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

Lao Meng almost couldn't catch his breath: "What sister! Look carefully, this is your body!"

"My body? I didn't expect that I would be so beautiful one day. Come closer and let me see. I remember I had freckles on my nose and face, but they are gone now?" The original owner sat up straight and leaned into the man's chest without any hesitation. There was a handsome guy beside her who massaged her legs.

Lao Meng looked at the two men and felt more and more familiar with them. "Aren't these the paper figures I made last week?"

The person on the other end of the video laughed awkwardly: "Old Meng, you also know that I was not married when I died. Life in the underworld is so miserable, lonely and cold. It's not too much for me to burn a few handsome guys to accompany me in advance, right?"

There were outsiders around, and Old Meng didn't have the time to get angry with his daughter.

"That's the situation. Don't be afraid, my girl. If you don't want to, dad will never let a ghost take over your body!"

The original owner didn't care: "I'm already dead, so why should I care if she doesn't use my body? Whatever."

Lao Meng hung up the phone with mixed feelings: "My daughter agreed."

Meng Liu looked at him puzzledly: "I heard it."

"What? You can see the content of the video call?" he was shocked.

"Is it weird?"

Of course it was strange! Ordinary humans could not see supernatural objects other than humans. Only the Meng family was born with the ability to see ghosts and spirits, so they could communicate with the underworld.

Even if this person was a wandering ghost before, he should be invisible now that he is imprisoned in a human body.

The fact that she could see could only mean one thing.

This person is extremely talented.

The Holy Body of the Innate Underworld Civil Servant!

Old Meng didn't show it on his face, but his mind quickly became active.

"Well, since you have taken over my daughter's body, you are half my daughter. Since you have no place to live when you first arrive, come with me."

Meng Liu agreed and walked out of the funeral home with him. She watched him pay the bill with a heartache and pack up the unfinished dishes at the table. She shook her head secretly, thinking that they were too poor.

Lao Meng cleared his throat and tried to save his dignity: "Diligence and thrift are the traditional virtues of the Chinese people. It is not easy for farmers to grow vegetables. We must not waste them!"

Meng Liu didn't expose him and just lowered his head to hold back his laughter.

The Meng family’s house was on the second floor of the incense shop. It had only two rooms and not even a living room.

Because the empty space is filled with paper people, incense sticks, candles and paper money, it is really creepy for ordinary people to come here.

There was a single wooden bed in the original owner's room, and a row of wardrobes on one side. It was difficult to turn around in the small space.

"Just wear my daughter's clothes. They're just there anyway."

Meng Liu opened the wardrobe, which was filled with intricate and gorgeous dresses, as well as matching hats and headdresses.

"Oh, my daughters like this style the most. They call her Luo Niang."

"Love girl."

"Yes, yes, you are quite up-to-date. You must have surfed the Internet a lot when you were a ghost."

Meng Liu was a little confused. These clothes looked good, but they were a little inconvenient to wear.

"Are you literate?"

“Yes.”

Lao Meng slapped his thigh and said, "That's great! You should adapt to the life in the world of the living for a few days, and then help me in the store! How about serving customers and selling incense and candles?"

Meng Liu did not object. She really needed to get familiar with this world. It would be troublesome to find a job outside. She might as well work in the incense shop.

In the afternoon, Lao Meng heated up some leftovers from the lunch party and the two of them ate it all in one gulp.

The next day, he took Meng Liu to familiarize herself with the business of the store, even gave her a mobile phone, and taught her the main business of the Meng family.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. By the time she realized what was going on and rushed to Lao Meng's bedroom, he was already dead.

The reason why she never took this matter to heart was because the King of Hell extended Lao Meng's life.

It can be said that without the nod of the King of Hell, Lao Meng cannot die even if he wants to.

She was a little careless, but she didn't know how this person communicated with the underworld and he left when she wasn't paying attention.

No wonder she asked why the Meng family's heirloom mobile phone was given to her.

Did they take advantage of her because she had taken over the original owner's body? Meng Liu was so angry that she called, but unfortunately no one answered.

The Meng family in the underworld are having a reunion dinner.

A group of people sat around a round table with a few incense sticks in front of them.

"Are we going too far?"

"Grandpa, you have no right to say that! If you hadn't taken the lead in taking out a loan to buy a house, our Meng family wouldn't be living so miserably!"

"That's right. She is a lonely ghost who has taken over Liu Liu's body. It's only natural for her to help our Meng family."

"Aren't you afraid that she will run away?"

"Hehehe, I have already established good relations with the King of Hell, otherwise I wouldn't be able to die so easily." Old Meng said happily.

It is obvious that this is a conspiracy. The Meng family is overwhelmed and Meng Liu just happened to run into them. It is a godsend for them to be able to escape perfectly without being harassed by the underworld for debts.

Meng Liu handled Old Meng's funeral with a gloomy face.

The guests who came were all very close friends and relatives from the original owner’s mother’s side.

My daughter’s funeral was still being held a few days ago, and someone came back to life. It’s only been a few days, how come the young one is alive and the old one is dead?

If it weren't for the good relationship with the Meng family, no one would dare to come. This time there was no good atmosphere like last time. No one dared to play mahjong or eat melon seeds. Everyone sat properly and stared at the mourning hall, for fear that what happened last time would happen again.

Zhuo Dingguo burst into tears: "Old Meng, you died too early! Seeing your daughter alive, why did you..."

He cried for a while, blew his nose and wiped his tears.

"Niece, don't worry, I will be your father from now on. If you have any difficulties, just come to me!" As he said this, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"I told you in advance, why haven't you made any move yet? Hurry up! I'll give you two more minutes."

Meng Liu curiously sat down beside him and listened to him bragging about his brotherhood with Lao Meng.

A few minutes later, the sound of a sports car rumbled to a stop outside the yard.

The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a pair of extremely long legs. There were chains hanging on the pants. Looking up, the clothes were from a well-known fashion brand. It was said that they were very expensive. The facial features were delicate and attractive, but when combined together, there was a strong sense of world-weariness. Coupled with the light eyes, everyone looked like an ant to him.

"Whose child is so ignorant that he drives a red car to attend a funeral? Is that appropriate?"

"I'm not afraid that Old Meng will get angry and come back to find him!"

When Zhuo Dingguo saw his son, he was furious: "Who the hell told you to drive a red car?"

Zhuo Yun was slapped for no apparent reason. He looked confused: "You didn't even tell me you were going to attend a funeral when you called me!"

Zhuo Dingguo scratched his head, looking doubtful: "Really? Didn't I say that?"