Mei Youqian stared cautiously at Zhuang Baiyi. "Master, I... I can change my name, okay? Please... please don't divorce me." As she spoke, she actually started to cry.
"Why are you crying, sis! You can't spoil a man. If he can't make money, that's his problem, it has nothing to do with you. I was just joking! What are you afraid of!"
Mei Youqian: "…………………………"
Is this a joke? She might get divorced!
"What's that smell? It stinks!"
"It smelled rotten, like a dead rat."
"Ugh~"
At this moment, a foul odor permeated the air, especially for those closest to the three farmers, where the smell was incredibly strong.
Unaware of what was happening to anyone, Ma Linghua guiltily pulled Ma Lihua away a little further away.
"Grandma, why does my mother's saliva smell worse and worse?" Ma Lihua asked softly.
"Hey! She didn't release her yin energy. She ate too much meat, and the resentment lingered in her mouth for a long time. That's why the taste is a bit strong." As soon as Ma Linghua finished speaking, everyone around looked up at the three Zhuang family members.
You know, so couldn't you just keep it to yourself? Couldn't you have whispered to each other a little quieter?
Zhuang Baiyi's face was contorted; he had spat directly onto their heads.
Ma Hehua looked completely at ease, saying, "Isn't it normal for saliva to have a smell?"
The tense atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze.
The woman's face was filled with disgust; she didn't want to stay with Ma Hehua and the others for another second. The nauseating feeling and the greedy aura emanating from them nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.
"Painting Fairy, drive them out."
The woman's voice was resolute, as if this was her final bottom line.
However, the painted-skin demon stood still, secretly laughing at the woman's naivety.
Are you kidding me? Kick them out? I'd have to be crazy to do that.
Ma Hehua and her gang are not to be trifled with; if you anger them, the consequences will be unimaginable.
“Hey! We can leave if you want. We paid two silver dollars to board the ship. If you can afford it, we’ll leave right away.”
Ma Hehua's voice rang out, carrying a hint of a lazy, unreliable tone.
She clearly wouldn't let go of this opportunity to make another quick buck; in her view, money is always the most important thing.
Everyone stared in astonishment at this scene; no one expected Ma Hehua to make such a request at this moment.
After a brief hesitation, the painted-skin demon calmly pulled out two silver dollars.
This move stunned everyone; they couldn't understand why the Painting Fairy would compromise so easily.
At this moment, the stench in the room grew even stronger, as if it were about to engulf the entire room.
The stench was unbearable for the painted-skin ghost, almost overpowering the floral scent on her body.
She frowned, her heart filled with disgust.
She longed for the stench to dissipate as soon as possible, so that she could rediscover her own fragrance.
Ma Hehua snatched the silver dollar with astonishing speed.
She eagerly brought the silver dollar to her lips and blew on it four or five times, the crisp sound echoing in the quiet room.
Her focused expression made it seem as if she were holding not two silver dollars, but a priceless treasure.
Those around her were almost driven to their breaking point by her actions.
Incredulous expressions crossed their faces as they muttered to themselves: "It's only two dollars, is it really necessary to check it so carefully?"
Ma Hehua didn't care at all about what others thought; all her attention was focused on the ocean.
She examined every detail carefully, as if trying to see the whole world in this tiny coin.
Her eyes were filled with greed and satisfaction, as if the two dollars were her lovers.
"Mother, here you go."
She reluctantly handed the silver dollar to Ma Linghua, who also took the money with lightning speed. The two were exactly alike, leaving the people around them speechless.
"You're doing great, you're on the right track."
Ma Hehua glanced at the Painted Skin Ghost with an appreciative look.
In her eyes, the Painted Skin Ghost was now a wealthy man, able to so readily take out two silver dollars, which made her look at him with new respect.
However, the painted-skin ghost's face twitched, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe welled up in his heart.
She recalled the time when Ma Hehua had beaten her; back then, Ma Hehua wasn't nearly as "friendly" as she was now.
She showed no mercy and almost killed her.
Now, just because of two silver dollars, Ma Hehua praised her highly.
The Painted Skin Demon felt uneasy. This woman was fickle, greedy, and powerful; she was truly unpredictable.
As promised, the three members of the Ma family were honest and trustworthy. They took the two silver dollars they had just received and left the room with the three members of the Zhuang family, completely satisfied.
The atmosphere was somewhat eerie along the way; it was so quiet that only the sound of footsteps could be heard.
Zhuang Baiyi asked cautiously, "Excuse me, where are we going?" His voice carried a hint of unease and doubt.
He held his only son tightly, as if he were his only support in this chaotic world.
As for his wife, he felt it was already quite good that he could bring her along.
Without turning her head, Ma Hehua replied to him, "Go to the mortal world!" This brief answer left Zhuang Baiyi completely bewildered.
He couldn't understand Ma Hehua's words at all, but for some reason, as long as he followed these three people, he felt inexplicably at ease. Perhaps it was because in this environment full of unknowns and fears, any certainty could bring him comfort.
At that moment, as the three of them left the room, the Painted Skin Ghost's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes glowed red.
Her heart was filled with smugness and calculation.
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