"Headache..."
Xu Fan was helpless, well-intentioned reminders only to be treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.
The man Ah Yuan and the woman Ah Zi were too greedy, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
But sometimes, human desire knows no bounds, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant, which can lead you into an abyss, doomed never to recover.
Counting beads, wine jars, and bracelets were somewhat normal, all old items, even if they were burial goods, the death qi they absorbed was limited, at most making one feel out of sorts for a few days. Once the death qi dissipated completely, there would be no further issues.
But that coin, dug out from a corpse's mouth, a body hundreds of years old, was undoubtedly saturated with intense death qi. It was lodged in the corpse's throat, accumulating death qi over years and months.