Before leaving that day, she put an extra dose of sleep-inducing herbs into her sister's daily herbal medicine.
She originally just wanted her sister to sleep longer so that she could watch the lanterns with her parents.
Little did they know, her sister never woke up from her sleep.
And she finally chose to hang herself because of her parents' endless reproach!
She had no intention of killing her sister, and she would not have fallen into the Castle of Ghosts. But hanging yourself is one of the ten original sins, and requires severe punishment in the underworld.
It was because of this that she came to this gray area, the City of Ghosts.
"A mere female ghost wants to see the Ghost King. Who gave you the courage?" The black and white messenger An Hun half-squinted his eyes and looked at Meng Yuan with disdain.
An Hun is the black and white envoy of the Ten Palaces of the Underworld, responsible for maintaining the security of Wangui City and reincarnation.
She also has followers, one named Gui Hei and the other Gui Bai.
Looking around, the two followers were looking at each other with scornful expressions and extremely contemptuous expressions.
"Black and White Messenger, Meng Yuan just wants to thank the Ghost King, otherwise she will be allowed to stay one more night!"
"Presumptuous—" The Requiem Whip was swung, hitting a young girl's face hard, and the place where the whip was struck instantly burned.
The man quickly covered his face and groaned in pain, "Ahh-".
This girl's name is Dong'er, and she is a ghost who has stayed in Wangui City for a relatively long time.
She looks pure and pure, but because she accidentally spoke to the Ghost King, An Hun became jealous.
For thousands of years, the only person who has stayed with the Ghost King of the Tenth Palace in the underworld is An Hun.
She naturally believed that her position in his mind was different from that of these lonely ghosts.
"You... you've gone too far!" Meng Yuan pursed her lips and said, "Dong'er said something that you should treat her like this!"
"What did you say wrong?" An Hun snorted and said, "You are just a group of lonely ghosts. Why should the Ghost King see you?"
"I..." Mengyuan took a deep breath and said in a pleading tone: "I know that you are the black and white messenger, responsible for maintaining the order of Wangui City. I just want to see Brother Ghost King again, and I will leave!"
When she was sitting on the Naihe Bridge looking confused, it was Murong Ming who saw her. And she was brought to the Tenth Temple from the Third Temple, who was originally going to be reduced to a beast, for a new public trial.
To her, Wangui City is not a gray area, but a place warmer than her home in her previous life!
"Dream!" An Hun pulled the ghost chain with force, and the ghost on his wrist had already dissipated a little!
"Meng Yuan doesn't ask her!" Dong'er bit her lip and said, "My time here is not long, but it's not short either. I know very well what she is thinking in her dirty mind!"
"Pa—" The Requiem Whip swung again, hitting Dong'er hard on the back. Her soul trembled suddenly, and faint white fragments scattered down.
Her face was extremely pale, she vomited a large mouthful of blood, and collapsed directly to the ground.
"Dong'er - stop fighting, stop fighting, I'll go with you, I'll go with you -" Meng Yuan almost screamed out, the cryer begged her.
An Hun snorted coldly and said: "The evil ghost still dares to be arrogant in front of me. Do you know that your soul will disappear in this city of ten thousand ghosts with just one whip?"
Just when she held her head high and was about to pull Meng Yuan away, Dong'er, who fell to the ground, laughed strangely: "Bitch, do you think the Ghost King will like you? You didn't even look for a mirror to see what you look like!" (To be continued)