Angry?!

One sentence suddenly woke Meng Liangliang up from his memories. She was in a mess just now, and the booklet was very thick, so she didn't look through it carefully. At this moment, she followed the place pointed out by Jiang, swept it at a glance, and then read it word by word.

The cause of Professor Chu's death was a heart attack, and the cause of the heart attack was that Chu Wanyun had a big dispute with him over Fang Lian.

I see.

That's exactly what happened!

That's why Professor Chu didn't go to Wangxiangtai. I don't want to see it, but I still can't rest assured. I was angry, but I still tried my best to plan for Chu Wanyun.

Meng Liangliang looked at the words on the booklet and was distracted for a while.

At this time, Jiang Hou realized that the Lord Meng Po in front of him had not yet adapted to the life of the underworld, and his thinking was still in the direction of human beings. At this moment, she should say something humane.

The question is, how do you say something humane?

As a skin-painter, Jiang began to think about the human touch.

In the first half minute, Jiang was full of confidence. Most of the ghosts who entered Meng Pozhuang had human characteristics, and she had seen countless of them, and if she wanted to say a few words to suit the situation, she couldn't catch them.

Half a minute later, Jiang sighed again and again: human beings are really complicated. I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out. I can't think of it, I can't think of it.

A minute later, Jiang gave up completely: she had seen a lot of ghosts, but she either directly handed the soup or confused them, luring them to drink the soup, and she never went out of her mind.

This kind of thing is really nerve-wracking and skin-wrenching.

The room fell silent for a long time. This silence was finally broken by Meng Liangliang, "Can the life and death book of the Judge's Mansion be viewed?"

This question is much simpler. Jiang immediately replied, "Of course you can check it as Lord Meng. Do you want to see the living or the undead?"

"Living. Can you find it?"

Meng Liangliang wanted to check Chu Wanyun's book of life and death. Understand the direction of Chu Wanyun's fate, and complete Professor Chu's entrustment. It's a convenient shortcut. However, then, Jiang's words clearly told her that this shortcut would not work.

"If you are a living person, you can only look at the past, not the future. Although the merits and debts of the previous life will affect the blessings and misfortunes of this life, it is only a general direction, and how a person will live and what will happen in his life is not under the control of the underworld.

What the prefecture can write in detail is the number of life. Even if it is written, it does not mean that there will be no changes. It is possible that there was an accident and he entered the city of vain death halfway, or Fu Hou was lucky and lived a few more years.

Therefore, there is only the past of the living in the book of life and death, and there is no future. ”

So what else is there to check!

"Forget it. Meng Liangliang put this matter aside for the time being, stood up and walked outside.

She chose a place with a wide view and a haunted place in the sea of flowers, and carefully planted the seed.

When a life ends, drinking Meng Po soup and walking across the Nai He Bridge is the beginning of another life. It has nothing to do with the previous life, and it is no longer the person in the previous life.

Meng Po soup, forget the dust soup. Forget all the joys and sorrows of your life, unforgettable, and return everything to zero. Or rather, to wipe out everything.

A lifetime's experience has turned into a chunk of words without temperature, drowning into the vast materials of the judge's mansion, and the emotional obsession of a lifetime has been condensed into a flower seed, growing and blooming silently on the bank of the Lechuan River, proving that there was once such a person in the world, and a concern turned into an obsession.

This is the reincarnation of beings in the Six Realms.

These manju sawa look no different. If you look closely, you can see that each plant has the characteristics of each plant. This is not the case with all living beings.

Meng Liangliang raised his head, only to see the fiery red color spread all over the riverbank, spreading towards the boundless distance, and the end of his eyes was endless.

For the first time, she thinks about life and the world from a new perspective.

Of course, Meng Liangliang is usually very busy. She has never stopped to think about life and the world. The angle is different every time.

Probably not used to thinking about this kind of thing. Meng Liangliang soon felt a trace of uneasiness - it was a shame to waste time.

She patted the mud crumbs on her hands and asked Jiang, who was poking not far away, "Can you take away the ghosts in the dead city?" Is there any procedure that needs to be followed? Who do you have to contact for it?"

Jiang was stunned by Meng Liangliang's sudden question, "No." This is absolutely not possible. ”

Jiang was a little apprehensive. Why did Master Meng Po suddenly ask this, did she want to take away any known souls? It doesn't make sense, just now when she sent the soul across the bridge, she heard a gossip that the god monarch of their family didn't even buy her brother's account.

There's a case for everything. What if that's really the case? How can she be persuaded?

Jiang Zheng twisted his delicate eyebrows and thought about it, and then heard Meng Liangliang say, "That's it...... Can that take you to the Yang World?"

Jiang's thinking turned in a different direction: Why did the Divine Monarch's thinking jump so much! Human beings are still as complex as ever.

"There is a world for the living and the dead. Ghosts and ghosts must declare in advance and get a permit to walk in the yang world, otherwise they will violate the law of yin. If I want to leave the underworld, I have to submit an application to the underworld first. ”

"Just take it with you. Meng Liangliang breathed a sigh of relief, "You pack up and leave with me, bring a few more skins." ”

Jiang agreed to do it crisply, and he didn't even ask the reason. She didn't ask, and Meng Liangliang couldn't hold back her explanation. "I can't say a word or two. Anyway, I'll have to pretend to be a ghost master for a while. How can a ghost master not have a ghost, don't you say? It's not like a ghost to have only one ghost. So, you've got to come with me, and you have to bring some skin, and pretend I've got a lot of ghosts. ”

Compared to looking for ghosts elsewhere, taking ginger with you has more than one or two benefits. If there are any questions in the future, she can ask Jiang for advice first. Lao Wang is unreliable, Bai Wuchang often drops the line, and always troubles Lao Wang No. 2, and she is not too embarrassed. With ginger, it's much more convenient.

Such a good idea, why didn't she think of it before. Jiang, as a caring little secretary, didn't remind her that it was okay to operate like this.

Soon, Meng Liangliang knew why Jiang didn't remind her. The efficiency of the underworld is limited, very limited, very limited, extremely limited, it is simply a rare limited edition. It takes hundreds of years for an application to be handed in. Even if you use the privileges of the Divine Monarch, you will have to wait for fifty years.

Fifty years, half the world, not to mention daylily, the daylily field is cold.

With this resentment, in the spirit of responsibility, Meng Liangliang checked the reserve of Meng Po soup, and left the underworld all the way.

It's late at night.

As soon as I stepped out of the junction of yin and yang, the mobile phone rang several times one after another, all of which were group message prompts. Pang Xie and the others didn't talk much, and the last two were to ask her where she went.

Meng Liangliang immediately replied: "There was no signal just now." How's it going over there?"

The group was quiet, but Pang Xie sent a single chat to come over. He sent a string of ellipses.

Meng Liangliang was staring at the string of ellipses and was confused, and Pang Xie sent another message: "We are watching the whip soul refining on the spot. ”

Then another string of ellipses.

Meng Liangliang didn't understand it, "It's over, or not?"

Pang Xie replied: "The word smooth is wrong. It has to be thrilling, dangerous, resounding, bright, peaks and loops, ups and downs, and magnificent ......"

Four-character idioms are constantly popping up on the screen. Meng Liangliang could see that Pang Xie was now extremely excited. You can feel everything he has been through with the hair strands.

If life is a novel, Pang Xie and their experience are properly the plot of the protagonist.

Many people want to be the protagonist, but Meng Liangliang doesn't want to. From the stories Su Xiaonuan told her, a law can be summed up: where the protagonist is, where is the danger.

So she doesn't want to be the protagonist, and she doesn't want to be a supporting role next to the protagonist. Safety first.