Ma Lihua glanced at it and had to admit, the character was really ugly and looked quite old.

The three entered the village, where paper money was everywhere and there were cries and shouts. Ma Linghua had been there before, and she felt her way toward Wang Shenpo's house.

"Clap clap clap..."

Ma Linghua patted the rickety wooden door. With such a loud noise, didn't Granny Wang hear it? Why is no one coming out yet?

"Mother, could it be that Granny Wang went to the house where the dead are?" Ma Hehua asked.

“No, she’s a coward. She wouldn’t call me if she was sure of something. So this time she must be unsure. I think she’ll wait for me to come together.” Ma Linghua’s analysis was very logical.

Sure enough, not long after, Granny Wang returned from outside. When she saw the three domineering women of the Ma family standing at her door, her lips twitched.

"Oh my! Young lady, you've finally arrived! It's been years since I've seen you. You haven't aged at all! You've become more and more beautiful." Granny Wang started with a barrage of flattery, showing that she knew Ma Linghua quite well.

Upon hearing this, Ma Linghua couldn't suppress the smile on her face. This young woman was speaking the truth so frankly that she felt quite embarrassed.

Then Granny Wang took out a somewhat rusty key and tried to open the door, but she couldn't get the key into the lock, no matter how many times she tried.

Ma Linghua was getting anxious. These sisters were still the same as always. They had a sharp eye for ghost thieves, but they seemed to see everything else as if it were a misalignment.

Half an hour later, the door was opened, but Ma Hehua stepped on it and accidentally stepped in the poop of Wang Shenpo's cat.

"Ugh... shit, I stepped in shit." Ma Hehua was utterly dejected. Not only had she worn leather shoes to the banquet, but she had also paired them with a pretty skirt, which had now infuriated her.

Ma Lihua covered her eyes. She was wearing black leather shoes, a green dress, flesh-colored stockings, black leggings underneath the dress, and a yellow short-sleeved shirt underneath the dress.

That's not the most amazing thing. The most amazing thing is her makeup. Her face was covered in powder and was deathly white, but her lipstick was pink and her eyeshadow was green, all to match her dress.

Throughout the journey, her grandmother didn't dare to look at her even once, probably afraid that she wouldn't be able to resist washing her in the stream along the way. She endured it so hard not to ruin her daughter's good mood at the banquet.

"Ah... well... how about you take it off and I'll wash it for you?" Granny Wang said politely, afraid that the cat would be killed.

Who knew……………………

"Alright! I'll take it off for you once we're inside." Ma Hehua nodded in satisfaction. Not bad, this old woman Wang is quite capable.

Wang the fortune teller:……………………

I was just being polite, and you took it seriously?

Granny Wang turned her gaze to Ma Linghua, and to her surprise, Ma Linghua nodded in agreement. Indeed, this sister was still as kind, generous, and understanding as ever.

Wang the fortune teller:……………………

Heh! Go ahead and wash! She resignedly closed her eyes.

After putting Ma Lihua down, she prepared to take off her shoes. At this moment, Ma Lihua spoke up, "Wait, Grandma, let's go out for a bit!"

“Yes! We’ll come in after Hehua puts on her shoes.” Ma Linghua agreed with her granddaughter.

Wang the fortune teller; ? ? ?

When Ma Hehua took off her shoes, the room was filled with a stench bomb.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..."

Granny Wang almost died from poisoning. It was so damn smelly, even worse than cat poop. Are these normal human feet?

Ma Hehua looked at Wang Shenpo, who was convulsing on the ground, and immediately and skillfully pinched her philtrum.

She used to pinch her feet when her husband washed them; she was very familiar with this, and pinching them would wake her up.

The old woman felt as if she was being pinched through her philtrum by this woman, so she had no choice but to open her eyes.

He immediately covered his nose with his sleeve, took the leather shoes handed to him by Ma Hehua, and rushed out of the house as fast as a big black rat.

Ma Hehua pursed her lips. "Such fuss. It's just a little athlete's foot. It's not that big of a deal. Her daughter has never said anything about her. Her little darling is so considerate."

Ma Lihua: …………………………Fortunately, she knows how to hold her breath.

Seeing the two holes in her stockings, she thought for a moment, her eyes lit up, she tied two knots at the toes of her stockings, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Granny Wang washed the shoes repeatedly, making "vomiting sounds" as she did so. She then quickly soaked them in the water for a few seconds, and seeing that the cat poop was gone, she took the shoes into the house with a pale face.

After Ma Hehua put on her shoes, Ma Lihua and her grandmother came in. Looking at the shaky Wang Shenpo, Ma Linghua felt a little guilty. Although her daughter's feet smelled a little, she was kind and honest!

It took Granny Wang a long time to recover. Looking at Ma Linghua, who was feigning ignorance, she felt as if a fishbone was stuck in her throat.

Just then, a woman's voice rang out from outside.

"Grandma Wang, are you ready?"

Upon hearing this, Granny Wang recognized her as Hu Erniang, the woman whose son had died. She composed herself and went outside.

The three women from the Ma family were left looking at each other, but all three remained silent, tacitly agreeing not to speak.

Soon, Granny Wang returned to the house. She looked at Ma Linghua seriously and said, "Little sister, you have to protect me tonight. This ritual is different. It's a ghost marriage, a wedding of two ghosts. The evil energy is immense. I'm only 70% sure of success."

Ma Linghua said calmly, "Sister, don't worry, with me here, your safety is guaranteed. And if things don't go well, I still have my daughter and granddaughter!"

Granny Wang glanced at Ma Hehua, who was laughing like a fool, and then at Ma Lihua, who was standing and panting, and who was incredibly delicate except for her good looks.

She was heartbroken.

"No! Sister, I believe in you. You can do it. Back in the day, everyone knew your name." Granny Wang thought that Ma Linghua in front of her was more normal and much more reliable than the other two.

Upon hearing the flattery, Ma Linghua felt completely at ease. This old woman, Wang, was so honest; she would definitely protect her and see what she did next.

So the four of them got to work.

Wang the fortune teller was also very skilled at making paper figures. She made one paper figure every twenty minutes with her strange technique and fast hand speed. After skillfully making six paper figures, she finally looked up.

He rubbed his sore shoulders before turning his attention to the three women from the Ma family.

Ma Linghua folded paper money, Ma Hehua painted white lanterns, and Ma Lihua made a cow-head and horse-face figure. To be honest, they looked quite similar.

The old woman, Wang, never expected that this girl would have such a talent for making paper figures. Look, the clothes of the ox-headed and horse-faced demons, and the eyes and nose drawn on them... Wait a minute, good heavens, why did she draw eyes on the paper figure?

The old woman swallowed hard, then carefully examined the paper figure. Hmm, it had no expression. It seemed the underworld messenger wouldn't possess it.

The moment she looked away, a red light flashed in the eyes of the ox-headed and horse-faced demons, but it disappeared in an instant, and no one noticed it.