The poor white-collar worker Liang Meng was struck by lightning.
The body is not destroyed and the soul is not extinguished.
He came to the ancient Zhou Yuan and became the head of Yunmeng Hall in another world.
While passing through the chaos, Liang Meng met a tall man wearing an evil ghost mask.
The man walked up to Liang Meng, raised his arm, and wanted to touch Liang Meng's cheek with his big palm.
Liang Meng wanted to walk away, but he couldn't move a step.
As if he understood Liang Meng's resistance, the man finally did not touch her and stopped at a distance of a finger from her cheek.
Looking at Liang Meng's eyes, it seemed as if he was trying hard to suppress something.
After a moment, the man took his arm down, lowered his head and sighed softly. That sigh, for some reason, made Liang Meng's nose sore.
I almost cried.
"This is the last life we'll be together."
The man's voice was gentle and firm, but Liang Meng couldn't understand it at all.
"Who are you?"
Suppressing the inexplicable emotion, Liang Meng asked him in a very soft voice, but still could not move at all.
"This is your last life, and also the most dangerous one. Don't worry, I will stay by your side and protect you. I will never let anything go wrong."
The man did not answer Liang Meng's question.
He just kept saying things that Liang Meng couldn't understand.
"Who are you?"
Liang Meng tilted his head and asked again.
This time the man said nothing, and stared at Liang Meng for a moment with eyes that seemed to convey thousands of words.
Suddenly, his fingers flipped rapidly in the air and he muttered something.
Then a white light shot from the man's fingertips straight to Liang Meng's eyebrows.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came over him, and the last thing Liang Meng was aware of in the chaos was a dazzling white light.
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