I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

"Brother Yang, Jinghai City is really in chaos recently."

In the dimness, I heard the voice of a familiar woman again.

Yang Shou opened his eyes.

Not surprisingly.

A cemetery, a tomb, a tombstone with a picture of myself on it.

And the girl squatting on the ground burning paper money.

"I heard that not only Jinghai is in chaos, but the entire Yanlong Kingdom and Blue Star are in chaos."

"There are some small countries, and the treacherous people have no scruples, and they have emptied the official power there."

"The more I listen, the more I feel that these humans seem to be more terrifying than weird."

"Brother Yang, I'm really scared."

"But I still pretended to be strong in front of my parents."

"Only when I come to visit you, will I chatter in front of the grave."

"You don't blame me, do you?"

Zhao Maimai wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and continued to throw paper money into the flames.

"Brother Yang, since you know something weird."

"I've been expecting you to entrust me with dreams."

"Tell me how you're doing over there."

"Tell me what I burned for you, whether you like it or not."

"But I never dreamed of you."

"Think about it, you have been gone for so many years, surely you won't become weird?"

"I may never see you again."

"But it doesn't matter. I know you are a very kind person. If you really become weird, you will definitely be in pain."

"I hope you can always be happy and happy, even down here."

"Look what I brought you today."

Zhao Maimai dragged out the bag behind him with difficulty, opened it, and took out books one by one.

Seeing this scene, Yang Shou's heart tightened.

It feels like the scriptures of various sects,

The scriptures last time frightened him a lot.

Although it was a blessing in disguise, he really gained the ability in the scriptures.

For this kind of thing, as a weird man, he has no reason to resist it.

I always worry that sooner or later, these things can be used to deal with weird things, and I will give his ashes first.

It's too scary.

Just, focus and watch carefully.

Yang Shou found something wrong.

This time it seems that it is not a scripture.

The cover is colorful and very fancy.

"These are comics and novels."

"The hot ones among young people."

"I don't know what you like either."

"I can only burn it to you according to my guess."

"No, your boys' favorite fantasy novels are Xiuxian novels."

"There are also hot-blooded comics."

"When you're bored down there, you can watch these to pass the time."

"Hey, Brother Yang, look how smart and considerate I am."

"With me paying homage to you, you must be the happiest class ever."

"Wait in two days, after you finish reading these, if there is any character you like, I can also make it for you."

"Brother Yang, do you know what a figure is?"

"It's the characters in the novels, the characters in the comics, made into models of villains."

"Actually, I don't understand these things."

"But a lot of boys like it."

"I won't allow Brother Yang to fall behind."

"I……"

Zhao Maimai's voice was light and clear, like an ignorant elf whispering in the forest.

Listening, Yang Shou fell into a deep sleep again.

I don't know how long it has been.

Slowly out of breath.

I don't know what weight is pressing on my chest, and it is difficult to turn over.

Ghost press?

Yang Shou thought subconsciously.

Then realized it was wrong.

He himself is weird.

How can there be ghosts pressing the bed?

Open your eyes, the sun is bright in the room.

But there is a white thigh, which is pressed across the chest, and the delicate and smooth skin is even more white and shiny.

"Reba?"

"Why are you so dishonest in your sleep?"

"When I fell asleep, I fell asleep, and my thighs were pressed against me!"

"And didn't I emphasize that?"

"You have to wear pajamas to sleep, at least something to wear anyway?"

Yang Shou yelled, hugging Reba's thigh aside.

Reba and Yang Mi were woken up at the same time, each rubbing their eyes and looking at him sleepily.

"Brother Yang, it's really hot to sleep with clothes on."

"Nonsense, three people squeezed into one bed, it must be hot, you see, it made me so hot that my nose bleeds."

Yang Shou had a serious face, wiped the blood from his nose, quickly pulled up the quilt, covered Reba and Yang Mi, and emphasized again:

"All in all, when you go to bed tonight, you must wear some clothes, you know?"

Reba and Yang Mi had no choice but to reply helplessly as if they knew it.

Yang Shou can't say otherwise.

He was worried that if it continued like this, he would inevitably be unable to hold it.

It's okay if there are two big living people.

No matter how beautiful these two are, they are just paper figures.

I always feel weird.

"If the strangeness comes and I can appear in reality, will I see their real bodies?"

"Then I have no psychological concerns."

Yang Shou murmured, then shook his head with a smile.

The paper figurine is his maid.

It should have nothing to do with the ontology, right?

It is impossible to come to reality, and the two big stars will serve him like this.

Got up, ready to get out of bed, bent over to put on shoes, and found that there was a lot of cash under the bed.

If Zhao Maimai continues to burn like this, the entire floor of the room will be paved with red bricks.

There was nowhere to go, it was all bundles and bundles of money.

I just don't know where those novels and comics went.

Yang Shou is quite interested in this.

I want to know the difference between the real and realistic works and the works in their world.

Scanned around, found nothing.

Could it be that this kind of thing, which itself is just nonsense, can't become real?

Just thinking about it, my mind suddenly became chaotic.

It's like an exclamation point thrust into a full stop abruptly.

Huge and complicated memories flooded into my mind crazily.

Techniques, moves, bloodlines, talents...

Compared with the knowledge in the scriptures last night.

These things are more complicated and messy, most of them are unsystematic, and cannot be used for a while.

But there are already some unconstrained abilities that have become real.

Yang Shou opened his eyes in shock.

He's only now fully aware of it.

It turned out to be true.

No matter what Zhao Maimai burns on his grave, it will come true!

His weirdness seems a bit invincible!