The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

Shen Meng looked at Mr. Ba and remembered something, so he asked:

"By the way, Master Ba, the communication card you gave me is no longer usable."

"Communication card?"

Mr. Ba thought for a long time before he remembered, and then said:

"Oh! That one you're talking about, it's already been eliminated!

Now the underworld uses AI smart watches, which are convenient and fast, and can also check the underworld news and gossip in real time."

Hearing this, Shen Meng's eyes lit up: "Get one for me too!"

Mr. Ba spread his hands helplessly: "You can't use that thing now."

"Can't use it? Why?" Shen Meng tilted his head in confusion.

"Because you are no longer a ghost!" Mr. Ba explained, "That thing is specially designed for ghosts."

"Oh, okay then." Shen Meng was instantly speechless, feeling a little disappointed. What should she do?

Then she thought of what she was doing here, and she immediately became energetic:

"Is Lord Yama here? I need to see him."

"Yes, in the inner hall." The Eighth Master pointed in the direction of the inner hall.

Shen Meng thanked him and walked straight to the inner hall.

Luo Tian looked at Shen Meng and then at Yun Ge, "We haven't told her yet that we are getting married."

"It's okay, we'll talk about it later." After saying that, Yun Ge pulled Luo Tian to see the things they would use for their wedding.

Shen Meng passed through a strange electronic archway and came to the inner hall.

As soon as you step in, you are greeted by a bizarre sight.

A girl with blue twintails turned her back to Shen Meng, seemingly holding her head with both hands.

His head tilted from side to side, looking innocent and cute.

It seemed as if there was a man sitting in front of the girl, and Shen Meng couldn't see clearly.

She only saw two blue ponytails swaying rhythmically, like some strange dance.

"Oh my goodness, isn't this Hatsune Miku's outfit? Could it be Meng Po?"

Not far away, the King of Hell and the Judge were buried in a transparent "book".

They were pointing and talking, as if they were studying something profound and mysterious.

Shen Meng was slightly surprised and called out softly:

"Meng Po, sir?"

The blue-haired girl moved at the sound, turned her head suddenly, revealing a playful and cute face.

Isn’t it Meng Po!

When Meng Po heard Shen Meng's voice, she immediately stopped shaking her head.

She skipped to Shen Meng's side, humming an unknown tune.

"Hey, number 6666 is back! Come on, come on, help me pick out some suitable clothes for Qing Gui."

"Yes, come and pick one for Meng Po." At this time, a familiar voice came.

Shen Meng tilted her head to look behind Meng Po. A handsome young man with blue hair was sitting there and waving at Shen Meng.

At this time, Shen Meng had already recognized the owner of the voice. The person with a green face was none other than Lord Qing Gui.

"Pick out clothes? What are you going to do?" Shen Meng was puzzled. When did Qing Gui and Meng Po become so close?

They also picked clothes for each other.

"By the way, you may not know yet, Luo Tian and Yun Ge are going to get married." Meng Po explained when she saw Shen Meng's puzzled face.

"What? Get married?"

Shen Meng was surprised and thought to herself that she had really missed a lot of wonderful things.

Before she could recover from the shock, she saw the King of Hell smiling and waving his hand, motioning her to come forward.

Shen Meng collected his thoughts and straightened his expression.

Walk forward obediently and salute respectfully:

"Greetings to Lord Yama, Lord Green Ghost, and Lord Judge."

The King of Hell still looked normal and serious, and Shen Meng was a little uncomfortable with it:

"Ahem, No. 6666, what brings you back?"

"Lord Yama, I would like to see the Book of Life and Death."

"Read the Book of Life and Death?"

"Yes, I want to regain my lost memories."

Yan Wang looked at Shen Meng meaningfully: "Are you sure you want to see it?"

"Yes, Lord Yama, I want to know who I am and where I come from."

Since the soul fragments gathered together, although she remembered many things,

There was a vague suspicion in her heart that this was not all her memories.

Only by looking at the Book of Life and Death can you understand her complete life.

"Well, come with me." Yan Wang did not try to persuade Shen Meng. Seeing Shen Meng's expression, it was useless to persuade her.

If you want to see it, just go ahead and see it. It won’t cost you anything.

Then he snapped his fingers, and an ancient book appeared in his hand.

"take it!"

Shen Meng took the book. It looked ordinary, even tattered.

However, the moment Shen Meng opened the book and touched the pages, she was completely sucked into it.

A moment later, Shen Meng slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a vast library.

The towering bookshelves are lined up one after another, with no end in sight.

The air is filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, which makes people feel awe.

She walked to the nearest bookshelf curiously and took down a book.

However, when she opened the book, she found nothing on it.

It was blank, as if no one had ever left any trace on it.

She took down several more books, but the result was the same.

Every page is like an uncut jade, pure and flawless.

"Who disturbed my sweet dream?"

A pleasant female voice sounded in Shen Meng's ears, startling her.

Shen Meng realized that this was the spirit of the Book of Life and Death, so he bowed respectfully:

"Junior Shen Meng, I apologize for disturbing you."

"What are you doing here?"

"I would like to see my life story, please allow me to do so."

There was a strange silence in the air.

Shen Meng didn't dare to move much and just waited quietly.

"trouble......"

After saying this, I saw the stacked bookshelves like building blocks.

"Click", it automatically moved slowly to both sides, revealing a path leading to the depths.

A white figure walked slowly from the depths of the bookshelf.

She has a slender figure and walks lightly.

Her long, shiny black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, setting off her fair skin.

Eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, looking around,

It reveals a gentle, generous and extraordinary temperament.

A simple and elegant white long dress adds a touch of elegant and ethereal beauty, as if she is a fairy walking out of a painting.

The woman walked up to Shen Meng, raised her wrist and waved gracefully.

Out of thin air, an antique wooden table and a carved wooden chair appeared, with a set of exquisite tea sets placed on the table.

Hot steam rises and the fragrance of tea fills the air.

"sit."

The woman's voice was as sweet as a clear spring, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Shen Meng sat down as she was told, her hands shaking uncontrollably. This spirit gave her a very oppressive feeling.

"drink."

Shen Meng held down her trembling hands, picked up the teacup, and began to sip it.

Seeing this, the woman raised the corners of her mouth.

She lifted her slender fingers slightly, and the bookshelf behind her began to spin wildly.

Then a book flew out from the bookshelf and landed steadily at Shen Meng's feet.

Shen Meng was just about to pick up the book that flew out and get up to express her gratitude.

Unexpectedly, the bookshelf did not stop turning, and another book fell at Shen Meng's feet.

Shen Meng thought: Is there anything else?

She was not disappointed. Books flew to her feet and piled up as high as a small mountain.

I don't know how long it took, but the woman finally stopped.

He lazily leaned on the soft couch that appeared out of thin air and said lightly:

"yours."

Shen Meng thought: This spirit speaks so concisely and to the point.

But looking at the mountain of books, she couldn't help swallowing.

In disbelief, he said, "This...this is all mine?"

"Ah."

The woman raised her eyelids slightly, and there was a hint of imperceptible fatigue in her tone.

"Look." He had an expression that said, "Don't call me if there's nothing wrong."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman and the couch disappeared.

Only the clacking sound of the bookshelves turning echoed in the empty library.