My blind date paper figure rejected me because I was poor, so my dad angrily burned ten trillion.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jianguo and Brother Ping exchanged a glance, both showing expressions of disbelief.

"So, the government has intervened?"

For some reason, Zhang Jianguo subconsciously lowered his voice and asked.

"Take action? They already did. Otherwise, why do you think there are so many people burning money and throwing things around on the road? Although the higher-ups are trying to suppress it, many things can't be suppressed. The more they suppress it, the more rumors spread!"

After careful consideration, Xin Jiu decided that he still had to reveal a little bit.

They're all from this village, and this kid, Jianguo, is probably the same as the dream messenger mentioned in the training manual.

This ability is very important to them.

After all, the manual says that the path between Yin and Yang is blocked, so evil spirits in the mortal world have nowhere to go and can only become wandering ghosts, while there is no way for the underworld to be reincarnated, resulting in isolated islands. Once this balance system is broken, great terror will arise.

In this situation, the dream messenger becomes very important.

He never imagined that the little kid he had watched grow up would one day become someone like this.

It's true that things in this world are unpredictable.

However, this matter involves too many things and is too complicated. He is just a small fry in the whole system and is not worth mentioning. He only has some sources of information because of his identity as a paper craftsman.

"Wow, it really happened! I thought it was fake!"

Ping couldn't help but say.

"Don't interrupt! Did you think you were just doing things blindly?"

Xin Jiu Lao dislikes A Ping.

I've been a petty thief and a bunch of other shady things since I was little. I'm just messing around and unreliable.

Ping was a little helpless. "So why does Uncle Xin have such a bad impression of me? I was just a little unreliable when I was a kid, but now that I'm grown up, I'm pretty reliable."

At least arranging a ghost marriage for that brat Zhang Chen is a serious matter.

He had seen the girl's photos; she was an incredibly beautiful and wealthy young woman. Why would he be picky?

However, he didn't know why, but he was a little intimidated by Uncle Xin, probably because of his profession.

I remember being terrified of the paper figures he made when I was a child, always feeling like they were alive.

Hmm, it seems like I've finally fulfilled a childhood wish? The paper doll has really come to life.

Seeing how much Uncle Xin disliked Brother Ping, Zhang Jianguo couldn't help but chuckle.

There's no way around it, Ping-ge was a troublemaker when he was young, and he's still a troublemaker now that he's grown up. In short, he's a pretty unreliable person.

This is one of the reasons why I don't want him to find a wife for his brat.

However, to be fair, Ping is not a bad person; it's just that his personality makes him easy to dislike.

"Uncle Xin, what should I do? I was thinking of burning some paper money and paper figures for that brat. Money makes things easier, and connections make things even easier!"

Zhang Jianguo looked at Uncle Xin.

Xin Jiu knew exactly what he was up to.

When I came back and heard that he had stolen the paper figure, I knew what he was up to.

However, given Zhang Chen's special status, it's not that he can't help.

Moreover, although it is said that paper money and similar items should be nationalized and sold and distributed uniformly, it will take time and is not as strict as it seems now, so there are still loopholes to exploit.

As for Zhang Chen's identity?

Xin Jiu wanted to keep it a secret for the time being.

The situation is unclear, and what's more, his paper figure has become a node for ghosts from the underworld to smuggle themselves across? This could easily become very troublesome.

"These items aren't allowed to be sold right now, but with such a large market, it's impossible to clear them out instantly. There's still quite a bit of stock left. However, money is more difficult to obtain. These kinds of things are easy to collect, but items like paper figures are readily available in many warehouses, and there's even more stock of mass-produced items. Leave that to me. As for the money... Jianguo, do you remember when your great-grandfather ran a paper money workshop during the late Qing Dynasty? I remember he should have a receipt. If you can find it, burn this and send it over; it might have a miraculous effect!"

Xin Jiudao.

Zhang Jianguo was taken aback; he only vaguely remembered it when he heard him mention it.

I once heard my grandfather say that my great-grandfather used to be in this line of work, and later, when society was in turmoil, his business actually got better.

He remembered this receipt; it should be in the old house.

It's been so many years, I don't know if I can still find it.

As for what miraculous effects it might have, Uncle Xin wasn't really sure, but he suggested burning whatever could be burned now, since the situation was unclear, things were chaotic at the top, let alone at the bottom.

"I understand, I'll go find it right away!"

Zhang Jianguo nodded.

After listening for a while, Brother Ping finally understood the gist of it.

"Hey, Uncle Xin, from what you're saying, there really is a underworld? Zhang Chen is over there right now? Are all the dead people down there? Should I burn some offerings for my grandfather to go there?"

Ping couldn't help but say.

Xin Jiu said irritably, "Your grandfather has been dead for so many years, he's already been reincarnated, why are you still burning him?"

In fact, although he worked in this field, before the official training, he adhered to the principle of not completely disbelieving but not blindly believing.

You can believe in ghosts, the underworld, and the like occasionally, but you don't have to take them too seriously.

Even though he received training today, he still has some doubts about what the underground area is really like since he's never been there.

But how should I put it, some things still need to be done.

The three of them were chatting in the bungalow.

Wei Xiulan had gradually fallen asleep.

She already had a regular sleep schedule, and this time she stayed up for so long and was also sucked dry by the paper doll, so she fell asleep very quickly.

But no matter how long they waited, their son never appeared.

Although she had a dream, it was a hazy dream, and she couldn't remember it very clearly. Moreover, she felt that there was no logic in the dream.

As I waited and waited, Zhang Chen suddenly appeared in my dream.

He was still wearing the shirt and suit that she had personally changed him into when he was dead. His vibrant appearance brought tears to Wei Xiulan's eyes.

"My son~"

She choked out a single sentence, then stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

The brat still looks completely bewildered.

Wei Xiulan wiped away her tears. "No, no, I just got a little emotional seeing you. My son, have you suffered a lot down there? It's all my fault for not burning paper money for you!"

"Mom, what did you say? What do you mean by burning paper money? I don't understand. I'm home from school on holiday."

At this moment, Zhang Chen said he couldn't understand.

Wei Xiulan was a little confused; she couldn't understand it at all.

Just as I was wondering, suddenly, another son emerged from the light mist.

He was wearing that wrinkled suit with nothing underneath, looking just like the Fire Cloud Evil God.

Once they came out, they looked at each other, staring at themselves and the person next to them with strange expressions.

"mom?"

He also shouted something.

Almost the instant he shouted it out, Wei Xiulan's dream began to become clearer.

At the same moment, her son, who was beside her, suddenly swayed a few times like a paper doll and disappeared instantly.

"My son~"

Almost instantly, Wei Xiulan realized that the person in front of her was her real son who had appeared to her in a dream from the underworld.

That was just a figment of her imagination, a dream she conjured up of the most obedient son she remembered.

Now that she has come to her senses and the illusion has vanished, Wei Xiulan's life is filled with sorrow, heartache, and endless longing.

Tears instantly blurred Zhang Chen's vision...