Ming Li showed no expression, her brow furrowed. Why was this male lead so prone to tears? So troublesome.
Meeting the little boy's gaze, Ming Li floated towards the room he pointed to.
Just as she was halfway there, she was called back by the little boy behind her.
Looking at his sister's retreating back, Mo Lin Yu suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity and instinctively asked, "Sister, will you leave again?"
Hearing the little boy's words, Ming Li didn't even lift her eyebrows. "Yes."
Mo Lin Yu, "...... Then will you come back? What should I do if I want to see you?"
At this, Ming Li raised an eyebrow, turned around, and cast a casual glance at the little boy in front of her. After a moment's thought, she reached directly into her chest and pulled something out. In the next second, a blood-red heart was extracted by her.
Ming Li paused for a moment. After a flash of strange power in her hand, the heart transformed into a palm-sized red gem, emitting a faint red glow. It was extremely beautiful, and extremely eerie.
Ming Li handed it to the little boy and said, "When you encounter danger, call out to me with this, and I will appear."
Mo Lin Yu carefully put away the red gem and nodded solemnly, "I understand, sister. You should go rest quickly."
Ming Li hummed in response, turned, and floated into the room.
However, as soon as she closed the room door, the entire room's scene completely changed, becoming sinister and terrifying. Moreover, from somewhere near her bed, a lot of smoke emerged. Within the gray mist, a black gate faintly appeared...
In a short while, the gate slowly opened, and an endless stream of ghostly energy poured out from within...
Seeing this, Ming Li's eyes darkened. In the next second, a familiar large iron hammer appeared beside her.
Just as the gate fully opened, the large iron hammer violently flew over, smashing the gate back into the gray mist with a single blow. Even the ghostly energy and mist dispersed slightly.
The gate, "......"
"Presumptuous!"
After a moment of eerie silence, an enraged voice suddenly came from the direction where the gate had appeared.
Looking over, Ming Li saw a burly figure, dressed in a wide black robe, floating out from the gate's original position.
The man's eyes were like copper bells, he had a handlebar mustache, and two pointed horns on his head, exuding an air of inviolable authority.
Upon seeing Ming Li, the Ghost King's emotionless eyes flickered in surprise. Recovering himself, he cleared his throat and said coldly, "You have been dead for several days, why have you not gone to the underworld?" All this merit and golden light was enough for him to improve his cultivation by several levels.
As he thought this, a trace of greed flashed in the Ghost King's eyes.
Ming Li caught the greed in the man's eyes and frowned with displeasure, "The underworld? Having occupied the Reincarnation Platform, you truly consider yourself the King of Hell?"
Yes, there was no underworld in this world, only the netherworld. Those who died and wished to reincarnate could go to the Reincarnation Platform. Those who did not would only wander the world for seven years. After seven years, their souls would dissipate, and they would vanish from this world forever.
Later, the Reincarnation Platform was occupied by some powerful wandering spirits. Gradually, an "underworld" appeared in the netherworld, and to reincarnate, one had to offer sufficient benefits...