"Burn it for those old hags? They'd be so happy to die. They do nothing and still want to be offered food." She got angry as she said this.
"Mother, don't worry, I will take care of you after you die. I will make sure you have three meals a day. Don't worry!" she said, smiling brightly.
Ma Linghua: "……………………"
What to do? She had a heart attack and wanted to kill this bastard.
Ma Lihua: "……………………"
Didn't her mother realize that there was something wrong with what she said?
Lan Niang: "……………………"
I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare.
Deng Paopao: "……………………"
What a filial daughter! Her words may be a little impolite, but they are the truth! He has been dead for so many years, and his wife has never burned any offerings for him even once.
Even if you burned 100 pieces of that bright red paper, what could you do with it? It might be good for wiping your butt, but it's obviously unusable; the underworld wouldn't accept it.
The group had different thoughts. When Ma Hehua saw her mother's dark face, alarm bells immediately went off. Had she said something wrong again?
Snow was falling heavily on the road, and it got colder the further north you went. Even though this bus was making a fortune, it couldn't afford not to earn money, so occasionally some people would get on the wrong bus.
Half an hour later, a brother and sister boarded the bus. They were clearly from the north, as they were tall and spoke with a strong local accent.
"Where to?" Lan Niang's deep voice rang out.
"Go to Songjiang Village." The man's voice was very loud.
There is a bus station in Songjiangtunzi town, which was built after the town opened up, so it's correct for the man to say he's going to Songjiangtunzi, because it's called Songjiangtunzi Station.
"Elementary school, can we really solve this problem by going home?"
"Sister, don't worry, Mother said she has invited a master."
"That'll be 120 in total, WeChat or cash?" Lan Niang's gloomy voice rang out again.
"WeChat."
The man readily scanned the WeChat QR code, and Lan Niang issued the invoice. The man held the two bright red invoices in his hand.
"Hey! Lanniang, did you even get your job training? How come you made a mistake with the invoice again?" At that moment, Ma Hehua had just applied pink lipstick, which looked quite garish.
Lan Niang's eyelids twitched. If we're talking about ghosts, Ma Hehua in their carriage probably looks the most like one. She was perfectly normal just now, but in the blink of an eye, she's been made up.
As soon as she spoke, the man glanced at the ticket in his hand, found nothing unusual, and the numbers were correct. Could it have been issued incorrectly? That can't be!
I glanced at the woman who spoke and was almost scared to death. Where did this Ru Hua come from?
Zhang Hao also glanced at the woman. She frowned. These middle-aged women are all quite old now, why do they still want to dress up so flamboyantly?
Ma Lihua had very sharp eyes and immediately saw the dislike and disgust in the woman's eyes towards her mother.
"Mom, don't talk, your lipstick is crooked."
"What? It's crooked? Let me take a look." He ignored Lan Niang and took out a mirror to look at himself. Hmm... it was indeed a little crooked.
"Honey, is the color of my lipstick a little off?" She wasn't quite satisfied with it.
"How about we paint it bright red?" Ma Lihua suggested.
"No way, I'm saving that color to show your dad!" She put on a shy expression, but her face looked quite horrified.
"Why are you wearing that green? I think green is fine," Ma Linghua suggested.
Ma Lihua: "…………………………"
Hmm... the scene is a bit hard to imagine.
"I can't apply it, I didn't buy the green one, but I can try it next time." As she spoke, she picked up the pink lipstick and applied it again.
Oh well, I'll just have to make do with it!
"Sis, there are so few people in this car, and it's kind of weird." Zhang Xue had a bad feeling.
"There are millions of people in this world, why should I care about others? Let them do whatever they want, out of sight, out of mind." He then closed his eyes and pretended to doze off.
Lan Niang stared at the two of them with a cold gaze. This ghost carriage has a rule: it doesn't look like there are any ghosts, but when the rule is broken, the ghosts of those who died in the carriage will appear.
If they were powerful, that would be a different story. However, seeing the red karmic retribution lines wrapped around the two of them, Lan Niang's lips curled into a cold smile.
Nothing happened on the train, but once they got off, the ticket could double the karmic retribution for the two of them.
"What are you laughing at?" Deng Paopao asked irritably.
"We can't eat tonight's prey; we'll have to wait for the next one," Lan Niang said with a sigh.
"Tsk! I say, Lanniang, we're in this together. Don't you feel any remorse for betraying me behind my back?" Deng Paopao's voice was very soft, as if afraid that the people behind him would hear him.
Lan Niang rolled her eyes. "Conscience? You're talking to me about conscience? How much commission did you give me for those ghost kings you dragged away last time?"
Deng Paopao felt a little guilty and didn't say anything more.
"Hmph! If I weren't tied to this car too, I'd probably ignore you. Besides, did those needles hurt?"
"Ouch! What's wrong?"
Lan Niang looked at him as if he were a fool and said, "That still hurts me!"
Deng Paopao: "……………………"
The two men were whispering to each other in front, while the three members of the Ma family were whispering to each other behind.
“Mother, it’s settled then. Next year, when Pear Blossom’s pig is slaughtered, we’ll go visit Fa Gui’s parents.”
"Okay, okay! I know." Linghua's ears were practically calloused from hearing it so much. It's just going to her son-in-law's house, right? She didn't know what Hehua was so happy about.
To be honest, she's never met Chung-guk's parents. Maybe next year, when Li-hua's pig is slaughtered, she can go and pay her respects?
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