The ghost froze.

Meng Liangliang also froze. Qiu Jinhao hadn't seen her for many years, and her appearance was filtered by Yue Lao, but he still recognized her.

Qiu Jinhao called her sister a limited number of times, and each time it was accompanied by the arrival of the moth. This time, Qiu Jinhao's "sister" shouted particularly sincerely, unprecedented sincerity.

He said, "Sister, save me, I am your brother, I am your own brother." ”

He said: "Sister, I am the only boy in the Qiu family, and the Qiu family is all pointing at me." I can't die, I can't die. ”

He said, "Sister, you can help me." I was killed, I was unjustly killed. I didn't hurt her, I didn't let her die. I just made a joke with her, it's really none of my business, it's none of my business. I don't deserve to die, I don't deserve to die. ”

"I was wrong," he said. Sister, I was wrong. I was ignorant when I was a child, you forgive me. ”

He said, "I don't go to hell, I don't go." You let me follow you, I follow you, I protect. I protect you, sister. ”

......

Inexplicable complex emotions grew from the bottom of Meng Liangliang's heart. At this moment, should she be moved by anxiety, or should she laugh heartily?

In the end, she was neither moved nor laughed heartily. She silently turned her head and continued to walk towards Meng Pozhuang. Qiu Jinhao's voice kept coming from behind him, the volume became higher and higher, and his words became more and more warm. However, she felt that those voices were cold and hard, like marbles smashed on tempered glass, clear and clear, but they couldn't fall into her heart.

She even felt that there was a hint of absurdity in this situation.

The ghost cha kept watching Meng Liangliang until her figure completely disappeared from sight, and then he tightened the chains with his ruthless hand and warned Qiu Jinhao to shut up. The ghost cha looked up again and looked in the direction of Meng Pozhuang, feeling that he was a careful person - how could a dignified god monarch be favoritism.

Then again, if the Divine Monarch had thought of favoritism, he would not have given this soul to him.

Thinking of this, the ghost cha was even more relieved, and finally emphatically pointed to the manzhu sawa who was trampled down and said to Qiu Jinhao: "Did you hear it?

Meng Pozhuang's jeweled aura dispelled the inexplicable viscous emotion in Meng Liangliang's heart.

The Meng Pozhuang in front of you is no longer the original Meng Pozhuang, it is full of jewels, exuding such a nouveau riche smell. In fact, Meng Liangliang also felt that this taste was really not good, but she was greedy for the sense of security brought by this breath.

What else could Meng Po's job be? In addition to cooking soup, it is to send souls, and to send souls that are so obsessed that even skin ghosts can't charm them.

Meng Liangliang has never been a person with a sense of ceremony. And Jiang has always been a ghost with only a sense of ceremony, and she is extremely enthusiastic to help Meng Liangliang change her clothes and freshen up.

For Jiang's "dress", Meng Liangliang has a deep shadow. She clearly refused, turned around and walked quickly towards the "workshop", the fluffy ponytail that was blown wild by the wind shook the back of her head, and the ten fingers of Jiang were itchy, and she finally resisted the urge to go up and comb it.

The "Workplace" is spacious and elegant, and it is a good place for a conversation. Meng Liangliang found that the windows of this house were very large, and the window was the Lechuan River. The river is wide, the water is clear, flowing silently, and there is no place to go.

I don't know how long I stood there, but the door on the other side "creaked" open.

Meng Liangliang thought: This door should be oiled with some oil.

When she turned around and looked at the soul that Qing Yong had brought in, she was stunned. The other party was also stunned.

Meng Liangliang never expected that the first soul she received was actually Professor Chu.

She was still listening to him the day before yesterday. Without any warning, just a few dozen hours later, the teacher who took care of her a lot actually changed his form to meet her.

Meng Liangliang opened his mouth, and suddenly found that he couldn't say anything. After being silent for a long time, she said a sentence in a muffled voice, "Does Teacher Chu still drink tea?"

"Oh. Professor Chu came back to his senses, nodded and added, "Little green mandarin." ”

Meng Liangliang turned his head to look at Jiang, and Jiang went to get the tea set knowingly.

Yong had already retreated, and there were only two teachers and students left in the room. Professor Chu moved two steps, poked his head slightly and asked, "Liangliang, you take classes during the day and come here at night to be Meng Po?"

Professor Chu's expression was curious and surprised, but there was no sadness and depression that matched the atmosphere. Despite this, Meng Liangliang, who has always talked a lot, only responded with a low "um". She walked over to the tea table and pulled out a chair and invited Professor Chu to sit down.

After Professor Chu sat down, he looked at the furnishings in the room, and asked Meng Liangliang very homely, "Are you okay here?"

Meng Liangliang felt more and more speechless, so he only nodded and replied in a muffled voice: "It's okay." ”

As soon as she sat down, a booklet appeared on the tea case in front of her, which recorded Professor Chu's life and the annotations given by the judge's office. He taught and educated people all his life, was virtuous, and was a meritorious person. The underworld is always very efficient with this kind of person, so he can arrange reincarnation as soon as he enters the underworld.

Jiang fetched a tea pot and a set of purple sand tea sets. Meng Liangliang took it and took them out of the box in the same way and put them away. The moment I looked down, liquid dripped from my eyes.

A pair of white hands reached out as quickly as lightning, and the light of the fingertips flowed, conjuring up a glass vial, and accurately catching the drop.

"Catch it! It's okay, it's okay - Lao Wang said that the tears of Master Meng Po are a very special kind of Lethe water, which is extremely precious. ”

The voice was pleasant to the ear, and the speed of the speech seemed to be innately cheerful. There is no one else but ginger.

Meng Liangliang followed the prestige, only to see Jiang still holding the glass bottle, looking at the tears in her other eye socket.

This tone, this content, this expression! suddenly pushed back the tears in Meng Liangliang's eyes.

Jiang's professional experience woke up after realizing it, and she felt that she should take care of her Shenjun's emotions at this moment and say something humane. So Jiang said more cheerfully: "This old gentleman can cast a noble life in the next life." Great joy! Mrs. Meng should be happy. ”

Life and death are but the end of a journey and the beginning of a new one. The new journey will have a better scenery and a more comfortable experience. There is indeed nothing to be sad about, and indeed it is worth rejoicing.

But Meng Liangliang just couldn't be happy. When you open your mouth, your eye sockets will be warm and your nose will be sore.

But Professor Chu laughed and said, "Everyone has such a day." Don't cry, it's not worth it. ”