From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

The morning sun shone through the old glass windows into the quiet interior of the mourning hall. The air was filled with the faint scent of flowers and burning candles.

There was a coffin in the middle of the hall.

There were square tables in the yard, and some of the people who came to see him off were playing mahjong, while others were eating melon seeds.

They all had sighs and lamentations on their faces.

"This child is so miserable. He is only in his twenties."

"Hush, it is said that the business they do is too dishonest."

"Don't say that. Old Meng is a serious businessman. It would be hard for him to bear the tragic death of his daughter at such a young age."

"His wife died a few years ago, and now his only daughter has died. Could it be that he is just too stubborn?"

As the clock pointed to 12 o'clock, waiters came in one after another and brought the dishes to the table.

"Stop talking, stop talking, let's eat."

Old Meng lit a stick of incense for his daughter in the mourning hall, muttered to himself for a while, and then turned and walked into the yard.

"Thank you all friends for coming to my daughter's funeral. I hope you all enjoy your meals, drinks and fun!" He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, but there was not much sadness on his face.

"Why isn't he sad when his daughter died?"

"Who knows? I guess I'm used to it."

Sitting at the table was a fat middle-aged man. He was wearing a black T-shirt and a gold necklace as thick as a finger around his neck. He stood up and patted Lao Meng's shoulder with a sad look on his face.

"Brother Meng, please accept my condolences! From now on, my son is your son!"

Old Meng smiled widely: "That's great. Your son is studying in Peking University now, right? I would wake up laughing in my dreams if I had such an outstanding son."

Zhuo Dingguo retracted his sad expression and said, "If my niece hadn't passed away so early, maybe there would have been a good story."

While the two were chatting, the faces of the others changed drastically, and they all opened their mouths in shock.

The two brothers looked in the direction they were looking, puzzled.

A woman in a white dress and with pale skin stood weakly in the light, holding onto the door frame.

"Fake, fake corpse!"

"Run!"

In just a few minutes, all the guests who had come to the courtyard for the banquet had left.

Zhuo Dingguo took two steps back tremblingly: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Meng Liu stroked her chest and breathed slowly. She never expected that she would be in a coffin when she first came in this time. The coffin was closed, and she struggled very hard to climb out.

Lao Meng keenly sensed that something was wrong and sent his good brother away. He then clenched the three copper coins in his trouser pocket.

"Who are you? Why are you occupying my daughter's body?"

She was exposed as soon as she came here? How could this person be so sure that she was not the original owner?

Meng Liu's stomach was empty at the moment, so he didn't bother to explain: "Let me eat something first."

Old Meng glared at her with his arms folded.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to eat, Meng Liu accepted the original owner's memory.

The Meng family has an incense shop that has been passed down from generation to generation. The main business is selling paper money and candles. Of course, this is open.

In fact, the Meng family has been secretly working in the underworld, which means they are responsible for transferring information and items between the living and the dead.

The underworld is not like the human world where one needs to take a civil service examination. For families like the Meng family, they have many years of connections and resources underground, so they can directly become underworld officials after they die.

This is also the reason why Old Meng was not too sad when his daughter died. After all, he would be able to reunite with his family a hundred years later.

Logically speaking, since the Meng family has the ability to communicate with the dead, they should be very wealthy, but the reality is not that.

Not only was the Meng family not rich, they were even very poor and were burdened with a huge debt.

From generation to generation, except for some who voluntarily went to reincarnate, almost all of the Meng family members worked in the underworld. Where there are people, there is bound to be comparisons, and the same is true for being ghosts.

In recent years, since they have come into contact with the Internet in the human world, they have been asking for villas and luxury cars, and the single ones are looking for partners.

Starting from the original owner's previous generation, that is, the great-grandfather's generation, they spontaneously exchanged all their assets for ghost money to offer to their ancestors, but it was a drop in the bucket.

The ancestors of the Meng family below felt that it was not enough, and they also saw that the Meng family in the world had no money.

I don’t know which ancestor was a genius, who waved his hand and said, “No money? Then take out a loan!”

Up to this point, until the generation of the original owner, the Meng family had been burdened with hundreds of billions of ghost money loans, and the family lived in a small apartment, while the ancestors lived in big villas and drove Rolls-Royces.

Any money I earn has to be exchanged for ghost money to pay off my mortgage and car loan.

You want to ask why they don't pay off their mortgages and car loans themselves? You must be kidding. The salary in the underworld is not enough for them to use. There are descendants in the world of the living, so it is their duty to share the worries of their ancestors.

As for why the original owner died.

Chunchun was completely devastated when she found out not long ago that she would need to work for the rest of her life to pay off her ancestors' debts.

Rather than being a slave in the world, it would be better for her to die and reunite with her mother and grandparents, live in a big house and drive a luxury car.

The Meng family in the underworld never thought that this child had such a fierce temper. He died just because of that little debt. Although he could live forever as a ghost, he also lost many of the joys of being a human being, such as food, TV dramas, and novels, which were not available in the underworld.

There is Internet in the underworld, but unfortunately the place is too big and there are too many ghosts to use it, so it’s good enough to be able to access it once a month. People’s usual entertainment activities are just joking around, bragging, and stealing cows.

Old Meng understood his daughter's intention and was very angry. How could it be easy for him? Seeing that he was finally going to retire, Du Miaomiao didn't want to take responsibility and died first. He still had to find a way to make money.

Old Meng is the only one left in the Meng family in the world.

The King of Hell was afraid that he would not be able to collect the debt, so he simply added several hundred years to Meng's lifespan. At the same time, he rejected the Meng family's subsequent loan applications, intending to make Old Meng pay off the debt before dying.

Meng Liu wiped his mouth after eating and drinking: "You know very well whether your daughter is dead or not, and you can also contact your Meng family. I just came to this body by accident."

Old Meng looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar body and frowned tightly. Because of the arrival of the strange soul, his daughter's appearance and figure had changed.

It looks better.

Someone as selfish as his daughter doesn't even know how to make a fuss knowing her body is being occupied.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask my daughter if she's willing to give you her body."

Meng Liu nodded.

Lao Meng took out a mobile phone from his pocket and made a call.

The technological level of this underworld is a bit backward. The Apple 15 has come out in the world, so why are they still using mobile phones?

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up. A shadow appeared in the air, and a woman who looked exactly like the original body appeared on the screen.

Meng Liu could feel a strong spiritual power.

"My girl, look who this is?" Old Meng asked casually.

The original owner was lying on the sofa, with someone serving her fruit. "Old Meng, after I left, you found me a sister?"