The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

Shen Meng's transparent body floated as she followed the crowd.

Two clusters of blue will-o'-the-wisp flames floated above her head, illuminating her numb face.

The ghosts around are of different shapes, some are missing arms and legs,

Some are completely unrecognizable, and some even look like a ball of black fog.

Everyone had an expression of sadness, fear, or confusion on their face.

Shen Meng looked down at herself.

Fortunately, except for the pale face and worn clothes,

He looks no different from when he was alive, but for some reason, I always feel a chill in my chest.

"Number 6659!"

A pale-faced man in a black robe shouted.

"arrive! "

A burly man with a face full of flesh and a knife wound on his neck responded quickly.

"How did you die?"

“He was hacked to death.”

"Next one, number 6664..."

"Next one, number 6666, number 6666!"

The sharp voice of the man in black robes rang out again, echoing in the empty hall.

Who is this, so cool?

Shen Meng muttered to himself, looking around curiously, looking for the "colleague" with the special number.

"No. 6666, stop looking, I'm calling you!"

A skinny ghost next to her nudged her with his elbow, a playful glint in his hollow eyes.

Shen Meng was startled and looked down at her chest.

A wooden sign was clearly printed with the words "6666" and emitted a faint green light.

It turns out that I am the sixth one... She smiled awkwardly and floated in front of the man in black robe.

"How did you die?"

The man in black robe asked expressionlessly, his tone icy cold without a trace of warmth.

"I……"

Shen Meng bit her lip. The word "suicide" seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't say it out.

Seeing her hesitation, the man in black robe knocked on the table impatiently.

"Hurry up, there are many people waiting behind!"

"me……"

Shen Meng took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and was about to speak when tears started to flow down her face.

"well,"

The black-robed man had seen life and death so often that he sighed helplessly.

"Another suicide, young people nowadays..."

As he spoke, he quickly wrote something down in the notebook in front of him and asked without looking up,

"Tell me, how did he die?"

Shen Meng choked up and told her story in fragments:

Being cheated on, frustrated in career, not understood by family members... all these things are like huge rocks.

The pressure was so severe that she couldn't breathe, and she finally chose this path of no return.

The man in black robe listened quietly, writing without stopping for a moment.

It was not until Shen Meng finished the last word that he closed the notebook and let out a long sigh.

"Ugh……"

He pointed to the sixth door behind him which was emitting a faint green light.

"Go in, someone will arrange your next matters."

Shen Meng took a deep breath and stepped into Gate No. 6. There was a hazy fog in front of him.

She passed through the fog and found herself in a huge square.

Surrounding it are towering black stone pillars, each of which is engraved with ancient runes and emits a faint blue light.

In the center of the square, there is a huge stone platform, on which is placed a thick book of life and death.

Standing next to him was a white-haired old man with deep eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

The old man looked at Shen Meng, smiled slightly, and said:

"Welcome to the underworld, No. 6666, your life book has been recorded.

But before that, you need to undergo a trial to determine the fate of your soul."

Shen Meng was shocked. She had never thought that there would be judgment after death.

The old man seemed to see her doubts and continued:

"The underworld has its own rules. Every soul must undergo trial to determine its status in the underworld and its future fate."

Shen Meng was led to the stone platform, where the old man opened the book of life and death and began to read out her life story.

Every word hit Shen Meng's heart like a heavy hammer.

Her life was full of pain and injustice, but there was no trace of sympathy in the old man's voice, only fairness and calmness.

After the trial, the old man closed the book of life and death and said to Shen Meng:

"Although your life is full of suffering, your choices are not without fault. The underworld will give you a chance.

Let you find your place in many worlds,

Perhaps, you can also learn how to face hardship and how to be strong."

The old man's kind voice echoed in the empty hall. He stretched out his skinny finger and pointed in front of Shen Meng.

Accompanied by a dazzling golden light, an ancient door appeared out of thin air in front of Shen Meng.

The door is completely black and has intricate patterns carved on it.

Ferocious beasts can be vaguely seen tumbling in the clouds, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

Two balls of blue flames burned on both sides of the door frame, casting an eerie light on the surroundings.

Shen Meng took a deep breath and slowly stepped into the mysterious door under the old man's gaze.

After going through a dizzy feeling, Shen Meng found herself in a completely new world.

Here, the mountains are stacked, the clouds are shrouded in mist, and the aura is overwhelming, just like a fairyland.

In the distance, towering palaces stand in the clouds, magnificent and majestic. At first glance, you can tell that they are the paradise where people who practice Taoism live.

At this moment, a mysterious figure in a black robe appeared beside Shen Meng.

He was tall, with a stern face, and exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.

The man in black robe didn't say anything, just glanced at Shen Meng coldly, and walked straight into the depths of the clouds.

Shen Meng did not dare to delay and hurriedly followed.

Shen Meng saw that there was more than one ghost here, so she obediently lined up behind those ghosts.

The black-robed man glanced at the group of confused souls before him and said in a serious tone:

"Since you have chosen this path, you should understand what it means."

He paused, a hint of coldness in his voice.

"You will become the trial stones, paving the way for those chosen by destiny. This is your new mission."

There was a commotion among the crowd, and a thin soul trembled and asked:

"Sir, can we really be reincarnated?"

The black-robed man sneered:

"Of course, as long as you accumulate enough merit, the Book of Life and Death in the underworld will rewrite your fate."

"Merit? How to gain merit?" another soul asked anxiously.

"Block the swords for the protagonists of the small world, and you will gain corresponding merits every time you succeed.

The more merit you gain, the better treatment you will receive, and you can even choose where to be reborn."

The man in black robe explained patiently,

"Of course, if you refuse to carry out the mission, the consequences will be very simple. Your soul will be shattered and you will completely disappear from this world."

Shen Meng stood in the crowd, listening to the words of the man in black robe, with no ripples in her heart.

For her, living is a torture and death may be a relief.

Reincarnation? So what? It's just another experience of pain.