The yellow paper slowly burned, gradually transforming into black ashes that spiral upward into the hot air, disappearing into the skies.0

As he looked at this scene, Li Huowang’s expression was quite complicated.0

“Li Zhi, I’ve burnt some paper money for you. Hopefully you’ll receive it,” muttered Li Huowang.0

Just as he finished saying that, Li Huowang saw the black ashes swirling around in the air; it was almost as if Li Zhi was giving him a reply.0

At that moment, Li Huowang had a feeling that understood the slightest bit about the mindset of superstitious people.4

Compared to a depressing end in which a human being would be reduced to nothing after their death, the belief that they would become a ghost and be reincarnated sounded like a fairy tale.8

He threw the last batch of yellow paper in his hands into the fire before standing...0