As a staff member, Meng Po naturally cares about performance. The underworld also has a quota for the number of people to be reincarnated each year. However, in recent years, with the continuous progress of human technology and the increase in life expectancy, the number of couples who want children has increased rather than decreased. However, no one comes to the underworld to report, so these couples who want children can only continue to think about it. The situation of reincarnation is quite severe, which is very distressing for the underworld.
Meng Po thought about it seriously for a while, then nodded, "What you said makes some sense..."
"Wait!" Feng Guang shouted, "You must enforce the law properly, my lifespan isn't over yet!"
Meng Po thought for a while, then shook her head. "No, no, Yama is too old-fashioned. If he finds out that I sent someone whose lifespan hadn't ended to be reincarnated for the sake of my performance, he'll probably invite me for tea again. Oh well, let her go."
This time, however, he didn't say anything. He loosened his grip, and one end of the chain fell from his hand, while the chain binding Feng Guang's hand disappeared.
Overwhelmed with joy at regaining her freedom, she almost roared to the heavens. She whispered, "At least you guys have some professional ethics..."
As she spoke, she glanced disapprovingly at the white-haired man in black, but he completely ignored her. Forced to submit, she endured it and tried her best to maintain a polite demeanor when she asked Meng Po, "By the way... how do I get back?"
She was afraid that if she didn't go back soon, her body would be sent to the morgue!
"How will she get back..." Meng Po glanced at Naihe, "Naihe, take her back."
He turned and left, saying, "I don't have time."
"Hey, you brat!" Meng Po slammed her hand on the table in anger again.
A ghost messenger comforted her, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. You know Meng Po, but he's not a ghost messenger. This time, we were short-handed. If we hadn't persuaded him to make the trip, he would probably still be holed up in his sea of spider lilies."
"Yes, we finally managed to beg him to go to the mortal realm, but he ended up capturing the wrong soul!"
"Unfortunately, he can't remember faces and isn't a professional, so it's understandable that he arrested the wrong person."
"Understand my ass! Look at his arrogant attitude." Meng Po swatted away the little ghost messenger who came up to her, and said to Feng Guang, who was standing there not knowing what to do, "Your guide to the underworld is Naihe, so only he can send you out. I don't plan to let you reincarnate. You may not be able to return to the mortal world. It depends on whether you can get Naihe to send you back."
"...Do I have to find him to get me home?"
"Actually, we could ask the King of Hell for help..." Thinking of her boss, Meng Po clutched her chest and slumped onto the table. "Ouch, just thinking about that serious oddball gives me a stomachache..."
You're not covering your stomach, you're covering your chest, okay?
Feng Guang held back her words, feeling that judging from Meng Po's appearance, Yama might be even more difficult to deal with than that man named Naihe. She gritted her teeth, thinking that she had really had the worst luck in eighteen lifetimes, and turned to chase after the direction where Naihe had disappeared.
Stepping off the redwood bridge, you arrive at a boundless sea of red spider lilies. Standing amidst the flowers, and looking into the distance, against this gloomy backdrop, it's as if you're seeing a vibrant sea of blood.
Feng Guang saw the occasional black butterfly flying by. Their wings were translucent and had an eerie beauty, just like Naihe, which, although hiding all its sharpness, always unconsciously attracts attention.
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