TSFLIP Chapter 618

Tang Xiaole.”
A blond-haired girl looked at Feng Guang and called out.

Feng Guang let out a cold laugh and said, “Sorry, that’s not my name.”

“Huh? You’re not Tang Xiaole?” The girl glanced down at the book in her hand, then waved her hand. Beside Feng Guang, the image of the real Tang Xiaole briefly appeared before fading away. The girl then fell into a long silence.

At this point, Feng Guang had grown accustomed to everything. Even if the King of Hell himself stood in front of her, she’d have the guts to curse him out. After all, who wouldn’t be pissed off if they were just living their life and suddenly got dragged to the underworld for no reason? Even the most patient person would eventually lose their patience.

“Naihe!” Suddenly, the girl slammed her hand on the table and shouted furiously, “You idiot, you grabbed the wrong person!”

“I did?” The man named Naihe responded flatly. Even after realizing his mistake, he showed no reaction at all.

“Didn’t I show you what Tang Xiaole looks like!? How could you still grab the wrong person!?”

“Everyone looks the same to me.”

“And didn’t I also tell you Tang Xiaole was wearing a skirt when she died!?”

“She is wearing a skirt.”

“She was wearing a green skirt, for crying out loud! I told you Tang Xiaole would be in white! Can’t you tell the difference!?”

A nearby ghost minion muttered under their breath, “You forgot, Lady Meng—Naihe is missing three of the five senses.”

The five senses are hearing, smell, taste, touch, and sight. Naihe wasn’t just missing touch and taste—he also had impaired vision. He was colorblind. In other words, every color in his eyes looked like shades of black and white.

So yeah, talking to him about white or green skirts was pointless.

“Meng Po?” Feng Guang, who thought she’d seen it all, was still surprised to learn that this rough teenage-looking girl was the legendary Meng Po. “You’re Meng Po?”

“What, that’s so hard to believe?” the blonde girl snapped with a scowl.

Feng Guang paused, then said, “It’s just… you’re way younger than I imagined.”

“Hmph! You humans just love spreading that nonsense about me being an old crone! I’m only 4,208 years old. That’s hardly old!” As expected from a woman, talking about her age instantly set her off, even if that woman happened to be over four thousand years old.

Feng Guang’s mouth twitched. That was the first time she’d heard someone call 4,208 their prime. She said bluntly, “Well, I have a complaint. I was trying to save someone’s life when your underworld errand boy dragged me in here. So what are you going to do about the fact that you guys caught the wrong person?”

“That’s Naihe’s fault! Go take it up with him!” Meng Po pointed straight at him, then sat down and slapped the table, yelling, “Next! Everyone in line, time to drink your Forgetful River Water!”

She did have the energy of a schoolyard queen bee calling kids to line up for snacks.

The nearby ghost minions quickly wrangled their ghosts into neat rows and started ushering them off to reincarnation.

Meng Po had no interest in dealing with the hassle. Feng Guang had no choice but to turn to the man holding her by a chain—wait, no, a leash. No—chain. She raised a brow. “So, now that you know you’ve got the wrong person, aren’t you going to let me go?”

Naihe didn’t look at her. Instead, he turned to the pretending-to-be-busy Meng Po and said, “Didn’t you say you needed to hit your quota? She’s already here. Let her reincarnate.”