After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 69 Don't Bury
"Don't you hate it at all?" Song Miaozhu asked.

Although E Hongjuan spoke in a calm tone, the scene she described, coupled with the wounds still left on her soul, still made people feel chilling.

They all felt sad watching this. Why did E Hongjuan herself take it so lightly?

The victim doesn't feel the pain, but these people who come here seem to be eager to seek justice for him.

"Of course I hate it!
But after I went to the underworld and had my merits examined, and learned what punishment those who committed sins would receive, I began to let it go.

I hate him, not myself. Hating him cannot affect my life!

His life was ruined by him, and his life after death is still immersed in hatred. That would be a waste!
Anyway, he killed me, and I have already filed a complaint with the King of Hell. The judge also told me how serious his crime would be when he dies.

Even if he has only a few days left in the world of the living, he will have to live in fear every day.

There will be no peace after death.

The punishment in hell is much harsher than the laws in the world. He has committed so many evil things that once he goes to hell, he may never be able to get out!
There's no need for me to dwell on hatred, I still have another life to live!"

E Hongjuan said.

After listening to the lies relayed by Mr. Zhao, the criminal police began to investigate E Hongjuan's situation.

The university's Dean of Students suddenly said to the dorm manager, "Xiao Gao, I remember you took over your mother's job, right? Is your mother's last name Yan?"

As soon as these words came out, E Hongjuan looked at her with bloodshot eyes: "Are you the daughter of that old man?"

Seeing that the dorm manager's eyes weren't looking at her, she realized, "She's just an ordinary person!"

Even though she is the old man's daughter, she cannot act rashly. If she hurts someone, she will be punished.

The dorm manager's palms were sweating: "Ten years ago, my mother was indeed the dorm manager. The murderer might be my stepfather... Wait, I have his photo!"

She took out her phone and searched through her photo album until she found a photo of her stepfather and her mother. She held it up to the air in front of her and said, "E Hongjuan, look and see if it's him."

E Hongjuan came closer and said, "That's him! I'd recognize this old guy even if he turned into ashes!"

"No wonder... No wonder... No wonder two years ago, when I told him that a student who had moved into dormitory 119 had some strange dreams and asked to change dorms, he persuaded me to agree!
They also said that these dormitories were dark and damp, which was bad for students' health, and that they should try not to use them again... So that's the reason!"

The dorm manager grabbed the detective and said, "Hurry up and find someone to arrest him! He's at the delivery point across from the dormitory building. He might have seen you come in!"

The criminal police captain took the photo from her, sent it to the people stationed outside the dormitory building, and called them to say:

"Hurry and go to the delivery point across from the dormitory building, apprehend this person, and then send someone with tools to dig out the victim's body from under the floor tiles!"

After the call, I told the dean:

"Director Liu, please have the school seal off the first floor of the dormitory building!"

When E Hongjuan heard that they were going to dig up the body, she became anxious:

"Please don't meddle in other people's business. Just catch the murderer. There's really no need to bury me!
There have been a lot of people trying to reincarnate lately, so I still have to wait a long time before I can reincarnate. If I can't listen to gossip here, my writing inspiration will be greatly affected, and I won't be able to earn any ghost money! I don't have anyone in the living world to pay my respects to me, so I rely entirely on selling gossip articles in the underworld to make a little money!

Song Miaozhu said helplessly to the others: "She doesn't want to leave."

"Why?" Everyone else was puzzled: "Is there any ghost willing to stay at the place of death all the time? Will it feel comfortable when thinking about the time of death?" "And she is sealed underground, in cement! It must be very uncomfortable!" said Zhao Mumu.

"She felt that cement was her coffin, solid and insect-proof.

If a body is buried in a cemetery for a long time and no one renews the subscription, the ashes may be thrown out. Ghosts will lose their burial sites and will not be able to return to the world of the living through the Yin house.

She makes money selling gossip in the underworld, and eavesdropping on students here will help her write more."

Song Miaozhu roughly summarized E Hongjuan's thoughts and then asked her:

"If I prepare a permanent burial plot for you and burn some paper money for your grave, would you be willing to move?"

"Yes, yes, yes! She is a student of our school! Our school has paid for the cemetery, and we can be responsible for the paper money and ghost money!" said the dean.

"Sister Xiaohong! It's a good thing that you called us to leave in our dream, otherwise we would have serious health problems living in this dormitory. We will visit you often in the future!" said Lin Jiaojiao and Xu Xiaodan.

"It's my mom who didn't fulfill her responsibilities as the dorm manager!" The dorm manager also said, "I'll burn paper for you, too."

E Hongjuan was startled and almost tempted, but then she remembered the rumors about paper money in the world of the living:
"No, no! The paper money burned in the mortal realm is terrible! We are not relatives or friends to begin with, how much longing and affection can there be? The paper money is of poor quality, and there is little longing, it's basically just waste paper!"

After hearing this, Mr. Zhao said directly: "You can buy this paper money from Miaozhu. The paper ingots she folds are of very good quality! It's an old craft passed down from our ancestors, and it's different from those printed paper money!"

"What do you mean? Is there any special meaning behind this paper money?" The dean only heard what Mr. Zhao said.

"You don't know! This printed paper money is worthless in the underworld. Only paper money made by an experienced paper craftsman will be effective! Classmate E is afraid that you will burn worthless printed paper money for her!"

Mr. Zhao took the opportunity to promote Song Miaozhu: "Miaozhu runs a paper-making shop. Even ghosts and spirits are vying for the gold ingots he makes!"

E Hongjuan was suspicious: "Really? There are still such young paper craftsmen nowadays?"

Song Miaozhu took out a piece of gold paper from her bag and folded it casually.

"Third-grade gold ingots?!!!" E Hongjuan's eyes lit up: "Sure, sure! Tell them I can move! Just exchange all that old man's savings for this kind of gold ingots!"

The others listened to Mr. Zhao's retelling and looked at the ingots in Song Miaozhu's hand.

"Third-grade ingot? Is there anything special about this ingot?" Zhao Huoyan asked.

"This is a graded gold ingot, and it's the highest grade, considered the ingot with the largest denomination. It's usually supplied directly to the underworld, and costs 20,000 yuan each." Song Miaozhu explained.

"So expensive?" Lin Jiaojiao and Xu Xiaodan exclaimed.

The combined living expenses of both of them can’t even afford to buy one!

Song Miaozhu looked at E Hongjuan and said, "I'm just trying to prove my craftsmanship to you. I still have some low-grade ingots, as well as first- and second-grade ones. For normal memorial services in the mortal world, low-grade or first-grade ingots are enough. There's no need for third-grade ones!"

"It's okay, as long as I bought the gold ingots from you!" said E Hongjuan.

As time passed since her death, it became increasingly difficult to make money from her writings in the afterlife.

If I can make a small profit, I can stop writing now!
(End of this chapter)