Lu Li is dead, burn paper money if you need anything.

"Amitabha! Surrender and you will not be killed! Hmm?"

A group of bald men... a group of bald men wearing headscarves, carrying assault rifles, charged into Laohuai Village in a three-man formation.

But the result greatly disappointed them.

There wasn't a soul in the village.

They had dozens of men carrying assault rifles, with rocket launchers and excavators ready to go at any moment, but it was like punching cotton.

That can't be!

"Amitabha Buddha... Disciples, heed my command! Quickly search the entire village!"

Without saying a word, the monks quickly dispersed into groups of three and began searching the entire village.

About twenty minutes later, a monk ran up to Shi Yongfa to report, "Uncle-Master, we've found it."

After saying that, the young monk leaned close to Shi Yongfa's ear and whispered a few words.

"Um."

Shi Yongfa's expression changed, and he hurriedly went to find Pan Shuai, "Benefactor Pan, the person has been found."

"Oh?" Pan Shuai, who was trying to subtly glean information from Xing Tian, ​​perked up. "Where?"

"Under the trees behind the ancestral hall."

Shi Yongfa's tone was somewhat heavy, "In short... Benefactor Pan, please be mentally prepared."

Pan Shuai's heart skipped a beat; he had a bad feeling.

Pushing aside the crowd, he hurriedly ran towards the village ancestral hall.

Xing Tian followed closely behind him.

He also had a bad feeling.

Soon, their premonitions came true.

The ancestral hall in the village has an open courtyard and is located at the end of the village.

Right next to the ancestral hall is a small hill, where the huge old locust tree, over a hundred meters tall, stands.

Upon entering the ancestral hall, Pan Shuai frowned.

The tables and chairs inside the ancestral hall were neatly arranged, but the dilapidated atmosphere could not be concealed.

The key issue isn't there, but rather the chairs with their backs.

The chairs on both sides... were covered with black and white half-body photos.

Generally, such photos appear in funeral parlors.

But there are more than thirty frames here containing black and white half-body photos.

What exactly is going on?

Without thinking further, Pan Shuai quickly passed through the ancestral hall, and then subconsciously slowed his pace and breathing.

Xing Tian, ​​who was running behind him, turned pale instantly when he saw the scene under the old locust tree on the small hill behind the ancestral hall.

A gentle breeze rustled through the tall locust trees.

Under the tree, a person was sitting leaning against it.

There were two mummified corpses at his feet.

The two mummified corpses were wearing the same black suits as Pan Shuai!

They must be the two missing employees of the Super Spirit Bureau who went missing in Laohuai Village.

And the man leaning against the tree with his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep... was none other than Lu Li!

Xing Tian frowned. "He couldn't be..."

Pan Shuai went up with a gloomy face, raised his hand, trembled slightly, and then firmly extended it under Lu Li's nose.

Then, he withdrew his hand and silently lit a cigarette.

After a long pause, he cursed, "Damn it!"

Xing Tian gritted his teeth, went over and touched Lu Li's neck.

The skin felt icy cold.

And there was absolutely no pulse.

Lu Li is probably indeed dead.

Xing Tian's mind went completely blank.

This is Lu Li! The BOSS-level monster Lu Li who can travel between worlds!

How could he have died so mysteriously?

But if it were that easy to kill him... just how terrifying would the boss here be?

He suddenly felt fear.

............

Lu Li scratched his neck.

The woman in the red wedding dress sitting opposite him had a questioning look in her pink eyes.

"It's nothing," Lu Li smiled. "My neck just suddenly feels a little itchy."

"My dear, I have prepared water for you to wash your feet. You can go to bed soon..."

The woman with long, milky-white hair lowered her eyes slightly and raised her hand to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

The classical charm that burst forth in that instant made Lu's heart skip a beat.

"Huai..." Lu Li suddenly stammered.

What's the most appropriate way to address her?

Miss Huai?

Miss Huai?

Preface?

But he saw the surname on the memorial tablet very clearly.

Miss Huaixu's surname should have been Dong, but we don't know her full name. It seems that her name on the memorial tablet has been erased.

"Miss Dong?"

"Miss Dong..." Huai Xu murmured the title repeatedly, his mind momentarily dazed.

Lu Li looked a little puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Huai Xu lowered his head and smiled slightly. "I just felt that the name sounded familiar."

"Could it be that your surname isn't Dong?"

"My surname should be Dong, but..." Huai Xu still smiled faintly, "I have no memory of my past life. I don't know who I am, where I came from, or why I died."

Do people lose all their memories of their past life after death?

Lu Li tentatively asked, "Have you ever thought about trying to regain your past memories?"

"No need. Those were things from before I died, and if I were still alive, I'm afraid I would never have the chance to see my beloved again."

Huai Xu smiled gently, her eyes crinkling.

Her smile is beautiful, but it always feels dangerous, like an evil, wicked smile, as if she's plotting something sinister.

Mysterious, yet captivating.

Based on the short time they'd spent together, Lu Li felt that Miss Huai Xu seemed to be quite simple-minded and easy to talk to.

She would answer any question with gentle and soothing words, completely unlike the aggressive Miss Bai and the mysterious Miss Luo.

But Lu Li did not forget the series of things the other party had done and the evaluation of her by the dating app.

[Her actions are unpredictable, making it difficult to discern her thoughts, but in reality, she is a meticulous, calm, and highly purposeful individual.]

But he didn't forget his last comment.

As the saying goes, when a person dies, they become a ghost; when a ghost dies, it becomes a spirit; and then gradually becomes silent and formless. Therefore, many people cannot see her or hear her voice; in short, she is a very lonely being.

This comment seems very personalized.

But... what a lonely fellow...

Lu Li, propping his chin on his hand, suddenly asked, "So, what should I call you now?"

"My lord, you may simply call me Huai Xu, or... or..." Huai Xu lowered her head slightly, two blushes rising on her porcelain-like face. "My wife... it's not impossible..."

"Besides, my name 'Huai Xu' was given to me by my husband, so it's fine to address me as such."

"The name I chose?" Lu Li keenly noticed this.

This sentence contains a lot of information.

This means that Huai Xu had seen him before, but he did not have any recollection of seeing her.

After all, this is a female ghost, and a "Xi Yi" kind at that.

Judging from their clothing and manner of speaking, they seemed to be from ancient times. If Lu Li had met them before, he would definitely have a deep impression of them.

Could it be that I was born at an inauspicious time and hour, so I didn't live to be eighteen years old? My grandfather took me to the cemetery to find an ancient female boss and then gave me away to be her child husband?

Is there such a good thing?

But Lu Li quickly denied this.

He has lived in the city since birth, and his grandparents have also lived in the city. His hometown is also in the county town, and he had never been to any similar villages when he was a child.

Moreover, his birthday is December 31st at 11 PM, which is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the yin time.

Therefore, there is only one truth to the matter!

This girl had indeed seen him before.

But considering what Miss Luo said before she left—"I'll be waiting for you in the past"—...

Miss Huai Xu may have actually seen herself before, but what she saw was probably her future self.

As Lu Li was pondering, Huai Xu suddenly got up and began to take off his clothes.

Mr. Lu was taken aback and asked, "So rushed?"

Huai Xu's slender, fair fingers trembled slightly, and a blush spread from her porcelain-white face to her earlobes and neck.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice was barely audible, "When we parted before, my beloved said that the next time we met would be the day we were married, and also..."

She suddenly took Lu Li's hand.

Her hands were ice-cold.

"My love, are you cold?"

Lu Li nodded. "Cold."

Huai Xu's eyes curved into crescents; though extremely shy, she was also remarkably bold.

"My beloved once told me that even if my body is cold, as long as someone remembers me, my heart will be warm."

After a pause, she uttered the words that were a fatal blow to Lu Li.

"Whether my heart is warm or not, I do not know, but whether my inner self is cold or warm... does my beloved not want to know?"

Lu Li: "!!!"

Oh? Could this be the legendary "cold exterior, warm interior"?

At that moment, he admitted that he had misunderstood.