Chapter 379: Mission completed on earth, finally back to the underworld!
Liu Yulong lived too long and could only feel endless loneliness. He cherished the fact that he had Liu Zhihui as his companion at the end of his life.
Although I know he is an evil ghost, it is one of the few comforts in my life.
So he didn't care and just hoped that he would continue to live before he died.
Meng Fuling slowly loosened her hand. Could it really be like this?
The fans in the live broadcast room were also devastated. After all, such a bloody plot is really rare.
[This old man is truly despicable. He knew his great-grandson was killing people but he didn't stop him.]
[There must be something hateful about a pitiful person. They must separate. Now, neither of them can survive.]
[Twenty-four people died in the village? It's strange that they haven't been suspected yet.]
The evil spirits in hell are truly terrifying. They are so violent that they eat people. They crawl out and wreak havoc on the human world.
[These villagers are the most pitiful. They were killed by them for no reason.]
Meng Fuling raised her hand, quickly released the seal, and a ball of fire shot towards Wu Fei.
"Ah!" Wu Fei roared loudly, and his painful wail was swallowed by the flames.
A pair of hands pulled him towards hell, and his soul was dragged out of his body.
"No, don't!" Liu Yulong stretched out his hand towards him tremblingly.
"Enough!" He looked at the old man beside him: "I want to kill you, and you still want to save me?"
"Actually, I know you don't really want to kill them, but you have no choice."
"Hehehe!" Wu Fei sneered, his eyes instantly turning red as he looked at him.
Even though he was a cruel and vicious person over the past twenty years, I still couldn't let him go.
"Forget it!" He closed his eyes: "Grandpa, take care of yourself!"
Finally, he called him "Grandpa". At this moment, he might really regard him as his most important family member.
The black smoke gradually disappeared, and the three souls disappeared without a trace.
The gates of hell closed, and only a corpse was left on the ground. He was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, already dead.
"Ahui!" Liu Yulong held his hand and burst into tears.
His crying suddenly became weaker and weaker, and soon he lay on the ground motionless.
Meng Fuling walked over and saw that he looked weak. Wen Xiaoli stepped forward and asked, "What happened to him?"
"There's nothing wrong with your body, call an ambulance right away!"
"No need!" She shook her head. "It's useless. He's just died."
It is clearly written in the Book of Life and Death that today is the day he will die.
Liu Yulong slowly closed his eyes and remained motionless, while purple tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.
Meng Fuling stepped forward to catch the tears. These crystal clear tears were the old tears she had been looking for.
Great! She couldn't help but smile: "Now all the ingredients are discarded."
After working hard for several days, she finally collected the last tear.
Liu Yulong lived exactly 125 years old, and the tears he shed after his death contained the ups and downs of his life.
So it is very sad for a person to live too long, and he may become more dependent on human favors when he gets old.
After a whole day of trouble, the police car finally arrived at the scene when the amount of water was extremely high.
The old man and the young boy were carried out, and Meng Fuling looked at the sky outside which was getting brighter.
The time agreed with the boss has come, and she should take the things back to the underworld.
But at this moment her steps were a little awkward when she saw Wen Xiaoli chattering to her.
I thought about the friends, besties and even the big rooster Xiaoman at home that I met in the past few months in the human world.
In the past, she was free and only had work to do, but now she has so many concerns here.
If she goes back this time, she will return to work once Mengpo Soup is successfully made.
Yin and Yang have different paths, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to meet in the future.
He forgot about Qin Muchen, and when he thought of him, his heart ached a little.
She covered her chest with her hands and looked a little ugly. Seeing her expression, Wen Xiaoli said worriedly.
"Xiao Meng, are you okay?" She quickly helped her to the car to rest: "Is your stomach upset because you didn't eat?"
He found a carton of milk in the car and handed it to her: "Drink some milk first to fill your stomach. After the record-keeping here is finished, we can go to town for breakfast."
"Okay!" Meng Fuling nodded, feeling mixed emotions as she held the milk.
After finishing their work here, the two of them drove back to town.
Meng Fuling quietly placed her resignation letter on the desk and returned home.
Suddenly feeling empty inside, she picked up Xiaoman and stroked its head: "Xiaoman, why don't you come with me to the underworld?"
"Once you get there, how about I assign you a position on the same level as the Hellhound?"
"Coo, coo, coo!" Xiaoman immediately raised his head and called out a few times, seeming to be very satisfied with this arrangement.
I haven't lived in the new house for a few days, and it will probably be empty when I leave.
She closed the door and put the house key under the doormat.
Afterwards, he sent a message to Fang Jinyu who was filming: Dear Jinyu, if the house is in the old place, I will give it to you after I leave.
However, Fang Jinyu did not reply to the message, probably still in closed filming.
By the time she sees the news, she might have already gone there.
There are still more than ten billion in the account, and she doesn't care about this money at all.
After much thought, she decided to give it back to Qin Muchen, asking him to help take care of it and perhaps it would benefit the world.
Yes, everything has been arranged, only Qin Muchen is left.
It's time to say goodbye to him properly and invite him to dinner to part ways amicably, right?
She thought about it and called his number, but no one answered the call.
It seems that there is no way to say goodbye, and Meng Fuling also said goodbye to her fans.
"Master, what's the meaning of your farewell? Has your account been banned?"
"No way? Does this mean you won't be doing livestreams anymore? What's the fun in my life then?"
[No, Master, please don't leave. This underworld is nowhere near as interesting as the human world.]
[My work in this world is done. A blogger with tens of millions of fans is going to stop broadcasting. Why don't you stay?]
[I'm afraid that's not possible. The master is originally from the underworld. If she continues to stay in the human world, the boss below will not forgive her.]
[Master, why don't you wait until your Mengpo soup is ready before coming back? We'll still be waiting for you, woo woo woo!]
Meng Fuling was just saying goodbye, why did it become like a farewell between life and death?
"Dear fans, we will always be together, and we will definitely meet again one day!"
This statement is truly terrifying. What does it mean to meet Meng Po from the underworld?
The owner of this body is dead, so she must take the corpse away.
Meng Fuling drew a circle on the spot and then sat cross-legged in the middle.
He began to chant, "Birth, old age, sickness, and death are all past. I will pass through the underworld with my body."
"Whoosh!" A puff of white smoke rose up and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Bang!" The phone fell to the ground, and the live broadcast room closed and turned black.
Her body felt light when Meng Fuling opened her eyes again.
The scene before her eyes had become familiar to her: she was sitting among bright red Lycoris radiata all over the ground.
The endless flowers made her feel a sense of belonging instantly, and inside were eight glowing tears.
A big smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Underworld, I'm finally back!"
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