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

The bank deposit is 9.56 million.

There are still people with nearly 20 million cash piled up at home.

How should the day be spent?

For this kind of thing, Yang Shou has no experience even dreaming.

But it doesn't matter, making money requires genius talent, not spending money.

Do things you usually don't want to do.

Usually reluctant to eat something to come again.

I usually have to buy things that I have to buy, but also come here again.

Joyful things are always very short-lived. Once you close your eyes and open them, a day will pass.

Yang Shou came back to his senses and realized that the sky was getting dark, and after the day was over, he was more tired than working all day.

It seems that spending money is also a hard work.

"I'll check it out tomorrow. If there's nothing wrong, I'll go buy a car or a house!"

In the taxi back to the apartment, he slumped on the back seat, thinking of these two important events in life.

What followed was that I couldn't help but think about where the family's money came from.

Spending money randomly in a day, and no one came forward to stop it.

If it is a prank, the price for the pleasure is too high.

Besides, among his cronies and friends, there are only a handful of people who can give out 10,000 yuan without changing their faces, let alone tens of millions.

A more reasonable guess is that, like in the movie, a group of rich and wealthy who have nothing to do, organized some program or event, and chose him.

"Another unreasonable guess."

Yang Shou muttered to himself, remembering the comments he saw last night, and that nightmare.

People are poor because they die and no one burns paper on it.

And in his dream last night, there was a beautiful woman squatting in front of the grave with his photo on it and burning paper.

Today he got tens of millions.

Logic works.

But the core is more outrageous than a dream.

Yang Shou thought he was a normal person and quickly denied this guess.

There are too many unreasonable places.

If he is a dead person, is the world he is in now the underworld?

What happened to the memories of the past and the living people around him?

There is another very important point.

If the above burns money, the people here can receive it, then the inflation here will be long ago, and the money will be worthless.

Unless he, Yang Shou, is the only one who can receive paper money.

"Am I the chosen one?"

Yang Shou just thought it was funny, and returned home with big bags and small bags.

After taking a shower, he stared at the tens of millions of cash distributed for a while.

The body is tired, sleepiness strikes,

go to bed.

The night was dark, breathing gradually calmed down, and the whole person calmed down.

But at this moment, a pleasant female voice came from beside my ear:

"Brother Yang, you must be very lonely down here."

"I thought about it and bought this again today. I hope you will be happier."

The sound came suddenly.

Yang Shou opened his eyes and found that he was floating above the cemetery again.

Below him, the pretty girl squatted in front of the grave, pushing the two paper figurines forward.

"I don't know what type you like, so I bought two for you."

"If you don't even like it, there is a spirit in the sky, just entrust me with the dream."

"But Brother Yang, these two paper figurines are not ordinary."

The girl stuck out her tongue, showing an embarrassed look.

"The same style as the star."

"The more mature one is called Yang Mi."

"This bright one is called Reba."

"Both are big stars and beautiful women."

"I also went to the store, only to find out that the boss is still secretly selling this kind."

"The boss said it's selling well."

"Anyway, everyone is buying it. It's okay to have one more. I can only say sorry to Sister Mi and Sister Reba."

Speaking of this, the girl's eyebrows were curved, and she smiled beautifully.

"I think it seems that many boys like the two of them. Brother Yang, you left early, but you are not very old, so you should like them too, right?"

"By the way, I forgot to tell you."

"I'm a star now, too."

"Hey, I have a lot of fans."

"Many people say that one day, I, Zhao Maimai, will become the top player in the entertainment industry."

"But I don't want to be top-notch, I just want to film in silence."

"Brother Yang, I want to see you again and say thank you personally."

"It's just that there will never be such a chance."

"Brother Yang, can you entrust me with a dream?"

"I want to see you, and I want to know what you like."

"Uh, burn some comics for you?"

"Death in the sea of ​​fire or something, or Dragon Ball."

"I heard that there are several novels that are very popular among boys..."

The girl's rambling voice kept echoing in her ears.

Yang Shou wanted to ask her very much, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and slowly, his consciousness became blurred.

...

It smells so good.

So slippery.

So soft.

Dim, as if still in a dream.

Yang Shou tossed and turned twice on the bed, only to feel that there seemed to be two more people in the bed.

Two delicate women.

Stretch out your hand and touch it up and down, the more you touch it, the more real it becomes.

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the woman beside him.

"Master, are you awake?"

The woman's eyes are big and charming, and they are so bright that water seems to flow out.

Yang Shou sat up with a bang and lifted the quilt.

In the next second, the two beauties looked shy and covered the important parts of their bodies, but because their postures were too graceful, their figures were very explosive, and their slender fingers covered them, making them even more attractive.

It's brutal!

Yang Shou was so frightened that he quickly put the quilt back on.

It's just that the quilt is 20 centimeters higher than usual.

"Who are you two?"

Caught in a dilemma, Yang shrunk his body tightly, but he couldn't avoid skin-to-skin contact.

"Master, the two of us are here to serve you."

"My name is Yang Mi."

"I'm Reba."

The two beauties explained with a smile.

It's okay if you don't explain it, but when you explain it, a chill flows from Yang Shou's tailbone straight to Tongtian's spirit cap.

If I remember correctly, I dreamed again last night.

And the girl named Zhao Maimai in the dream burned two paper figurines for him, and said they were of the same style as celebrities.

The names of the two celebrities are exactly the same as those of the two beauties beside them.

Yang Mi.

Reba.

When Zhao Maimai was burning, he briefly introduced it.

It is said that Yang Mi is mature, while Reba is brighter.

Looking at it now, this description is a bit inappropriate.

Yang Mi's temperament is between that of a girl and a young woman, with bright eyes and white teeth, she has a unique charm.

Reba is more than just bright and gorgeous, she is simply glamorous and charming, with every frown and smile, she is like a demon concubine who harmed the country and the people in ancient times.

Normally, the two beauties hug each other from left to right, Yang Shou must be very happy.

But now, he has thought of the truth of the matter.

These two are paper figurines that Zhao Maimai burned for him.

Yesterday's money was also burnt to him by Zhao Maimai.

"So, I'm really dead?"

Yang Shou looked terrified.