C9 Broken Pills

Meng Xiaobai was very unhappy. She had just been rejected by Yu Moxiang, and now she was about to be mocked by this arrogant woman.

Why bother?

"The little ghost will have his lifespan cut off. Not only will he become more and more dispirited, but he will also implicate the people around him."

At this point, Fong Mengru suddenly stopped and her expression became ugly.

"Do you know that in order to help you solve this troublesome matter, not only did he personally take action, but he was also blamed by you. If it was me, I would have finished you off long ago!"

"According to what you said, should I thank you?"

Meng Xiaobai was not to be outdone. Killing was killing, how could there be any unforgivable secrets?

He directly added, "I won't let this matter rest. Take care of yourself!"

With that, Meng Xiaobai ignored Fong Mengru's anger and left the villa.

With a belly full of anger, Meng Xiaobai was so angry that she had nowhere to vent it. Without thinking, she went straight to a bar by the side of the road.

The atmosphere in the bar was very lively, and Meng Xiaobai's heart immediately became much happier.

The women with long hair on the dance floor seemed to have forgotten their identities as they waved their souls around happily.

Meng Xiaobai did not like the decadence here, and the bottom line in her heart was raised a little.

She found a quiet corner and just as she sat down, the soft sofa beside her sank, and a strong smell of alcohol assaulted her nostrils.

"Beauty, are you alone?"

The man's voice did not seem to arouse Meng Xiaobai's interest as his face was filled with gloom.

"You shameless thing, I'm giving you face by talking to you!"

After cursing a few times, the man got up and left, disappearing into the noisy decadence.

Meng Xiaobai seemed to have turned a deaf ear and leaned back on the sofa. After drinking a few bottles of beer, the melancholy in her heart could not be removed.

"Alone?"

A desolate voice sounded as Meng Xiaobai looked indifferently at the sofa opposite him.

In the darkness, a young man buried his face in the darkness, but even so, Meng Xiaobai could tell at first glance that something was wrong with him.

"Aren't you afraid of scaring people by coming to such a place?"

Hearing Meng Xiaobai's question, the man suddenly laughed softly, and just stared at the remaining beer on the table in front of Meng Xiaobai.

He asked, "Can I have a taste of the beer?"

Meng Xiaobai was stunned for a moment before nodding, "Up to you. I can't afford to offend ghosts like you."

The man seemed to turn a deaf ear to her. His eyes flashed as he quickly poured himself a cup of beer. Then, he put it to his nose and sniffed it.

"You don't like it?"

Seeing that the man was only sniffing but not drinking, Meng Xiaobai felt a little strange.

The man was still calm as he said with a smile, "When I was alive, I was an alcoholic. I was born to drink, and I loved it so much that I gave my life to wine."

Although she was shocked, Meng Xiaobai did not want to show any expression of surprise, but only smiled faintly.

"Not regretting is the best state of mind."

The man frowned and said: "Of course I regret it. I lost everything because of the wine."

"A dead man can't be revived. Isn't reincarnation the best choice?"

Meng Xiaobai's question seemed to have stabbed right into the pain in the man's heart.

"At first, I didn't want to leave this world. I stayed four years."

Meng Xiaobai was extremely shocked in her heart, and then sighed, "If I didn't quarrel with him, perhaps I would have pleaded for you."

When the man heard this, his face lit up, but in the end, he was slightly disappointed, "It's fine. There's not much time left. I'm very content."

Looking at the man's face in the darkness, Meng Xiaobai's heart sank.

She did not know how long her Yin Yang Eyes would accompany her, and she felt even more regret for her incompetence.

She wanted to know more about this mysterious world. She wanted to do something in this world.

Yu Moxiang was right, but Meng Xiaobai disagreed with his words.

Humans and ghosts were different. Why couldn't the two of them love each other?

Meng Xiaobai was unable to accept this kind of unreasonable reality, and even more so, she could not understand who set this rule!

"It doesn't matter. At most, I'll just turn into ashes."

Although the man's voice was very soft, Meng Xiaobai could still hear it clearly in the noisy environment.

"What did you say? Turn into ashes?"

Meng Xiaobai immediately stood up from the sofa. The man's face that was hidden in the darkness gradually appeared under the fluorescent light.

His delicate face carried a hint of ruthlessness and gentleness.

He was handsome, but not ordinary.

Meng Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, then she frowned, "Is what you said true?"

"If a person doesn't reincarnate after death, they will be eliminated by the Underworld and will turn into ashes very quickly."

"Impossible!"

Meng Xiaobai put down the beer bottle in her hand. Only at this moment did she realize that she had drunk too much.

Her entire body was swaying, and she could not stand stably, but she tried her best to stand firm.

When the man saw this, he shook his head and stood up from the sofa, wanting to reach out to support Meng Xiaobai.

When Meng Xiaobai saw this, she hurriedly grabbed the man's arm and fell into his arms.

Before Meng Xiaobai could thank him, a cold voice sounded in front of her.

Yu Moxiang's face was cold, and the temperature around him dropped. He said with a hint of killing intent, "The two of you are in a good mood, but did I disturb you?"

The man's body trembled and he took a few steps back, but he used his hand to support Meng Xiaobai's body again.

Meng Xiaobai raised her eyes and saw that it was Yu Moxiang. She was shocked.

"Why are you here?"

With that, Meng Xiaobai broke free from the man's hand and fell towards Yu Moxiang.

She had probably drunk too much. Although her head was still a little clear, her limbs had long since lost all feeling.

Yu Moxiang frowned as he reached out his hand to restrain Meng Xiaobai's shoulder. He frowned slightly, his expression extremely displeased.

He asked, "Why did you drink?"

Meng Xiaobai shrank back into Yu Moxiang's arms, raised her chin, and closed her eyes. "I'm a human too, why can't I drink? Besides, I'm twenty years old now. I'm not an eighteen-year-old child."

"But you drank too much."

Yu Moxiang's voice was cold, and his gaze quickly fell on the man.

"What did you do to her?"

The man's voice was trembling. "She's just a friend I just met."

"Is that so?"

Yu Moxiang's aggressiveness woke Meng Xiaobai up from her daze. She patted her head and struggled out of Yu Moxiang's arms.

He took a few steps forward and used his body to block the man's path. "Yu Moxiang, he called out. Aren't you very powerful? Can you save him? He's going to turn into ashes!"

Yu Moxiang's expression didn't look good at all. His eyes turned sinister as he stepped forward and picked Meng Xiaobai up before striding out of the bar.

At the villa in the Bai Jia District.

With a cold expression, Yu Moxiang placed Meng Xiaobai on his pure black bed. He took out a talisman paper, lit it, and placed it in the water cup. Then, he fed the talisman paper water to Meng Xiaobai.

She didn't have the ability to deal with ghosts yet, but she kept touching the ones that gave her bad reactions.

Yu Moxiang stood helplessly by the bed. At this moment, a strong mental struggle was going on in his heart.

Yu Moxiang's face darkened as he looked at the woman who had dirtied his bedsheet.

Finally, Yu Moxiang picked Meng Xiaobai up and threw her into the bathtub that was filled with warm water.

Meng Xiaobai's body was immersed in warm water. After letting out a sudden comfortable groan, she leaned against the wall of the bathtub with a very comfortable expression.

Yu Moxiang raised his eyebrows. He suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was torturing him so much that he didn't look like the him he used to be.

He sighed and turned around to leave the bathroom.

When Meng Xiaobai woke up from her dream, she almost choked to death on her saliva.

She struggled to sit up straight in the bathtub and looked at her body in disbelief.

"This, this is..."

Meng Xiaobai looked around the bathroom. The bathroom was fully equipped, and the sink was filled with bottles and bottles that she had never seen before.

The huge bathroom was almost as big as Meng Xiaobai's rented house.

Immediately, Meng Xiaobai reached out her hand and pinched her thigh with all her might. She instantly grimaced in pain.

Meng Xiaobai got up from the bathtub. The water in the bathtub was at a constant temperature, and as soon as she came out, the water vapor on her body evaporated, causing Meng Xiaobai to feel cold.

She hurriedly reached out and pulled off the bathrobe on the shelf, changing off her wet clothes.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Meng Xiaobai saw her true appearance in a sorry state from a large piece of floor-to-ceiling glass.

Her hair was wet and dripping with water. In the mirror, she was wearing a wide bathrobe.

Her long pants were long enough to wipe the floor, and she looked like a small wooden stick wrapped in cloth.

Meng Xiaobai, who was stunned for a moment, lifted her foot and walked out. What appeared in front of her was a huge bedroom.

There was a large black bed and the room was extremely tidy. Other than the large bed, there were almost no other decorations in the room.

After walking around the room, Meng Xiaobai stopped in front of a large bookshelf.

The bookshelf was two to three times Meng Xiaobai's height. It was directly pressed against the ceiling and was filled with all kinds of books.

At this moment, Meng Xiaobai was like a little rabbit as she looked at the rows of books in front of her in a daze.

Most of them were in foreign languages, but the man could not see many of them.

His gaze stopped at the top of the bookshelf. A book that looked ancient and had a few ancient words engraved on it completely attracted Meng Xiaobai's attention.

Meng Xiaobai found a chair and stepped on it. With the tip of her foot, she took the book down.