Picking Up Money

Little Wang circled around Mr. Li, full of astonishment. She remembered that Mr. Li had been unwell the year she died.

Rumor had it that his burial clothes were already prepared. It's been ten years now, and she hadn't expected him to still be alive and well.

In contrast, she, at such a young age, had already passed away. Oh, how infuriating it is to compare oneself with others! She looked at Mr. Li with envy in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Zhouzhou paused in her steps, turning to look over, "Do you two know each other?"

Little Wang nodded repeatedly, chattering away, "Yes, we're from the same village. Mr. Li is truly in good health..."

Zhouzhou listened, her brows slightly furrowed, gazing up at Mr. Li with a strange expression. His countenance, shrouded in deathly aura, seemed like he should have been laid to rest long ago.