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This night was destined to be uneasy.

Luo Yiyi first saw the small mound of earth and the upside-down wine jar not far away. She suddenly had an idea and broke away from Qi Gui who was helping her dry clothes. She staggered to the mound of earth, wanting to follow the same method to dig out her own grave.

"I didn't expect that there is a grave of my own in the underworld? Is it popular here to worship myself? Never mind! Guigui's grave alone is too lonely. I will be buried next to Guigui to accompany you!"

She was pulling weeds while talking, and was obviously planning to dig a hole with her bare hands, but Qi Gui stopped her with his quick eyes and hands. However, he also used magic to help her dig out another small hole in the earth.

Holding another string of candied haws that Qi Gui took out, Luo Yiyi squinted and looked at it for a long time.

Just when Qi Gui almost thought that she recognized that this was just a candied haws and not his own body, Luo Yiyi asked him a soul-searching question.

"Eh? I remember I drowned in the lake, so why am I covered in blood? Guigui, shouldn't someone who drowns be covered in water?"

Qi Gui conducted severe self-criticism, and then lied to others against his conscience.

"This is not blood. Master was wearing red clothes when he fell into the water, so this is just the color of the clothes."

"Red clothes?"

Luo Yiyi thought about it in a daze, slowly lowered her head to look at her dress, and continued to question herself.

"But why am I not wearing red clothes now? After becoming a ghost, shouldn't I wear the clothes I wore when I died?"

At this moment, Qi Gui inexplicably thought of those wild ideas that he had heard Luo Yiyi say before, and explained them gently.

"Master, have you forgotten? Unless a person is a fierce ghost who died unjustly, his soul will change into the most beautiful form he had when he was alive after his death. Master is the most beautiful one right now."

No matter how much flattery is said, Luo Yiyi only listened to the two key words "most beautiful" and accepted Qi Gui's explanation very readily. She happily buried "herself who drowned in red clothes" in the pit, filled it with mud, and finally placed a wine jar upside down on it.

Qi Gui couldn't help but ask, "Why did Master put a wine jar on the grave?"

"Wine jar?"

Luo Yiyi was stunned, then pointed at the wine jar and corrected Qi Gui's statement.

"Ghost, is there something wrong with your eyes after you became a ghost? This is a house, a house that can protect us from the wind and rain. If we don't build a house on the grave, it will leak when it rains, and our bodies will be soaked and rotten, right?"

"Master is right. I was just shortsighted and didn't see it."

The truly short-sighted person patted Qi Gui's chest with satisfaction, leaving several overlapping distinct black palm prints on his white clothes, then pulled up his arm and ran to the Nine-Curve Bridge.

This time, fearing that she would jump into the water again, Qi Gui didn't dare to leave her side even for a moment.

Luo Yi stood leaning against Qi Gui, shook his head which was dizzy again due to the intense running, then pointed at the Nine-Curve Bridge and said to Qi Gui.

"Guigui, do you know? This is called the 'Naihe Bridge', and the area under the bridge is called the 'Forget River'. As long as you walk across this bridge, you will see an old woman who specializes in giving people soup. Her name is 'Meng Po'. If you drink Meng Po's soup, you will forget all your past events, and you can happily reincarnate and be reborn as a human being again!"

"Master, do you want to drink Meng Po soup and be reborn?"

Luo Yiyi raised her head. Although she couldn't see Qi Gui's face clearly in her daze, that familiar face had already been engraved in her mind.

"I don't want to! I don't want to drink Meng Po soup. I don't want to forget Gui Gui! Even if I become a ghost without a home, I still want to be with Gui Gui forever. So Gui Gui, you are not allowed to drink Meng Po soup. Otherwise... even if I become a ghost, I will not let your reincarnation go!"

Qi Gui reached out and moved a strand of hair that was stuck to Luo Yiyi's face behind her ear. His warm fingers touched the sensitive earlobe, causing Luo Yiyi to shrink her neck.

"Disciple will obey Master's orders! If Master wants to remain a ghost, I will become the strongest ghost and stay by Master's side. If Master wants to reincarnate, I will never drink the Meng Po soup. I will definitely find Master's reincarnation and stay by Master's side forever."

"Gui Gui is so good! Hehehe..."

Different from her usual perfunctory smile, Luo Yiyi showed a silly smile.

Pulling Qi Gui away from the Nine-Turn Bridge and coming to the recliner, Luo Yiyi let go of Qi Gui's hand, climbed onto the recliner and lay down, sighing comfortably.

"This underworld has a nice environment, not much different from reality. Guigui, since we are about to start our new life as ghosts, why don't we celebrate?"

"How would you like to celebrate, Master?"

"In such a cool breeze and bright moon, it is inevitable that my heart is moved. Why don't I sing a song first?"

Qi Gui glanced at Luo Rourou and Luo Cheese who were hiding behind a tree not far away and peeking at this place, and casually set up a soundproof barrier around the two of them.

"Master, please sing. I would like to listen to a piece of heavenly music."

Luo Yiyi sat up suddenly, cleared her throat, and when she opened her mouth, the devilish sound pierced her ears.

"I'm a little chicken. Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp. I'm a little duck. Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack. I'm..."

After the song was over, Luo Yiyi was obviously still not satisfied and completely forgot the original intention of "everyone singing together" and started singing the second song.

Until Luo Rourou and Luo Cheese fell asleep in each other's arms, Luo Yiyi's howl to the sky was still echoing in the barrier.

It was almost noon the next day.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as Luo Yiyi struggled to wake up from her coma. The next second, she felt a stabbing pain in her head.

"Hiss! Why does it hurt so much?"

It wasn't just her head that hurt. After she sat up with difficulty, she found that her whole body was slightly sore. Although she was not injured, it was not a good feeling.

She raised her hand and knocked her head, trying hard to recall what happened last night but couldn't remember anything.

"Huh? Why did I lose my memory? I seemed to return to the courtyard last night, and saw Gui Gui, who was sad, under the tree. I should have wanted to persuade him, and then...what happened?"

She endured the pain and thought hard for a long time but to no avail. Fortunately, she stopped worrying about it and got up from the bed to wash.

She opened the door with her hair loose, and saw a straight figure standing outside the door - it was Qi Gui, the only one who knew what happened last night.

As if he had just heard the noise, he turned around, his face as gentle as ever.

"Master, you are up. I will comb your hair for you."

Luo Yiyi nodded in agreement, then returned to the room and sat in front of the dressing table.

Looking at Qi Gui in the mirror who was combing her hair with a wooden comb in her hand, Luo Yiyi hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"Gui Gui, did anything happen last night?"

Qi Gui seemed very surprised: "Master, don't you remember?"

Luo Yiyi admitted nervously: "From the time I saw you, I can't remember anything after that. Did something unexpected happen that caused me to lose my memory?"

Qi Gui was obviously stunned for a moment before he regained his gentle smile.

"Master, don't worry. Nothing unexpected happened. It was just that the wine in the jar was spilled and evaporated into the air. Master accidentally inhaled it and got drunk."

"So...did I say or do anything?"

Looking at Luo Yiyi's cautious expression, Qi Gui recalled the honest and noisy little master last night and couldn't help but chuckle.

Luo Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, fearing that she had said something she shouldn't have, such as - the original plot.