Qin Yune thought that Meng Po was really good at this kind of thing. After getting the definite information from Xie Bi'an, he immediately sent a message to Meng Po, asking if she could help him.

But after Qin Yune witnessed firsthand how Meng Po handled the situation, he could only sigh and say: "So this is how Xie Bi'an was good at dealing with these kinds of things..."

Meng Po replied very quickly; Qin Yune had only sent the message two seconds ago when she received a reply.

Meng Po: [Okay, when?]

Qin Yunie: [Now, is it convenient?]

Meng Po: [If there's anything inconvenient, just leave Xiao Hong here.]

Qin Yunie had barely finished typing and hadn't even had a chance to send it when Meng Po appeared.

Just as she was about to send the message, Meng Po suddenly whispered in her ear, "I'm already here, you don't need to send it to me."

Qin Yune was startled and instinctively pulled back to get away from the source of the sound. She had just moved away when she realized that the person who had spoken in her ear was Meng Po.

Qin Yunie let out a breath and smiled, "Sister Meng, it's you! You startled me."

Meng Po raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms as she looked at her. "Who else did you think it was?"

Suddenly she leaned closer and whispered in Qin Yune's ear, "Did the King of Hell bring you home last night?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yunie immediately recalled what happened last night, and her cheeks instantly flushed red, even down to her ears.

Seeing her reaction, Meng Po teased meaningfully, "Oh my... it seems there was something going on last night?"

Qin Yune pushed Meng Po away and said helplessly, "There's really nothing going on, Sister Meng, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing her looking like she was trying to hide something, Meng Po couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, alright, there's nothing going on. If there's nothing going on, why are you blushing?"

Qin Yunie's face turned even redder with laughter, and she called out, "Sister Meng!"

Meng Po smiled and stopped teasing her. "Alright, I'm not joking with you anymore. Where is that piece of trash you mentioned?"

She looked around and didn't see any other ghosts except for an old man sitting and writing something.

The old man looked up when he heard the sound and suddenly realized that Meng Po had arrived at some point. He quickly got up to greet her, "Meng Po."

Meng Po glanced at the old man; his soul was still relatively pure, and he hadn't done anything wrong. After accepting his bow, she used her ghostly power to lift him up and turned to Qin Yune again, asking, "Are you talking about his daughter?"

Qin Yunie nodded. "Mm."

Meng Po said directly, "Then let's go."

The old man quickly put away the letter he had almost finished writing, tidied up the table and chairs for Qin Yunie, and went to lead the way for them.

Led by the old man, they soon arrived at the widower's place.

It's a single room.

He could afford a single room, no wonder his family still bought him a wife after he died.

The door wasn't closed, and faint laughter and conversation could be heard from inside. "If he doesn't hand over his daughter, I'll let him taste my fists. She's already my wife, and she's still so ungrateful, hiding all the time. When I catch her, I'll teach her a lesson! I'll show her who's in charge! She's really gone too far!"

"Hahaha, Brother Liu is really something. She deserves to be taught a lesson. Women won't listen unless you teach them. You have to tame her, hehehe..."

The two ghosts exchanged a glance, their thoughts laid bare.

The old widower grinned and chuckled, "Don't worry, as long as you help me find her, I'll get you a wife too, so you can have some fun."

"Then I'll thank you in advance, Brother Liu!"

Hearing the conversation inside, the old man trembled with rage. He couldn't even imagine what kind of torture he would suffer if that beast really found his daughter!

Qin Yunie frowned as he listened, a sense of unease rising within him.

The old man was so angry that he wanted to rush in and fight them, but Qin Yune pulled him back and comforted him, saying, "Leave it to Sister Meng."

Meng Po didn't notice their actions because she kicked the door open.

Bang--

The door was kicked open forcefully, hit the wall, and bounced back.

The widower, who was called Brother Liu, stood up and cursed, "Who is it! Who the hell kicked my door! Do you know who I am?"

Meng Po stood smartly at the door, her chin slightly raised, her tone calm yet laced with arrogance, "I kicked it."

When the widower, who was called Brother Liu, saw Meng Po standing at the door, his body seemed to be nailed to the spot, and the curse words in his mouth were stuck in his throat.

The other ghost in the room couldn't see who was standing at the door, but seeing that he suddenly stopped moving, it got up and asked curiously, "Brother Liu, who is it? How dare they kick your door? They must have a death wish! We should beat them to a pulp so they know some people aren't to be trifled with..."

However, seeing that the situation was not right, the widower quickly covered his companion's mouth with his hand, fearing that he would cause a great disaster.

If ghosts had a temperature, they would probably be covered in sweat by now. He smiled obsequiously and said, "Meng Po, what brings you here?"

The ghost whose mouth was covered stared wide-eyed at Meng Po with a look of terror on its face, its body trembling involuntarily, making two shuddering noises.

Meng Po sneered, "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known you were so arrogant."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to another ghost, a sharp glint in her eyes. "You wanted to fight me? Come on, do it!"

The other person turned pale with fright, shook his head frantically, and kept banging his hands on the widower surnamed Liu, signaling him to let go immediately.

The widower surnamed Liu then realized as if he had been waking from a dream, and quickly let go of his companion's mouth. Then, he nervously smiled apologetically at Meng Po, his attitude extremely respectful, "Meng Po, please don't misunderstand, we really didn't mean to offend you."

Meng Po smiled enigmatically. "Is that so? I saw you two were having a good time talking, and you were even cursing me quite enthusiastically. Why don't you stop cursing and just take action, hmm?"

Meng Po said casually, "Come at me all at once, so you won't say I'm bullying you."

The two ghosts looked at each other, neither daring to make a move.

They wouldn't dare to make a move. Even if they could win, they wouldn't dare to.

Just then, Meng Po suddenly asked, "Who is Liu Qiao?"

The ghost subconsciously looked at Liu the Widower, who trembled, his face completely devoid of the arrogance and smugness he had just displayed. "I, I am."

Meng Po glanced at him. He wasn't very tall, only about 1.7 meters, and his build wasn't muscular. He wasn't fat or thin, and he was a bit dark-skinned with a large mole on his face.

Meng Po looked at him mockingly, "So you're the good-for-nothing who only dares to hit women."

Liu the widower was initially hesitant to act because of Meng Po's status in the underworld, but Meng Po's words clearly struck a nerve, causing his face to contort for a moment and his body to tense up instinctively. With his movements, the mole on his face trembled, and his fists clenched tightly, clearly trying to restrain himself.