Ah Sheng stared blankly at the large group of figures in front of him, but his body moved forward before his consciousness could react.
"Hey, you are Mr. Mu!" A girl in Tsing Yi next to Ah Sheng suddenly pulled Ah Sheng's clothes excitedly, "Mr. Mu, you built my house! That's great!"
At that moment, Ah Sheng recalled why he was here and where he was.
As soon as the woman in green clothes said this, a circle of ghosts quickly formed around A Sheng at a visible speed.
"Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu, you are dead too."
"Mr. Mu, thank you for the spiritual house."
"Mr. Mu, are you going to reincarnate?"
Ah Sheng smiled friendly, "Yes, everyone, goodbye." Ah Sheng said, turned around and walked forward.
Looking at Ah Sheng's back, a middle-aged male ghost said to a beautiful young woman in her thirties next to him: "Mother Meng, doesn't it matter if you don't help Mr. Mu get rid of the memory of his previous life?"
"Humph, of course I was ordered to do this by the superiors," Po Meng rolled her eyes at the middle-aged male ghost, "Not to mention that he accumulated so much virtue in his previous life and helped so many homeless ghosts, which made the work in the underworld a lot easier. Even for the sake of the Eighteen Palaces, he has to be waterproof!"
The middle-aged male ghost was stunned. Could it be that the lady of the Eighteenth Palace is Mr. Mu?
Mrs. Meng snorted unintelligibly and left.
After a while, Granny Meng's lazy voice reached the ears of the middle-aged male ghost, "Xu Xu, there is God's will in the dark. Don't ask anymore!"