Of course, one cannot linger.

The four men, Fugui and Facai, knelt before a photo frame, in front of which was a black and white photograph of their father.

The others knelt behind them, and Zhao Fu's wife raised her hand and patted the basin, the sound echoing in the room.

With each pat, Zhao Fu's wife murmured, "May your soul return."

Fortunately, their soundproofing is good, otherwise they would definitely have received complaints.

As the sound of the basin rang out, the viewers' hearts began to clench.

I'm a little scared.

[This whole thing happened on a dark and stormy night; I'm going to have nightmares.]

My god, this is scarier than a horror movie!

[Ghost movies are acted out by actors, while what we see now is real. Can they be compared?]

"The underworld will be lenient, the underworld will be lenient..." Zhao Gui's wife murmured, then used a lighter to burn the ghost money, placing it in the fire basin and letting it burn continuously.

Afterwards, the four men, Fugui and Facai, also began burning paper money for the dead, chanting in unison, "Zhao Shuangquan, please come back soon, Zhao Shuangquan, please come back soon..."

The audience in the live stream held their breath, even their breathing was careful, as if they were actually there.

Only Jiang Yuan remained calm.

She had seen many such cases, but as long as the spirits weren't evil, people would be a little lenient when asking about their souls and let them return to the mortal world. Even if she knew, she would turn a blind eye.

As long as the soul can return to the underworld in time and doesn't cause trouble in the mortal world, that's fine.

After shouting for an unknown amount of time, a gust of cold wind blew in through the open door.

Despite it being summer, the people in the room felt as if they were in a sub-zero temperature space, shivering from the cold and frightened.

The water in the glass on the table rippled gently, the candle beside it flickered, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply, causing Zhao Gui's wife to sneeze.

She didn't dare wipe her runny nose.

Master Jiang instructed that the joss paper must not be cut off, and not a single bribe can be given to the underworld officials.

If you fail to bribe even one person, the road back will be difficult.

"The underworld will be lenient, the underworld will be lenient!" Zhao Gui's wife hurriedly said, now she was much more efficient at burning paper money for the dead, and she was worried that she hadn't burned enough.

Suddenly, the cold wind stopped, the candlelight went out, and even the water in the glass became still.