At this age, not too old, not too young, but incredibly fussy. Doing even a little work comes at a price, and when I lie down in bed at night, not a single part of my body feels comfortable.

The air was stuffy, and she felt a heavy weight pressing on her chest. She took a deep breath. What was that smell? Why did it smell like smoke?

Since Qin Xiaoyu and her family moved away, my cousin-in-law has been extra careful about safety. There are only a few families living in the four buildings, and it's too deserted. We should be careful about safety.

She sat up, walked to the window, and took a careful sniff. The smell of smoke was stronger, and it seemed to be coming from behind the building.

There's a vegetable garden behind the building; there won't be any open flames there. My sister-in-law became uneasy.

Her cousin hadn't come back from working overtime yet, so she didn't call Tang Long. If she disturbed him, she would disturb Xiao Li and make her worry for nothing.

My cousin slipped out the door. Because passageways had been added between the buildings, she could only go around to the back of the building by going around from the outermost building.

The further she walked, the stronger the smell of smoke became. She walked along the edge of the building to the back, where vegetables were planted on the ground, but she didn't bother to look at them and trudged through the deep and shallow smoke.

She didn't dare to go over to the building rashly, and quietly peeked out.

It's Granny Wang, burning paper money. She drew a very large circle, and the yellow cloth inside was burning very brightly. No wonder there's such a strong smell of smoke.

She was muttering to herself, unaware that someone was watching her.

My cousin-in-law knew her profession and guessed that she was consulting a spirit medium, so she didn't want to disturb her and decided to turn back the way she came.

Just then, Aunt Wang had a yellow toy car in her hand. Wasn't this the one she had lost? Aunt Wang picked up the car and rolled it over and over a paper effigy, chanting incessantly.

My cousin's wife felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she fled in a panic.

It was the first time she had ever seen Granny Wang perform magic, and it terrified her. Luckily, she was family, otherwise she might have been traumatized.

The next day, she checked again and found that apart from a small black burnt spot on the ground, nothing was left. Of course, Aunt Wang wouldn't mention it, and the little yellow bike was nowhere to be found either.

Two days later, she completely forgot about it and had no idea what had happened.

I was driving out to run some errands when I suddenly got stuck in a traffic jam at an intersection.

This small town isn't at the point where there's a traffic jam yet. My cousin-in-law was checking the road conditions and thinking about backing up the car when she wondered what had happened.

Suddenly, a yellow tanker truck came into view. It looked so familiar.

"That's really courting death, running over someone and killing them by taking the wrong road," someone nearby commented.

My cousin's wife quickly parked the car, jumped out, and ran over to ask what was going on.

"When have you ever seen a tanker truck around here? They're all from DQ, oil tankers. This driver must have gotten confused, he took the wrong route, over a hundred kilometers too far. He even ran someone over." Hearing this, my cousin-in-law felt a chill run down her spine. What was going on?

Despite her fear, she pushed her way forward. The onlookers formed a large circle, clearing the way for the accident scene, where traffic police were taking statements.

"Oh my god, you bastard, you've really messed up! How am I supposed to live now?!" A heart-wrenching scream rang out, and then the crowd parted to let in a disheveled old woman.

She saw the human figure under the white cloth, paused for a moment, then quickly walked up and, before anyone could react, suddenly lifted it.

My cousin's wife couldn't help but glance at it, then turned away and dry heaved for a long time. Others weren't much better off than her; this death was too tragic.

Suddenly, her cousin-in-law remembered—wasn't that the old woman who was crying and wailing the little monkey's mother? It turned out that the woman from the previous house had come to cause trouble, but Aunt Wang had chased her away.

Could it be the little monkey that died?

"See that? Isn't it scary? I'm telling you this now, and the hairs on my arms are standing on end. Your godmother is amazing." Her sister-in-law spoke in a mystical tone, and Qin Xiaoyu was quite frightened.

My cousin-in-law called with another matter: Aunt Wang is going to Guangzhou for a trip, and she wanted to let Qin Xiaoyu know.

Qin Xiaoyu knew perfectly well that ever since they moved to Guangzhou, she had asked Aunt Wang to come visit eight hundred and sixty times. Aunt Wang always refused with a dark expression.

This time, they're not here to have fun; they're clearly worried about Qi Si and are probably going to bring some kind of magic to perform a ritual on him.

With their godmother arriving, the family dared not neglect her. A Lei booked her plane ticket and picked her up from the airport—a one-stop service.

When Commander Zhou was back in his hometown, he always argued with Aunt Wang. Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, he missed her and sat in the living room waiting to greet her.

"This room is a bit small." Aunt Wang still had that sour temper, always finding fault with everything. Everyone knew her, so they didn't bother with her.

"Little Fish Auntie, how have you been? I've missed you." Zhou Xing's mother went up to her.

"How did you get so old? These children are such a worry." When Aunt Wang saw Zhou Xing's mother's full head of white hair, she felt sorry for her and her tone softened. The two sisters went to sit down hand in hand.

"Come here, look at my son." Qin Xiaoyu presented Xiao Jiajia to her like a treasure.

“This child, no need to look, he’s blessed without having to bother. He’s just born with good fortune, he’ll enjoy it all his life.” Aunt Wang said there was no need to look, but she still took the child and measured his head and body with her hands, which made her even more certain.

Little Jiajia wasn't shy at all and grabbed a piece of jade from Aunt Wang's lapel.

"Alright, take it. It was originally for you." Aunt Wang took it off and handed it to Xiao Jiajia.

Little Jiajia grinned and smiled contentedly.

"Godmother, let's go upstairs and rest for a bit before we eat. My brother will probably be back from the hospital a while from now." Qin Xiaoyu saw Wang Da Niang looking around and knew she was looking for Qi Si.

"Why go to the hospital? You know I'm coming, why do you still want to go to the hospital!" Aunt Wang was unhappy again.

Qi Si was also anxious, so he rushed back during lunchtime. Once the family sat down, there was another lively gathering. Today, everyone was there, including Zhou Yue's entire family. Since there weren't enough seats at the table, they set up another one and gathered all the children together.

"You have no idea how scary my godmother is. When my brother had his accident, I called her, and she just said to me, 'Xiao Zhengxin lost his father at a young age.' It almost made me cry my eyes out." Qin Xiaoyu still remembered the story of the little intestines.

"Are you stupid? How old is Xiao Zhengxin? How old is a teenager? Is it wrong for me to say that a teenager lost his father?" Aunt Wang said irritably.

"What?" Qin Xiaoyu was stunned, and the people at the table looked at each other in bewilderment.

Does that mean Qi Si only has a little over ten years left to live?

“I’ve extended his life again. He has another twenty-odd years, so you can keep up the good work,” said Aunt Wang nonchalantly.

"Twenty-odd years isn't a long time!" Qin Xiaoyu was quite greedy.

"Girl, don't be so ungrateful. I'm already over forty. In just over twenty years I'll be over seventy, that's a happy death."

Qi Si's words made everyone laugh; who would celebrate their own happy death?

After dinner, Aunt Wang took Qi Si to the study and muttered something to him. When they came out, Qi Si looked much better. Aunt Wang, on the other hand, looked exhausted and went upstairs to sleep without eating dinner.