Xu Milu was drowning in debt. After obtaining a dimensional travel system, she embarked on an irreversible path of selling interdimensional ingredients across the universe.
She hawks pearls f...
The dark-faced grim reaper beside him was grinning; he looked like a decapitated ghost, his head always seeming to fall onto his shoulder.
"Even if we have to go back and be punished, the two of us brothers will still have a bowl of wine!"
—Of course, that was a joke. At most, they'd just drink faster and drift off faster on the way back.
Seeing that Xu Milu was interested, the pale-faced underworld official said a few more words:
"This Lu family girl should have died a few years ago. I don't know who extended her life, but unfortunately she has bad karma, so she can't live for more than a few years."
"The Lu family?"
Xu Milu stared at the female ghost again and again before she suddenly realized that it was Lu Xiaomei, who had survived thanks to Hu Shiyi Niang's demon core!
No wonder she felt the ghost looked familiar.
Back then, the Lu family schemed and plotted, but now, Lu Wenshan's family is ruined and he is dead, and Lu Xiaomei can't escape death either. How can this not make people sigh?
Xu Milu also served a bowl of soup to Lu Xiaomei, without saying much or mentioning Hu Shiyi Niang again.
When a person dies, they are gone. After passing through the Yellow Springs and entering the Underworld, the evil deeds they committed in life are judged. After being punished in the Underworld, they cross the Bridge of Helplessness, and all past deeds are wiped clean.
Lu Xiaomei will be a different person from now on, and will have nothing to do with Hu Shiyi Niang anymore.
After the two underworld messengers finished drinking the hot soup and thanked Xu Milu, they continued their journey with the wandering soul.
Xu Milu felt as if she had forgotten something.
What is it?
She pondered for a long time, then suddenly slapped her forehead:
"Egard is still in the underworld! I knew I'd forgotten something! That guy's still in hell!"
A day on Earth is like a thousand years in Hell. How long has she forgotten about this guy in Hell?
Please, whatever you do, don't fry them until they're dry in the oil!
Otherwise, she'll develop a phobia of fried food from now on!