The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

Li Chengze struggled to get up, but Li Xinran held his shoulders and said:

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, just lie down and rest."

Li Chengze gave up and looked at Li Xinran gratefully, saying:

"Thank you for your concern, my dear sister. I am much better now."

Li Xinran saw that his face was pale and he was obviously holding on. She felt a little sorry and said softly:

"You have a good rest. If you have anything to do, tell Xiao Dezi to do it. I'm going back first."

Li Chengze nodded and watched Li Xinran leave, his heart filled with warmth.

In the cold palace, only this imperial sister truly cared about him.

Li Chengze secretly vowed to work hard to become stronger, protect himself and his sister.

"came back?"

A deep voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of familiar smile.

Shen Meng, dressed in white, floated down and stood at the end of Naihe Bridge. She turned around and smiled at the black-robed figure.

"That's right. The ten-year period has come to an end, and I'm back to report."

Beside the Naihe Bridge, smoke rises from cooking fires and an ancient wooden house stands at the bridgehead.

Different from the gloomy and terrifying underworld scenes in people's impression,

The cottage is entangled with vines, and wind chimes are hung under the eaves, the crisp chimes drifting in the cold wind.

Inside the house, a girl in a goose yellow dress was humming an unknown ballad and busying herself in front of the stove.

She had two playful buns on her head, with a few strands of hair hanging playfully on her cheeks.

Her fair skin is as delicate as a peeled egg.

She deftly lifted the lid of the pot and gently stirred the milky white soup in the pot with a wooden spoon.

A faint fragrance spread.

"Mrs. Mengpo, what kind of soup did you make today? It smells so good."

Shen Meng couldn't help but lean over and ask.

Meng Yao stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully:

"Today, I added some osmanthus honey. Do you think it smells even better?"

"Oh, what a pity! After drinking Mengpo soup, I don't remember anything and can't taste the fragrance anymore."

Shen Meng shook her head regretfully and floated to the other end of the Naihe Bridge.

Meng Yao looked at Shen Meng's back, blinked cunningly, and muttered softly,

"Who says you can't taste it after drinking it? I put a piece of sugar at the bottom of the bowl on purpose!"

After saying that, she hummed happily and continued to make her Meng Po soup.

On the other side of the Naihe Bridge was the ghost soldier who registered every time she returned to the underworld - Ghost Eleven. The two ghosts had known each other for hundreds of years.

Shen Meng handed over the white jade token in his hand. The number 6666 on it emitted a faint glow in the dark underworld.

"How was it this time? Was there anything interesting?"

Gui Shiyi took the token and asked with a smile while checking it as usual.

Shen Meng recalled the scene of the unconscious boy and himself breathing, and couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.

"It's a coincidence that I happened to meet a young man who fell into the water today, and I saved his life."

Ghost Eleven paused while registering, and looked up at her.

"Oh? You saved someone? That's a great deed. Why is your token..."

He looked over and over at the white jade token in his hand.

But he discovered that the jade token, which should have become more lustrous as Shen Meng's merits increased,

But at this moment it is still dim and there is no change at all.

"How could this be?"

Shen Meng was also stunned. She had clearly used merit points to save the young man, so how could she have no merit?

Just as the two were puzzled, a tall figure dressed in green and exuding a cold aura came from a distance.

He walked hurriedly with a stern expression. He was none other than Lord Green Ghost, who was in charge of punishments in the underworld.

For a hundred years, Shen Meng traveled between the Yin and Yang realms, and met the various gods in the underworld.

She wouldn't say she was familiar with him, but she was at least a familiar face.

Lord Qinggui, who is famous for his impartiality, is in charge of the punishments in the underworld and the education of ghosts.

Except for the King of Hell, his words are like the law of the underworld.

The judge is responsible for judging the crimes committed by the deceased during his lifetime.

They decide their treatment in the underworld and their destination in the afterlife, and are like the judges of the underworld.

It was the old man that Shen Meng met at the beginning.

As for the Black and White Impermanence, also known as the Seventh Lord and the Eighth Lord, they are the messengers of the underworld.

Responsible for guiding the souls of the dead into the underworld, equivalent to the guide of the underworld.

He has about a hundred disciples who manage various small worlds.

They will only go out in person if they encounter a big ghost that they cannot solve.

Ox-headed and horse-faced figures are servants of the underworld, usually with the heads of ox and horse in human form.

They obey the orders of the King of Hell and are responsible for capturing the dead souls. They are considered the police of the underworld, and Shen Meng has never seen them before.

Then there is Meng Po by the Naihe Bridge. Her mission is to make the dead souls crossing the bridge drink Meng Po soup.

Forget the memories of the previous life and start reincarnation again.

As for Zhong Kui, in some legends, he is a god who catches ghosts.

Sometimes you can see him rushing to the underworld.

He left in a hurry, reportedly because he was very busy, and no one had ever seen his true face.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is a figure in Buddhism. He vowed to save all beings in hell.

He would occasionally come to the underworld to assist with work, and Shen Meng had never seen him.

Finally, there are the ghost soldiers, such as Ghost Eleven, who are ordinary staff members of the underworld.

Responsible for various chores, such as record keeping, guarding, etc.

Of course, there is also the most important Book of Life and Death, although it is not a living thing,

But it is the most important existence in the King of Hell's Palace, because it records the life and death and good and evil deeds of all people.

"On the 6666th, you..."

The green ghost was originally walking forward without looking around, but suddenly stopped when passing by Shen Meng.

His sharp eyes swept over Shen Meng and his brows furrowed tightly.

"You, your color..."

Lord Qinggui pointed at Shen Meng, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"How could it become like this?!"

"No. 6666, what did you just do?" Lord Qinggui spoke in a sharp tone and with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through Shen Meng.

"Reporting to Lord Qinggui," Shen Meng replied respectfully.

"Today, I happened to see a young man fall into the water, so I rescued him. Since he was unconscious, I helped him breathe."

After hearing what Shen Meng said, Qing Gui showed an expression of "as expected" on his face and said slowly:

"I see. It seems you have encountered the villain of the small world."

"Villain?" Shen Meng looked puzzled.

"Each small world has its own trajectory.

Those who are blessed with good fortune often take different paths due to some unexpected events.

The boy you saved today was supposed to be rescued after falling into the water, but he encountered an accident and eventually turned into a villain.

Your rescue changed the trajectory of his fate, and he is now one step further away from turning evil."

"But..." Shen Meng was still a little confused, "Why didn't I gain any merit?"

Lord Qinggui looked at her.

"The reason you don't have any merit points is because you gave him Qi.

It is equivalent to connecting your destinies together, and you have begun to bear his cause and effect.

You must successfully guide and convert him, so that he no longer becomes a villain in the small world, in order to gain merit."