According to the old woman, the paper dot will come to life and, if used properly, can become a perfect weapon.
Why demand death after killing your enemy?
Is it convenient to continue arguing with people in the underworld?
Yan Jiu thought this way and asked this question.
The old lady was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting such a line of reasoning to explain it.
The "wealthy family" is very frugal.
Even though they had a lot of money, the "wealthy family" still forced her family members to live with her in the paper offering shop, which became their family's tomb.
She exploited her sister's greed, bringing the paper figures to life and using them as tools for revenge, causing the paper shop where she once lived to be covered with white cloth.
The old lady smiled with relief.
With the death of her lifelong enemy, everything could finally settle down; she no longer wanted to live because she had had enough.
But she knew that people who commit suicide would be punished in the underworld, so she sought help from Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu pondered for a moment, subtly glancing at the system panel in the meantime.
They are still potential customers.
The old man looks like a human being.
Yan Jiu still couldn't see through his face, and she asked with some curiosity, "I can't see through your face."
The old woman was taken aback, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Perhaps it's because I was once a wanderer of death."
The underworld uses living souls to do its bidding; these people are collectively known as wanderers of death.
When the old woman was young, she worked for the underworld. At that time, the underworld was in dire straits and had no time to care for the mortal world, so it was easy for her to pass the selection process for the underworld.
Mentioning the identity of the wandering spirit.
The old lady sighed.
She never imagined that her identity would cause her sister to misunderstand, thinking that the seemingly fair competition was not fair.
She became a wanderer of death because of her personal excellence, which had nothing to do with the underworld officials.
One thought can lead to heaven, another to hell.
Perhaps her sister had been harboring dark thoughts all along, just waiting for a trigger to ignite them.
Yan Jiu did not believe that it was because of her identity as a wandering spirit that she could not see through the old woman's face.
She always felt there was another reason.
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