"You haven't answered my question yet?"

Su Qingwan looked at Feng Xiuer who was concentrating on eating the cake with her head down, and said with great pity.

Feng Xiuer raised her head and said pitifully, "I was originally following the ghost messenger, but a child holding a cake attracted my attention on the road. When I turned around, they had already gone far away."

"I didn't know how to get to the door of the underworld, so I went back to the grave. I saw the girl put a cake for me, so I followed her."

Su Qingwan looked at the complete stupidity in Feng Xiuer's clear eyes, and said after a moment's thought: "In that case, you should stay with me."

"Is it really possible, Xian'er? If I stay with you, can I eat cakes every day?" Feng Xiu'er asked excitedly.

Su Qingwan nodded, "From now on, if I have a meal to eat, you will have to wash the dishes."

"If I had known that being a ghost would be so good, I would have killed myself by hitting my head against the wall... No, it hurts too much... I would be strangled to death... No, it's too ugly... I'd rather die sooner." Feng Xiu'er muttered earnestly.

"No, if I have the chance I must go back to Taohua Village and kill my parents and my brother..."

Su Qingwan......

You are the real show!

"Wan Wan, if she follows you around like this, won't she be scared to death after forty-nine days?"

Xiao Jingchi was puzzled. She remembered Su Qingwan saying that He Guizi did not want to reincarnate.

Su Qingwan leaned lazily on the carriage, "That was my lie, and you believed it."

Xiao Jingchi......

He really believed it.

"Oh~"

Xing'er pulled the reins and stopped the carriage.

The prince lifted the curtain and looked over. "Miss Xing'er, why did you stop before we even reach the Su residence?"

"There's someone blocking the way ahead."

Su Qingwan became interested as soon as she heard this. "Hey, I want to see who dares to stand in my way. It just so happens that I haven't been around for a long time, and my hands are itching."

As he said this, he bent down and walked out, followed closely by Xiao Jingchi and the prince.

Su Qingwan jumped off the carriage and saw a woman wearing a wine-red feathered dress with a collar so low that her cleavage was clearly visible. She was sitting on a rubber chair that was emitting black mist, with her legs crossed.

Her slender white legs were exposed, almost reaching her hips, and a red and black spider lily at her bare feet was particularly eye-catching.

The woman was barefoot, with her toes dyed red. She raised a pair of beautiful eyes lazily and fanned herself gently with a red round fan in her hand.

The pedestrians and hawkers walking in pairs around were frozen in time.

The cold aura emanating from the woman gave the prince, who got off the car later, and Xiu'er, who was standing next to her, a chill.

"Sister Meng!" Su Qingwan was delighted to see the person coming and rushed forward quickly.

Meng Po put down her raised legs, stood up, and gently waved the round fan in her hand. The chair behind her disappeared, and the pedestrians on the street became normal again.

She twisted her graceful body and stepped forward to greet him, "Little doctor, long time no see."

Su Qingwan: “Not too long.”

"Why did you come here in person?"

Su Qingwan was a little surprised. Old King Yan was willing to let people go? No, he let ghosts go?

Meng Po covered her thin lips with the round fan and smiled wickedly, "It's not that I'm tired of looking at the painting, I want to see how handsome the real person you are talking about is."

The young medical officer asked He Guizi to tell him that there were many handsome men in this dynasty, and that he should find a painter with better painting skills to paint the picture for him to take back home after some time.

She could not wait any longer, so she kicked King Yan, who was hiding on the bed, off the bed and turned into a wisp of red smoke, coming to the human world.

The only ones left were Prince Yan, who was sitting on the ground rubbing his butt in pain, and He Guizi, whose pupils were dilated.

He Guizi: Well, I know some gossip about my boss. I don’t know how he will die next... Oh no, he’s already dead.

"Now that you're here, who's going to scoop the soup?" Su Qing asked mischievously.

Meng Po didn't care. "That's something King Yan should consider. I'm going to take a vacation."

Su Qingwan exclaimed in her heart, "What a beauty!" Damn Yan Wang, you deserve it!

Su Qingwan wanted to gossip more, but Meng Po pushed her to the side with the hand holding the fan, and twisted her to the side of the prince and Xiao Jingchi.

With a face full of passion, he looked up and down, "Not bad." He glanced at another one, "This one is not bad either."

After staring at Xiao Jingchi for a while, he smacked his lips with satisfaction.

The last time I saw this guy was when he came to beat up Prince Yan because of the little medical official.

Finally, it was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who came forward to explain and plead for mercy, and only then was the Pluto Palace saved.

"Wanwan, do you know each other?" Xiao Jingchi looked at Meng Po staring at him, feeling a little unhappy and frowned slightly.

"This is Meng Po."

Su Qingwan said bluntly that the two people in front of her had seen all the ghosts they should have seen.

"She...is a ghost? Then why can Xing'er see it?" The prince was puzzled. He remembered that Su Qingwan had never given Xing'er a talisman to make her appear.

Besides, Xing'er had no idea that Su Qingwan could catch ghosts, and she had never seen a ghost.

But why does Xing Er look so calm at this moment?

"How can my sister Meng be compared to those little brats?" Su Qingwan flattered her, "She can cast a spell to hide and reappear at will."

The prince looked as if he had realized what was happening, and asked Xing Er, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Ghosts are not as scary as people." Xing'er said calmly.

The prince gave Xing'er a thumbs up.

"You are worthy of being the girl who dares to dig up my grave!" Feng Xiu'er poked her devilish head out from behind the prince.

The Meng Po in front of him was even more yin-energy-intensive than her, and the little ghost was afraid of her.

"You are a good little groom, but you seem to be restrained by something." Meng Po whispered in Su Qingwan's ear.

Su Qingwan glanced at Xing'er. She counted on her fingers the first time she saw the girl, and could only calculate that she was destined to be rich, but she couldn't figure out where her home was.

"You have a spirit, can you help me calculate?" Su Qing nudged Meng Po.

"You should keep the baby you picked up for yourself." Meng Po said as she twisted her body and walked past the crowd to the front of the carriage, then turned into a wisp of red smoke and went in.

Su Qingwan curled her lips and got into the carriage, "Isn't my soul imprisoned by your old lover?"

Otherwise, who would bite their own fingers to draw talismans?

Prince...

Just leave after viewing? So quick and easy? Women! Ghosts! They are all the same.

Xiao Jingchi followed without saying a word.

After all the people and ghosts got on the carriage, Su Qingwan told Xing'er to go to the Su Mansion.

"When will Sister Meng go down?" Su Qingwan leaned on Meng Po's shoulder and asked lazily.

Meng Po's shoulders shook, and Su Qingwan's head leaned towards Xiao Jingchi's shoulder on the other side.

"I'll stay here with you for a while. I've already made several jars of Meng Po soup. It won't be in short supply in a short time."

Su Qingwan put her head on Meng Po's shoulder again, "That's great."

There is no difference between having Meng Po around and coming back as a spirit. The only difference is that there are some handsome men for her to admire.

"But I think it would be better for you to change your name. If you stay here for a long time, you will inevitably have to interact with people. You can't call me Meng Po Meng Po."

"What is that called?" Meng Po fanned herself with a round fan.

Su Qingwan thought about it, and suddenly straightened up, "How is Meng Xiaolong?"

Xiao Jingchi and the prince's eyebrows twitched when they heard this, and this Meng Po was about to explode.

"That's a good name, let's call her Meng Long!" Meng Po clapped her hands and pointed at Feng Xiu'er who was chewing a cake with her green jade finger, "You can be my maid."

Prince...

Bro, are you still calm?

Xiao Jingchi......