A Little Strange
Editor: Atlas Studios
After the mourners left, Old Zhao drove the carriage away. He thought that it was just a coincidence, but the more he walked, the more shocked he became. As far as the eye could see, there was paper money scattered everywhere.
Before they could walk far, they had already dodged several times.
Old Zhao asked in confusion, "What's going on? Are there groups of people who have passed away?"
In the past, it was already considered lucky to encounter it twice a month. Why did he encounter everything that was meant for a year today?!
The woman in the car complained unhappily, "It's all your fault for taking this road. If only we had taken that main road. Now, we've encountered these unlucky things."
They were clearly the ones who were unwilling to wait just now and insisted that Old Zhao change his route. Now, they were blaming Old Zhao.