I’m already dead. I’m poor because there’s no one to burn paper?
4 The world has entered a strange era

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The netherworld?

The Underworld?

Or hell?

Yang Shou could not figure out the truth of the world, but that was not important.

"You can eat, drink, play, and do anything.”

"As long as I ignore the images of everyone dying, then this is the real world!”

"However, there's one thing I need to pay attention to."

Yang Shou felt helpless. He looked to the left and then to the right.

Yang Mi and Reba, the two great beauties, each stood at the side and hugged his arm tightly.

It felt like she wanted to stick to him.

The warm and soft touch did not feel like a paper figurine at all.

It only made Yang Shou, who was a normal man, restless.

But he thought further.

And these were just two girlfriends.

What if Zhao Maimai couldn't get his dream and thought that he didn't like her? What if she continued to burn his girlfriend?

Let alone burning the entire entertainment industry, even if half of it was burned, no matter how strong the cow was, it would not be able to plow so much land.

He would definitely die of exhaustion.

Forget it.

Burning paper people and whatnot were not eye-catching.

If the things that Zhao Maimai had burned in front of her grave could become real…

If he suddenly had a whim and burned a monster figurine, what would happen to the military model?

That thing wouldn't come true, right?

Yang Shou panicked.

He had to think of a way to summon Zhao Maimai in her dreams.

He went back to his neighborhood to study.

With two beauties in his arms, Yang Shou hailed a taxi. Under the driver's envious gaze, his expression did not change.

"Haven't you seen two girlfriends before?"

"Let's go back to Ping An Estate."

……

Zhao Maimai had been in a bad mood recently.

This matter started half a month ago.

From one night onwards, she would have nightmares every day.

The content of each dream was the same. A blood-red light enveloped the earth, and everywhere he could see, there were corpses scattered everywhere.

He didn't take it seriously for the first two days.

Later on, he started to pay attention to it.

In the end, she took medicine, saw a psychiatrist, and even prayed to God, but she still kept having nightmares.

A friend hinted to her that she had done something wrong and was being pestered by something.

Zhao Maimai swore to the heavens that she really, really hadn't done anything.

She asked for leave to go home and rest. She mentioned this to her parents. While her parents were worried, they suddenly thought of something and looked at each other.

"Could it be because of him?"

Zhao Maimai looked confused and asked,

"Who is he?"

" It's like this. You were still young back then, about four or five years old…"

Father Zhao and Mother Zhao talked about an old matter one after another.

When Zhao Maimai was still young, she ran to the rooftop to play when no one was paying attention. In the end, she somehow climbed over the fence and jumped off the rooftop.

Coincidentally, a young couple came to the rooftop to get some fresh air. The boy saw them and grabbed her without caring about his own safety. However, he was also hanging on the edge of the rooftop.

The remaining girl was too weak to pull her boyfriend and a child, so she went to call for help.

When the group of people rushed over, the boy could no longer hold on. He had no idea where the strength came from, but he threw Zhao Maimai back and fell straight down.

" That district is called Ping An District. I heard that ever since this incident happened, tragic things have been happening. A dog walking auntie was killed by a truck, and a young security guard was stabbed eight times by a thief…"

"Although our family moved away, we scraped together and compensated the boy's girlfriend with nearly a million yuan.”

"That boy seems to be called Yang Shou."

"So many years have passed. Ping An Estate has long been demolished. You've grown up too.”

His parents said nervously.

Zhao Maimai muttered Yang Shou's name silently. Not only did she not feel afraid, but she also felt relieved.

In a daze, she seemed to recall some fragments.

In the biting cold wind, a big brother with a bright smile said to her,"Good luck, little girl."

Then, she flew higher while the big brother flew lower.

That was the direction of the fall.

Zhao Maimai's heart ached. With red eyes, she asked for the old address of Ping 'an Community and turned to leave.

Just as his parents had said, there were too many strange things in Ping An Estate. It was demolished a long time ago and turned into a commercial street.

Fortunately, there were a few elderly people nearby who had lived in Ping An Community for many years and had a deep impression of what happened back then.

"That young man is the beginning of all the misfortune in the community.”

"No, grandpa. He did it to save people. He definitely won't bring misfortune.”

Zhao Maimai explained stubbornly.

The old man didn't say much and told her where Yang Shou was buried.

Zhao Maimai brought the joss money and finally found the grave.

On the tombstone, the boy was smiling brightly, just like in the past.

……

"Are we still going to the cemetery today?"

"You've been gone for two days, but you still have nightmares.”

"It seems that this matter has nothing to do with that young man. There's no need to go anymore, right?”

At the dining table, Mr. Jones persuaded helplessly.

Zhao Maimai didn't take it to heart.

She was thinking about what she should buy at the burial shop today.

Why don't I burn a few more paper figurines for Brother Yang?

She wondered if he would be bored down there.

Burn some novels or comics.

At this moment, the television that was playing the advertisement suddenly changed the scene, attracting the attention of the Zhao family's parents and Zhao Maimai.

On the television, the host who suddenly appeared sat upright and said seriously,

" Next, I will announce something…"

As they listened, the three people in the room fell into a daze.

At the same time, the city they were in, the Fire Dragon Kingdom they were in, and the entire Blue Planet they were in.

Billions of humans, through cable programs, online platforms, and all media that could transmit information, listened to a world-shocking announcement:

"In the dimension of the universe, the blue planet is like a drop of water in the ocean, extremely small.”

"In the long river of time, the history of mankind is also a short moment.”

"Our existence is a kind of coincidence, a kind of luck.”

"But fortunately, it will end one day.”

"Ten days later, the world will enter the Strange Era.”

"The people who died in the past will return to reality in a strange situation.”

"In the first stage, countless strange creatures will corrode the residences of the dead or the places of the dead, forming a strange instance dungeon.”

"In the second stage, the scope of all instance dungeons will be expanded to include the entire Blue Planet. Strange things will truly appear in our lives.”

"In the third stage, either we humans perish, or we let the strangeness perish!”

The host said solemnly," Strange things are about to descend and have already affected reality. Among humans, there are strange hosts who can communicate with certain strange things and use the power of strange things to resist strange things.”

"Some of the hosts have completed their awakening and obtained crucial information.”

"An unawakened deviant has the following characteristics.”

" The first type is when there are certain items around you that have become specialized, such as a comb that is constantly dripping blood, a mirror that cannot reflect people, or an autonomous car.”

"The second type is when the body changes. The bloody handprint on the back, the hair that grows crazily, and the broken fingers that don't bleed.”

" The third type is to repeatedly see certain phantoms, or to repeatedly have a nightmare.”

"The fourth…"

As she listened, Zhao Maimai suddenly froze.

She seemed to fit the third condition.

Since half a month ago, she had repeated nightmares every night.

This was one of the characteristics of the Strange Host.

However, they were different from ordinary hosts. Those people could only dream of specific things and specific mysteries.

What she dreamed of was an endless blood-colored world and endless corpses.

The Mysteries related to her seemed to be even more mysterious and powerful.

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