Meng Po! Meng Xiang!
To Hell?
Looking at King Chujiang's message, that seemed to be the case.
Ye Zichen licked his dry lips and looked at the message hesitantly.
"Are you sure I can go now?"
"Master, if you're coming, please come as soon as possible. I don't know when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will go into seclusion again. When that time comes, you might have to wait for a long time. "
King Chujiang raised his eyebrows. Ye Zichen glanced at Liu Jing, then thought for a moment.
"Then open the door for me!"
His heart thumped wildly. He was going to the underworld soon …
No one would believe that a mere mortal like him could actually go to Hell. Of course … he didn't dare to say it out loud either.
"Please wait a moment."
Approximately three minutes later, a vertical eye that looked like a spatial crack appeared in Ye Zichen's bedroom. At the same time, a message from King Chujiang rang out on his phone.
"Master, you can come in directly."
"No one came to pick me up?" Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows. I have to be careful, what if this King Chujiang is trying to screw me over?
"Master, we, the King Yanluo of Hell, have no way of entering and exiting the mortal realm as we please. The ghost messengers are also out catching ghosts, so we really can't send people to pick you up! "
King Chujiang revealed a helpless expression. Ye Zichen twitched his mouth towards him.
"Alright, I'll go by myself."
Ye Zichen patted Liu Jing's head, then put his phone back into his pocket.
"Let's go to the Underworld to revive you."
Whoosh.
The scene suddenly changed.
When Ye Zichen emerged from the spatial rift, he appeared on an ancient bridge. Right in front of the bridge was a stone tablet, and its name was Helplessness!
"Another newcomer … If I'm so busy, I'm really going to quit."
When she saw that Ye Zichen and Liu Jing didn't move, she raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong with you?
"What are you waiting for? Come here!"
"Ao ao!" Ye Zichen gulped, then walked over. When he got closer, he asked with a look of confusion. "You are Meng Po, right?"
"You know me?"
The girl's appearance had nothing to do with the word "grandma". She seemed to be about the same age as Liu Jing.
"Forget it, the dead should know me. I'm Meng Po. Both of you drink the two bowls of soup here and go inside! But why didn't the two of you come in with any Ghost Envoys? "
Meng Po asked in confusion. Ye Zichen immediately raised his eyebrows with a smile,
"We're not here to reincarnate. I'm actually a living person, and this little girl is a ghost. I brought her here to revive her. "
Meng Po blinked, tilted her head, and suddenly burst out laughing.
"You really know how to joke, kid. How could a mortal come to the Underworld? Do you know what kind of ghost this is? It's a virgin ghost. If she's resurrected, she'll be an immortal … "
"Immortal?"
"Well, since there aren't many people around, I'll chat with you for a while." Meng Po pulled out a small chair from the side and sat down, then crossed her legs. "There's no need to say much about the treasures needed for a ghost to be resurrected. It's even possible to forcefully create an immortal. The little girl beside you is a virgin, so she has the best absorption rate for those treasures. The lowest is a Human Immortal, and the highest is a Sky Immortal … However, brat, I'm not trying to discourage you, but the item of resurrection is a precious treasure even for the people of the Heavenly Court. Say, you're a mortal, and you want to resurrect her? Are you joking with big sister? "
"…"
Ye Zichen looked at her in confusion. Meng Po thought that she was right, so she raised her eyebrows with a smile, "You made me speechless, right?
Here, Meng Po's soup, one bowl for each of us. Hurry up and drink it! "
"I really came to resurrect her. King Chujiang told me to come," Ye Zichen revealed a look of helplessness. Meng Po raised her eyebrows with a smile, "So you know about King Chujiang. You did a lot of homework in the Modern Realm!"
"Everything I said is true!" Ye Zichen sighed helplessly. "If you don't believe me, then go and ask King Chujiang. Don't you guys have employee groups?"
…
Meng Po's expression drastically changed.
The employee group was an internal thing of the Underworld. Even ghosts that have been dead for a long time would not know about it unless they were ghost servants.
This person actually knows about the employee group.
This caused Meng Po to lose her confidence. She glanced at Ye Zichen, then took out her phone and King Chujiang in the group.
Meng Po: King Chujiang, I have a mortal who claims to want to resurrect a virgin ghost.
Ox-Head: You're joking, right?
Horse-Face: Big Brother Ox-Head is right!
Judge Cui: …
Everyone in the group continuously retorted. Even Meng Po felt like she was a bit dumb. How could a mortal possibly resurrect a ghost?
King Chujiang: Hurry up and send that master over. Don't delay him at all. We'll wait for you at the Reincarnation Pool of the Six Halls.
Wow.
Everyone in the group was shocked.
Ox-Head: A master really came?
Horse-Face: Big Brother Ox-Head is right!
Judge Cui: …
Hua Tuo: About this …
Meng Po looked up in confusion at Ye Zichen, who stood in front of her with a blank look.
Zoom.
Meng Po quickly stood up from the chair, then put her phone back into her pocket with a giggle.
"Master, I have offended you just now. Please forgive me!"
"Now you believe me, right?" Ye Zichen sighed helplessly. Meng Po immediately nodded with a wry smile, "I believe you, I believe you. I'll take you to the Reincarnation Pool of the Six Halls right now …"
"Then where are you …"
Ye Zichen pointed at her roadside stall. Meng Po chuckled, then shouted towards the stall, "Hey, come out and help me watch for a while.
"Hey, come out and help me watch for a while. I'll help you watch for half an hour!"
"Okay."
Not long later, a middle-aged woman walked out from the stall. From the looks of it, she was dressed the exact same as Meng Po.
"… Meng Po isn't the only one in the Underworld!"
"Mhmm, only those above the level of Ghost Marshal are the only ones here. The others are all employees," little Meng Po giggled. Ye Zichen shook his head with a smile, "What are you called?"
"I'm … Meng Xiang! This name was given to me by Uncle Chujiang! " Meng Xiang scratched her head with a smile. "You must be wondering why I became Meng Po at such a young age, right? Actually, I'm only seventeen!"
"So young!"
"Mhmm, I was seventeen when I died, so I've always been seventeen. But that's what Uncles Yama told me! "
Meng Xiang giggled. Ye Zichen was momentarily stunned, then his expression changed.
"Sorry!"
"It's nothing!" Meng Xiang maintained her calm smile. "I'm already used to it. I'm already dead, so what's the point of thinking so much?"
As they chatted, the three of them arrived in front of a glorious palace.
"We're here," Meng Xiang giggled.
Meng Xiang giggled. Ye Zichen subconsciously let out a long sigh, then gripped Liu Jing's hand tightly.
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