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

Zhao Maimai was crying and was standing in front of a funeral supplies shop in Jinghai City.

"Mom, I can go by myself, you don't have to follow me."

"And, don't you need to buy so many things?"

"It all feels tacky."

Zhao's mother stared at her daughter, and directed the workers to carry one sacrifice after another and pile them on the car.

"What's vulgar and not vulgar."

"If you burn things for the people below, you have to burn these."

"Gold ingots, silver ingots."

"treasure bowl."

"The yard of the villa, Nuo, and a luxury car as a gift."

"Look how fine the house is, and there are color TVs in the rooms."

"Whether it's Yang Shou or not, this young man has a spirit in the sky, help you leave the copy."

"As long as he has the same name and surname, our Zhao family has to pay homage to him."

"After all, he really saved you before."

"Daughter, just leave it alone."

"It's useless for you to burn those messy things."

Zhao's mother acted swiftly and resolutely. She took the time to talk and led the workers, and almost emptied all the paper bundles in the store.

Even the negative banknotes used below are prepared in two big bags.

According to her.

This is both to thank Yang Shou.

It is also to distribute more money to celebrate her daughter's escape from death.

Zhao Maimai couldn't resist her mother, so she could only obediently watch from the sidelines.

A whole small truck was quickly filled, and it set off with a car of sacrificial supplies.

...

"Zhao Maimai should return to Jinghai."

"I don't know what she will burn for me."

"If it's really a figurine, can it also come true here?"

Yang Shou lay on the bed, feeling a little happy.

He quite likes the little girl Zhao Maimai.

Of course, he also likes what Zhao Maimai burns for him.

"Calm down and sleep."

Soothing his emotions, Yang Shou closed his eyes, brewing sleepiness.

The night gradually deepened.

It may be for a moment, or it may be for a few hours.

A huge flame suddenly appeared in front of Yang Shou's eyes.

The raging fire, crackling, seemed to burn everything.

You can feel the hot breath even before you get close.

Is the cemetery on fire?

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Yang Shou was suspended in mid-air, looking at the scene below.

Just before his tombstone, flames continued to rise.

Thick black smoke flew in the cemetery along the direction of the wind.

Choked out the administrators.

"Are you burning the paper or the cemetery?"

In the distance, the old man in charge of the cemetery stomped his feet angrily.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, sir, it's almost over."

"Ahem, you hide first."

Zhao Maimai's eyes were red and tears flowed out.

But also because of this, her begging expression was even more pitiful.

"Why!"

The old man hated seeing the little girl like this the most, he could only hold back his anger, groaning, and walked out of the cemetery.

"This thing seems to be bought too much."

At this moment, Zhao's mother said awkwardly, "I haven't done this for many years, and I forgot that the fire can be so big."

In mid-air, Yang Shou was dumbfounded, looking at this, he suddenly had a headache.

He finally understood where Zhao Maimai's weird personality came from.

Zhao's mother is not a reliable temperament.

"The shady house."

"Ingots."

"treasure bowl."

"Hey, there are luxury cars."

Counting the paper bundles where the skeleton could be vaguely seen, Yang Shou was completely speechless.

Things are quite complete.

But what he really wanted was none.

Why not learn from Zhao Maimai and burn more novels and comics for him.

Allow him to awaken a few more world-like abilities.

"No, I will continue to study the nightmare."

"Strive to be able to enter reality and dream."

"In this way, Zhao Maimai can burn anything I want."

With regret, consciousness gradually blurred.

call!

I don't know how long it has been.

Yang Shou stood up abruptly and sat up straight.

It was already dawn at this time, and the bright sunlight shone into the room through the window, bringing a more dazzling light.

gold.

A place of gold.

It was so bright that it made people feel in a trance.

There are also bundles of cash, piled up into a thick wall.

Yang Shou looked at these blankly, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

Now he suddenly felt that too much money seemed annoying.

At least for now, I can't think of what the use of so much money is.

"Is this a cornucopia?"

In the room, a pot made of jade caught Yang Shou's attention.

Try dropping a piece of gold into the basin.

A strange light flashed, and in the next second, a second piece of gold appeared out of nowhere on the bottom of the basin.

"This thing works."

Yang Shou's eyes lit up, and his mood became cheerful again.

Zhao Maimai once burned scriptures related to weirdness for him.

The Ksitigarbha scripture gave him a dragon tattoo, and he has the protection of the dragon.

What the Diamond Sutra brings is the technique of vajra transformation, which can eliminate the strange hostility and weaken the strangeness.

Taishangzheng cursed the cunning scriptures, allowing him to understand the art of Taishangzheng's curses and talismans.

The first two are easy to learn and use.

But the curse and talisman is a bit troublesome. You need to prepare high-quality cinnabar, wolf hair, Taoist talisman paper, and most importantly, you need your own blood.

The rest is easy to say, but the essence and blood are the foundation of the human body. After being depleted, it is harmful to the human body and requires a long period of recovery.

Knowing this, Yang Shou lost interest in the art of talismans.

But now it's different.

With a cornucopia, one life is two, two begets four, four begets eight...

"I don't know if the cornucopia can transform talismans."

"I don't know if I have blood essence or not."

Yang Shou muttered to himself, a little confused.

Living people have essence and blood, but dead people certainly don't.

It stands to reason that all the people in Ping'an Community are dead and weird, and so is he.

But daily life is no different from real living people.

This is very strange.

This seems to be one of the biggest secrets in the world where Ping An Community is located.

Whether it works or not, you will have to try it out.

Yang Shou put on his clothes and went out directly, preparing to get his things ready first.

After going downstairs, I accidentally found that the layout of the community seemed to be a bit wrong.

In the center of the green area of ​​the community, a Chinese-style building with a large area was added overnight.

White walls and gray tiles, a high-walled courtyard, you can see the rockery and the top of the pavilion, and of course the magnificent villa that is much higher than the wall.

"How is this going?"

Yang Shou was stunned, looked around, and found that the residents in the community did not react at all to the sudden appearance of buildings, as if they were used to it.

Recalling the sacrifices made by Zhao Maimai's mother and daughter, his mouth gradually opened and his eyes gradually became dull.

"Xiao Yang, you haven't woken up yet? It's early in the morning, what are you doing here?"

When the old man doing morning exercises in the community passed by, he joked, then glanced at the villa in the distance, smiled and said:

"You young man, you are so strange."

"You bought this villa just after the community was built, but you never lived in it. Instead, you have been living in the unit building. It's really interesting."

"It seems that I am really old, and the thoughts of young people have long been unable to see clearly."

The uncle shook his head and left with his hands behind his back.