Zhao Maimai was standing in front of a funeral supplies shop in Jing Hai City with a long face.
"Mom, I can go by myself. You don't have to follow me.”
"Besides, there's no need to buy so many things, right?”
"It feels so tacky."
Mother Zhao glared at her daughter as she instructed the workers to move the offerings one after another and pile them on the car.
"What do you mean tacky?"
"To burn things for the people below, you have to burn these.”
"Gold Ingot, Silver Ingot."
"Treasure bowl."
"The villa, the courtyard, and a luxury car.”
"Look at how meticulously the house is built. There are even color televisions in the rooms.”
"It doesn't matter if it was Yang Shou who helped you leave the instance dungeon.”
"Just because he has the same name, our Zhao family has to pay our respects to him.”
"After all, he really did save you in the past.”
"Daughter, don't worry about it."
"It's useless for you to burn those messy things.”
Mother Zhao was swift and decisive in her work. In the time it took to speak, she brought along the workers and almost emptied all the paper bundles in the shop.
He even prepared two large gunny sacks of Yin notes for the rest.
According to what she said.
This was to thank Yang Shou.
It was also to give out more money to celebrate his daughter's narrow escape.
Zhao Maimai couldn't persuade her mother, so she could only watch from the side.
A small truck was soon filled with offerings and set off.
……
"Zhao Maimai should have returned to Jing Hai.”
"I wonder what she will burn for me.”
"If I really burn figurines, can I make them come true here?”
Yang Shou lay on the bed, feeling a little happy.
He quite liked Zhao Maimai.
Of course, he also liked the things Zhao Maimai burned for him.
"Calm down and sleep."
Calming his emotions, Yang Shou closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.
The night gradually deepened.
Perhaps it was an instant, or perhaps it was a few hours.
A huge flame suddenly appeared in front of Yang Shou.
The raging fire crackled as if it wanted to burn everything.
Even before he got close, he could feel the scorching aura.
Was the cemetery on fire?
Opening his eyes with difficulty, Yang Shou floated in the air and looked at the scene below.
In front of his tombstone, flames continued to rise.
Thick black smoke followed the wind and drifted into the cemetery.
The administrator choked.
"Are you burning paper or the cemetery?”
In the distance, the old man in charge of the cemetery stomped his feet in anger.
"Cough cough, I'm sorry, sir. It's almost finished.”
"Cough cough, you hide first."
Zhao Maimai's eyes were red from the smoke, and tears were flowing out.
However, it was also because of this that her pleading expression looked even more pitiful.
"Hey!"
The old man could not bear to see the little girl like this. He could only suppress his anger and walk out of the cemetery.
"I seem to have bought too many of these things.”
Aunt Zhao said awkwardly," I haven't done this for many years. I forgot that the fire could be so big.”
In midair, Yang Shou was dumbstruck. Looking at all this, he suddenly felt a headache coming on.
He finally understood where Zhao Maimai's strange personality came from.
Aunt Zhao was not a reliable person.
"The netherworld."
"Yuan Bao."
"Treasure bowl."
"Hey, there's even a luxury car."
Yang Shou was completely speechless as he counted the paper bundles whose skeletons could be vaguely seen.
The items were quite complete.
But what he really wanted was nothing.
She might as well learn from Zhao Maimai and burn more novels and comics for him.
It would allow him to awaken a few more world-like abilities.
"This won't do. I still have to continue researching the Nightmare.”
"I'll try to enter reality and dream.”
"This way, I can get Zhao Maimai to burn whatever I want.”
With regret, his consciousness slowly blurred.
Whoosh!
After an unknown period of time.
Yang Shou stood up abruptly and sat up straight.
It was already dawn. The bright sunlight shone through the window into the room, bringing about an even more dazzling light.
Gold.
Gold on the ground.
It was so bright that it made people feel dazed.
There were also bundles of cash piled up into a thick wall.
Yang Shou looked at them blankly, not knowing whether he was happy or sad.
He suddenly felt that having too much money was quite annoying.
At least, he couldn't think of any use for so much money.
"This is a treasure bowl?"
In the room, a jade basin caught Yang Shou's attention.
He tried to throw a piece of gold into the basin.
A strange light flashed, and in the next second, a second piece of gold appeared out of thin air at the bottom of the pot.
"This thing is useful."
Yang Shou's eyes lit up, and his mood brightened again.
Zhao Maimai had once burned scriptures related to strangeness for him.
The Ksitigarbha Sutra had given him the Heavenly Dragon Tattoo and the protection of the Heavenly Dragon.
What the Diamond Sutra brought was the Vajra Purification Technique, which could eliminate the evil aura of strangeness and weaken strangeness.
The Taishang Zhengyi Curse Scripture allowed him to comprehend the Taishang Zhengyi Curse Talisman Art.
The first two were very convenient.
However, the Curse Talisman was a little troublesome. He needed to prepare high-grade cinnabar, wolf hair, Daoist talisman paper, and most importantly, his own blood essence.
Everything else was fine, but blood essence was the foundation of the human body. After it was consumed, it was harmful to the human body and required a long time to recover.
After Yang Shou learned of this, he lost interest in talisman arts.
However, things were different now.
With the treasure bowl, one born two, two born four, four born eight…
"I wonder if the treasure bowl can convert talismans.”
"I wonder if I have any blood essence.”
Yang Shou muttered to himself in confusion.
Only the living had blood essence, so of course the dead didn't.
Logically speaking, the people in Ping An Estate were all dead. They were all strange, and he was the same.
However, their daily lives were no different from real living people.
This was very strange.
This seemed to be one of the biggest secrets of the world where Ping An District was located.
He would only know if it worked or not after trying.
Yang Shou put on his clothes and went out, preparing to prepare everything.
After going downstairs, she unexpectedly realized that the layout of the neighborhood seemed to be a little wrong.
In the center of the green area of the residential area, a large Chinese-style building had appeared overnight.
White walls, gray tiles, high walls, courtyards, rockery, and the top of the pavilion could be seen. Of course, there was also the magnificent villa that was much higher than the wall.
"What's going on?"
Yang Shou was stunned. He looked around and realized that the residents in the neighborhood did not react to the sudden appearance of the building at all. It was as if they were used to it.
Recalling the offerings that Zhao Maimai and her daughter had made, his mouth gradually opened wide, and his eyes slowly glazed over.
"Little Yang, are you still asleep? What are you doing here so early in the morning?”
An old man who was doing his morning exercise in the neighborhood teased as he passed by. Then, he looked at the villa in the distance and said with a smile,
"Young man, you are really strange.”
"You bought this villa right after the community was built, but you've never lived there. Instead, you've been living in a unit building.”
"Looks like I'm really old. I can't understand the thoughts of young people anymore.”
Sir System shook his head and left with his hands behind his back.
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