The death of Shen Ciwei and Li Mobai was on a very warm winter day.

The first day was Shen Ciwu's eighty-third birthday, and Li Mobai prepared a surprise for her and made a cake by himself.

I don't know if this is the first cake he made for Shen Ci to worry about it, but it is basically overturned.

But this time, he succeeded.

Two white-haired old men and women, who didn't even have teeth, snuggled up to each other in the sunset, smearing cream on the cake all over each other's faces.

Li Mobai looked at Shen Ciwu, her hair was pale, her skin was wrinkled, and her pupils had become cloudy.

But the smile on her face is still as innocent and healing as when they first met each other.

It was on this night that the two were halfway through the agreement, holding hands, and passed away one after another in a dream.

There was no pain, and he was smiling until he died.

The loss of a person is sad for a loved one. But for the departed themselves, more often than not, they don't even know what happened.

Li Mobai only thought that he had a good night's sleep, but when he opened his eyes, he was in a dark blue space.

Everything here is blue, flowers and trees, clouds in the sky, and rivers in the west of Sichuan, so beautiful that people can't believe their eyes.

He tried to find Shen Ciwei, but after looking around, he found that he was the only one in this place.

He walked to the creek and wanted to wade to look on the other side.

But he found that his reflection in the stream had become another face.

It was a young face that was indistinguishable from his usual handsome face, and just as he was wondering, two men in sheer white gauze clothes walked up to him.

They held a pamphlet in their hands, opened it and read: "Li Mobai, the third emperor of the Qi Dynasty, died at the age of twenty-eight?? ”

He read and thought, as if he had made a mistake, and reconfirmed, and wondered even more: "Why do you have more than sixty years to live?" ”

He closed the booklet in his hand, frowned, and said, "Let's go, come with us to see Yan Jun." ”

Before Li Mobai could react, the scene around him changed.

He came to a room where he sat a number of men in crisp suits he had seen in modern times, all in front of what they called computers, typing on keyboards, and looking very busy.

The two demons who led him to the innermost office took him.

The door opened, and in front of the desk in the middle, there was a beautiful woman with black hair and red lips, holding a hookah in one hand and a phone in the other, communicating with the person on the other end.

"I said, can you slow down that earthquake?"

"There are so many people who have come to the underworld to report in the past two days, we have been working overtime every day, and those little ghosts outside are shouting all day long that they are going to be 'rolled' to death, and if you come again, the door of the underworld will have to be broken."

"When the ghost door is opened, these unjust souls will go to the yang world, if the Emperor of Heaven blames him, I will not bear this crime!"

She hung up the phone angrily, and hurriedly said, "Yan Jun, this is."

Yan Jun raised his hand to stop him, "You wait a minute. ”

She dialed another number, and after a short wait, she said to the other end of the phone: "Two days is Chinese New Year's Eve, there must be a lot of people who send money to us here, you organize everyone and let them line up to receive money." ”

"In addition, the inflationary exchange rate also has to have a meeting to find a way to suppress it, I ate a bowl of scallion oil noodles the day before yesterday, and I didn't have a mobile phone and could only pay with the dark currency, and that dead ghost actually asked me for 60 million?"

"You can figure it out, we are here in the underworld, not Zimbabwe, and the process of the yang world is not applicable to us. I'll give you three nights, and you can come up with a plan for me, and that's it. ”

She hung up the phone, looked at Li Mobai and the ghost fork who received it, and her lips opened lightly, "Say, what's the matter?" ”

Ghost Cha: "Yan Jun, this person's name is Li Mobai, and he is the third emperor of the Qi Dynasty. He was supposed to die on April 28, the eighth year of the Qi Dynasty, but he didn't know what went wrong, and he lived for more than sixty years. ”

"Li Mobai?" Yan Jun pondered for a moment, "Why am I so familiar with this name?" That, what does Li Mushen have to do with you? Relatives? ”

Li Mobai has never seen the world again, and he knows where he is now.

He told Yan Jun everything he knew, and Yan Jun covered his forehead, a little headache, "It's that fucking shit Time and Space Administration again!" At the end of the year, how much trouble is it going to cause me? ”

She opened the reincarnation book in her hand, found Li Mobai's name, and checked his past and present lives, before saying: "You don't need to be reincarnated, your descendant Li Mushen has overcome cancer and made outstanding contributions to the yang world, and has also solved the problem of ghost mouths for our ghost-infested underworld, and the Emperor of Heaven has made a great contribution to him." Now you and he will cross over to a body together, and I'll show you who it is."

She flipped through the reincarnation book for a while, and continued: "I found out, it was twenty-four-year-old Li Mushen, who was him before I met Shen Youyou. ”

Li Mobai was surprised: "Me and him? Crossing into a body? What does this mean? ”

Yan Jun gave him a blank look, "Ignorant mortals, stupid and dull as pigs!" The two of you are the same soul, but you have traveled to this body with memories together. In other words, that body will have all the memories of the past life and the later part of the present life, understand? ”

Without waiting for Li Mobai to speak, she waved her hand irritably, "I don't care if you understand?" Hurry up, don't delay the old lady's time! ”

When the words fell, she blew on Li Mobai and pushed him into the time tunnel.

Here, fragments of all the things that have happened in Li Mobai's life keep flashing around.

And after that, there are many more memories of Li Mushen.

In the end, these images all blended together, turned into a blinding light, and burrowed into his mind.

His surroundings suddenly became dark and chaotic, and he opened his eyes and rubbed his sour temples.

Looking around, I sat in a seat on the side of a university study hall.

The sun shone through the blinds, right on his face.

Now he is a new Li Mushen with all the memories of Li Mobai and Li Mushen.

He turned his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on Shen Youyou, who was sitting in the third row behind him.

She tapped her head with a gel pen, as if thinking about some difficult problem.

He heard her ask her roommate beside her: "Xiaoxiao, you said that this Li Mobai recorded in the history books, is he really a tyrant?" He died suddenly, and history is written by the victors. You say, could it be that he was actually a very good emperor, but his experience was tampered with, so he was misunderstood by later generations? ”

"I think so too."

A low, catchy male voice sounded in front of her, responding softly to his words.

Shen Youyou raised his head suddenly, and crashed into Li Mushen's sunny smile, his cheeks flushed slightly.

(End of chapter)