When the swordsman came out of Liwangtai, his mouth was crooked - he smiled. As soon as he saw Qinghuan, he stepped forward and clasped his fists, with a capital letter of joy on his face: "Thank you girl! Thank you girl! The girl is really a rebirth of her parents!"

Qing Huan looked at him and found that she had given birth to several children, but none of them looked like this. "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, so satisfied hahaha!" The swordsman danced, and there was a big hole in his chest, without any restraint.

Can he be unhappy? His original wish was that his sister could wake up, and he dared not ask for anything else. However, now! Not only is the sister awake now! He is also with the eldest brother! Although the sister is unwilling to miss the eldest brother's future like this, the eldest brother never leaves him. Not only that, the other girls, who should go home and awaken, have all returned to normal life anyway! Even the demon girl Yaoyao, who was disdainful to Bai Miao, patted her butt and went back to the Demon Cult to continue practicing martial arts!

The rose fairy and the beautiful girl in the green shirt went to the Tianshan lineage with the saint and officially became a teacher. The leader's daughter and the county magistrate all went home. They were beautiful and kind, so they could naturally find a true good match.

Bai Miao was disgraced. He practiced evil skills secretly but deceived the world to covet the position of leader. He was not even a disciple of Shaolin Temple at all. But after he first achieved the magical skills, he met the son of the monk's junior brother. Instead of calling him brother, he found out where the other party came from, and then killed the person, and then replaced others' identity! In other words, he was not called Bai Miao at all, his real name was Li Erniu!

Everyone scolds him, and the emperor naturally kills him. The swordsman thinks that this result cannot be more wonderful. He will be very happy even if he dies again!

Qing Huan glanced at this guy going crazy on the Naihe Bridge and smiled. It was the first time he saw such a happy ghost that he saw was a generous and generous person. He thought he would not die in vain in his next life.

The swordsman was a little sad after he was happy. He knew what the soup was. Legend has it that people would go to Naihe Bridge after they died. There was an old lady named Meng Po on Naihe Bridge. Meng Po could cook a bowl of Meng Po soup. If the ghost drinks Meng Po soup, he will forget the memories of his previous life and reincarnate. "Girl..."

"Um?"

Qinghuan thought this guy had something to ask, for example, what is the question like the ghosts before, what... what is the other end of the bridge? What will happen if he drinks this soup? Can he not drink it? What will he become in the next life... and so on. But she never expected that this guy actually asked: "Are you Meng Po? You don't look old at all."

Qinghuan: "..." Drink your soup and get rid of your eggs.

The swordsman finally drank all the soup, looked at Qinghuan, said thank you again, and then walked forward. Looking at his back, Qinghuan laughed. What an interesting guy. If every ghost on Naihe Bridge was like him, he would have been so worried.

Qinghuan stretched, but unfortunately she couldn't go to rest, but wanted to wait for the next ghost.

After waiting for a long time... Qinghuan and Ji Guang Xiaohei were tired of playing, and no one who should have appeared according to time came. She frowned. At this moment, Xie Bi'an floated out of the bridge deck and grabbed a ghost in his hand. Qinghuan looked closely and saw that this was the one who had missed the hour, but... what happened?! What was this? This ghost didn't look normal.

Xie Bi'an had a expressionless face: "The owner of the manor."

Qinghuan stood up and circled around the ghost for a few times, and asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know." Xie Bi'an was helpless. "Many people in that world have become like this. After her death, the ghost kept wandering on the underworld road and walked very slowly. My subordinate couldn't see it, so he caught her."

Qinghuan looks familiar with the appearance of this female ghost. This is a zombie. She saw it when she was watching movies in the modern world, but she didn't expect that it actually exists. After all, she has not seen the so-called "end of the world". But in theory, after a person dies, ghosts are rational, because these three souls and seven spirits have not decreased or been eliminated. Qinghuan closed his eyes and felt it. The soul of the female ghost was not damaged at all. So what's going on? Why is she still looking demented?

Qinghuan had an idea, but there was no "people" on the Naihe Bridge, so it could not be verified. Perhaps because neither she nor Xie Bi'an were humans, the female ghost did not respond to them. After all, only the fresh human flesh can arouse the desire in her heart.

Since she has a lot of souls, this is her current state, which is very natural. Qinghuan touched her chin and thought about it, and suddenly felt like she had mastered the evolution code. She was extremely smart and her brain was quickly turned. Although she had made several inferences, she still couldn't determine whether it was right or wrong without a precise implementation.

She stretched out her finger and pointed it between the female ghost's forehead. Given that the zombie's appearance was too hurtful, Qinghuan kindly helped her to return to her appearance as a normal human before her death.

The female ghost's eyes gradually began to become more and more sensible. Qinghuan took a few steps back and took the opportunity to say to Xie Bi'an while waiting for the female ghost to wake up, "Don't call me the owner of the manor in the future, it's not nice." She felt like a landlord, and she didn't even expose usury.

Xie Bi'an replied stiffly: "...I don't know what the subordinates want to call the owner of the manor."

Could it be that the bridge owner is better than the manor?

Qinghuan: "...what did you call her when my master was there?"

Xie Bi'an looked at Qinghuan as if he had become mechanized: "...Meng Po."

Oh...yes, every woman who cooks soup here is called Meng Po, even if it is just a little girl. Qinghuan noticed that the corners of her mouth were twitching. She looked at the rigid Xie Bi'an and said, "Then call me Meng Gu in the future." It suits her appearance very much, and she has always maintained her appearance as if she was seventeen or eighteen years old.

Xie Bi'an said: "But... Meng Po is not a honorary title, but a name."

"Anyway, it's decided. Don't call me the owner of the manor, nor do you call me Mengpo." Qinghuan waved Xie Bi'an away like a fly. She really felt so deserted when Mo Ze was not there. It's better to watch Mo Ze and Ji Guang Xiaobai rolling and playing together than to talk to Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an had a faint grievance on his face, and a few seconds later, he respectfully sued his leave.
Chapter completed!