The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Lu Zhaoling didn't know what these old ghosts were in a hurry for or what they were afraid of.

But she thought she should ask Meng Po first.

Forgetful River, Naihe Bridge.

Opposite the faint water pipe is the Stone of Rebirth.

Outside the Hall of Rebirth, let go of the past and welcome the new life in a clean and pure manner.

Now, a few lights on the bridge head flickered, and there was a faint blue mist floating around. The bridge looked a little unreal on the glowing river.

There are two people on this side of the bridge at this moment.

Oh no, two ghosts.

It looked like they had just come out of the King of Hell's Palace and finally sent two people here to the afterlife.

But they stood there hesitantly, and were being polite to each other, letting the other cross the bridge first.

It seems that even though they have arrived here, the psychological pressure and fear that the bridge has brought to them still exist.

Lu Zhaoling walked over.

The two ghosts saw her.

"Huh? Was this the girl who was standing behind us just now?"

"No, isn't the person behind us an old man who was starved to death by his own son?"

They had all been queuing there for a long time before, so they knew what was going on behind them.

"Did this girl cut in line?"

"No way? That old man is pitiful enough, and someone cuts in line with him?"

They looked at Lu Zhaoling with complicated eyes.

There is both disgust and wariness.

"Such a pretty girl who cuts in line, will she be married into a wealthy family and become a daughter in her next life?"

The other ghost shook his head in disagreement, "She already looks like the daughter of a wealthy family. In her next life, she should be a mistress or lady of some kind."

"That's true," the ghost said in a low voice, a little worried. "Hey, you said she was born right after us. I said I'd be born into a farmer's family in my next life, and you just said you might be born into a coachman's family. So, don't you think we'll be at her beck and call in our next lives?"

Although they spoke quietly, Lu Zhaoling still heard it.

She suddenly felt dumbfounded.

These two ghosts really think a lot.

"Hey, you two, are you going to cross the bridge or not?"

A shout came from the bridge, and it sounded like a woman's voice.

The two ghosts were frightened again.

Lu Zhaoling simply walked forward.

Both ghosts are men, one in his fifties and the other around forty.

They should be in the same state they were when they died. The older one died of natural causes. He lived in poverty, ate poorly, worked hard, and his body was already in poor condition due to overwork. He died of a cold in his fifties.

This guy, about 40 years old, fell to death.

"You two, I didn't cut in line, so hurry up and cross the bridge. Meng Po is calling you, if you delay any longer, she'll be angry."

As soon as Lu Zhaoling finished speaking, the woman on the bridge started cursing.

"What are you talking about, you little brat? You just love to tell lies about me. I'm a very good-tempered person, so how could I get angry that easily?"

The two ghosts looked at Lu Zhaoling blankly.

"Is that Meng Po's voice?"

Lu Zhaoling nodded.

"Why doesn't it sound like an old woman's voice?"

It doesn’t feel that old.

"Because Meng Po is not very old. She refuses to admit her age. You are not young either, so don't call her an old lady." Lu Zhaoling said to them with one hand covering her mouth.

But she didn't lower her voice.

So as expected, Meng Po scolded her again, "What do you mean by refusing to accept old age? I'm not old to begin with!"

Lu Zhaoling gave the two ghosts a look and said, "Look."

"Are you coming or not?" Meng Po's voice already showed impatience.

"Come on, come on!"

The two ghosts didn't bother to be polite to each other anymore and ran towards the bridge at the same time.

Just now, the ghost from the King of Hell told them that although they would be ordinary people in their next life, from a relatively poor family, their lives were actually not bad and they could survive by working hard. Moreover, they would have both parents, wives and children by their side, and their lives would not be short.

Although poor, I can live a peaceful life.

It was said that this was already a very good fate. Furthermore, it was said that if one quickly reincarnated now, one could be born into a peaceful and prosperous age.

This means they don’t have to experience war and disaster in their lives, how wonderful it is.

The two ghosts had experienced famine in their lives. Although they survived, they were left with lifelong psychological trauma from the hunger they suffered during the famine years.

Watching them get on the bridge, Lu Zhaoling followed them.

There was an old lady with silver hair but a face that was not very old. Beside her was a table with two bowls of medicine on it. They were steaming hot, but the soup was milky white with a hint of green. Didn't it look a bit delicious?

This is Meng Po and her soup.

The two ghosts had been waiting in line in the underworld for a long time. They were just feeling nervous before reincarnation, so they were not that afraid of Meng Po anymore.

They even took a look at Meng Po.

You say Meng Po isn't that old? Isn't her hair already white? However, her face certainly doesn't look like an old woman.

Meng Po glared at them and said angrily, "What are you looking at? One bowl each, and drink it all in one gulp!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

The two ghosts quickly picked up the bowl and smelled it. They couldn’t describe what the taste was like, but they felt it wouldn’t be unpalatable.

"Hurry up! Do you still need to clink glasses?" Meng Po urged again.

Lu Zhaoling laughed beside him, "Two uncles, cheers? It's fate that we were reincarnated at the same time."

"Well, I think it's okay. Come on, brother."

"Dude, fuck."

The two ghosts actually clinked their bowls together, then stepped forward and drank it all in one gulp.

Only after they put down their bowls and crossed the bridge did Meng Po look at Lu Zhaoling.

She looked Lu Zhaoling up and down.

"Want to see?"

As Lu Zhaoling spoke, he opened his arms and turned around in front of her.

"I'll show you everything from front to back. Do you want me to turn around a little more?"

Meng Po sneered, "Oh, spin, turn into a spinning top, I like to watch."

Lu Zhaoling approached her, and while she wasn't paying attention, he hugged her arm and put his face close to hers.

"Oh, Mengmeng! We haven't seen each other for so long, why are you still so unfriendly to me?"

"Let go!"

Meng Po tried to shake her off, but Lu Zhaoling held her tightly. Of course, Meng Po didn't try too hard; it was obvious she was just putting on an act.

"You're already grown up, but you're still doing the same thing as when you were little!"

There was a hint of blame in Meng Po's tone.

Lu Zhaoling immediately understood something from her words. Meng Po really knew her when she was a child.

This definitely does not refer to when she was in Zunyi Temple, because when she was a child in Zunyi Temple, her master watched her closely and asked her to study the mysterious arts well. She only came down when she grew up.

The one Meng Po was talking about was her during the first Xuanmen period.

"Meng Meng, you are the best. I want to ask you something." Lu Zhaoling smiled.

"Do you want to ask what Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai are busy with recently?" Meng Po snorted.