, if he had already entered the path of reincarnation, then he would not be able to recall his soul.

It was as if God had heard the call in Jing Ling's heart for the first time. In the next moment, the person in his arms began to breathe evenly, and the cold hand he was holding slowly warmed up, with the sound of a beating pulse.

He is back.

Jing Ling was overjoyed, he had always disrespected gods and Buddhas, and was not afraid of ghosts, but now he thanked the Eighteenth Hall of Hades in the underworld for returning the person he wanted.

Although He Wanluo was breathing, he was still in a coma due to the serious injury and blood loss.But as long as he's alive, it's fine.Jing Ling sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the big boy with a handsome face. In the quiet room, only the sound of He Wanluo's quiet breathing remained.

"Wang Wang-"

Awu's cry interrupted this moment of tranquility.

Jing Ling remembered that Ah Wu was protecting the law for him outside, and now the sudden yelling must be a warning to him, someone is coming.Jing Ling frowned, who was interrupting at this time, he got up and went out, closing the door softly.Not wanting to disturb the people inside, Jing Ling swiped her ten fingers and formed a barrier at the door of the bedroom before going downstairs.Seeing Jing Ling coming out, Ah Wu hurriedly hid at the entrance of the barrier, saving his life.

Almost at the same moment when Jing Ling went down to the hall, the door was broken.

A huge ice cone broke into the door from the outside, and the violent impact smashed the door into pieces. Jing Ling didn't need to think about who wrote this violent way.When the gate was broken, the whole house was surrounded by another barrier. The familiar atmosphere of this barrier made Jing Ling feel deeply disgusted.

A short-haired man flashed in from the door, and rushed straight to Jing Ling's face at a fast speed. Jing Ling dodged the attack of the approaching man.Seeing that he didn't meet Jing Ling, the visitor tapped his feet on the ground and turned around, and then attacked again with his next move.

At the same time, another person at the door turned the broken ice into chains and attacked Jing Ling.Bingsuo seemed to be alive, and kept chasing Jing Ling relentlessly.Jing Ling was attacked from the back and back, and why Wanluo spent more than half of his skills to continue his life just now, he couldn't even gather water arrows, and gradually struggled in front of a strong enemy.

Under the attack from both sides, Jing Ling was forced to retreat. She took a punch from the person in front of her, and had no time to think about her back. She was swept away by Bingsuo, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. Jing Ling's movements stopped, and Bingsuo took advantage of the situation. Lock Jing Ling.

The short-haired man grabbed the chain, tied Jing Ling tightly, cut his hands behind his back and pressed him to the ground, snorted coldly, and began to ask, "Where is the Wuxiang Umbrella?"

"lost."

"Lost it?" The short-haired man obviously didn't believe Jing Ling's words, "Don't argue, my father sent me and my third brother here this time to thoroughly investigate this matter."

Jing Ling didn't want to talk nonsense with the person in front of her.

"You poked a hole that reached the sky back then, if it weren't for..." The person behind coughed softly, and the short-haired man stopped what he almost blurted out, with contempt in his eyes, "In short, you bastard should not have continued to live."

Hearing the word bastard, a murderous intent flashed in Jing Ling's eyes, but now she is under the control of others.With his original skills, he might barely be able to draw with these two, let alone less than half of them now.

"Jing Mu, there seems to be something wrong with him." Jing Yun, known as the third brother, reminded the short-haired man.

After hearing Jing Yun's words, Jing Mu also felt that something was wrong, no matter how useless this person was, he still had their blood, and he couldn't be so weak that he couldn't even shoot a water arrow.Jing Mu leaned closer to Jing Ling and took a closer look. He seemed a little surprised, with a look of disgust in his eyes, "You actually used the forbidden technique of changing fate against the sky and robbing people from the underworld? Our family has never been involved in the right and wrong of the Three Realms, and you used it without permission." Forbidden technique, I can end your life on the spot!"

"Jing Mu, don't kill him."

"Third brother, what are you doing talking for him?"

"Father's confession is to capture alive, and besides, we have to have an explanation with the underworld about Wuxiang Umbrella." Jing Yun has been standing at the door, as if unwilling to take a step in, although his tone has always been polite, there is something in his eyes like Jing Mu's. of contempt.

Jing Ling hated this kind of contemptuous gaze, the person who most wanted him to die in this world was his blood relatives.

"Come back with us to see your father."

At this moment, Jing Ling has no ability to resist. This sentence, which is similar to a discussion tone, is said by Jing Yun under this situation, which is more like a unilateral notice.Jing Mu's temper was a little more irritable, and without waiting for Jing Ling to react, he slapped him unconscious with a palm, and walked out dragging the chain.