I was about to wake Ding Kan again, but the little rabbits came out wielding their medicine pestles, saying that if I disturbed their patient’s rest again, they would grind me into powder for medicine.

I郁闷looked at Ding Kan. Once the forty-nine days were up, I would throw this bastard out of my house at the first opportunity. He was so damn annoying. If I didn't kick him out, the thing would threaten my position as head of the household. How could I tolerate that?

Not wanting to argue with the little rabbits, I picked up the human skin and threw it into the empty box and went to sleep.

Originally, I was the only one on the second floor, and I lived very comfortably, but now there are two more people, and I'm really not used to it. My living space has been severely compressed.

No, this can't go on. Not only must Ding Kan be kicked out, but Jasmine can't stay here forever either. As soon as I have the chance, I'll kick her out too. It's better to live alone.

When I woke up, it was almost noon. If I keep living like this, turning day into night, I'll get old.

When Jasmine saw me coming downstairs, she immediately came over to serve me attentively. She cooked the rice, washed the clothes, and cleaned the room. She was so virtuous that I couldn't even find an excuse to pick a fault.

Sigh. Let's eat first.

As I was eating, Jasmine ran over to tell me that there was a little girl at the door who said she had something to give me.

I quickly ran over, thinking it was the little girl who delivered the human skin yesterday, but instead I saw a big girl, no younger than eighteen or twenty, with a very shapely figure.

"Boss Zuo asked me to give this to you, saying he is very grateful for your help. He already has start-up capital and is about to make a fortune. He'll bring you along to make a fortune when he has the chance."

I was stunned, and then I remembered that the bald-headed guy was called Zuo Dashan. The Boss Zuo the little girl mentioned must be the bald-headed guy.

The bald-headed guy got money so quickly, so he must have won the lottery ticket he bought yesterday.

This money is mine to take, so I quickly accepted it and asked the little girl how the bald-headed guy's hand was.

The little girl told me that the bald-headed guy's entire hand had been cut off. The wound was very strange. It looked like it had been bitten by something and was poisonous. If his entire hand wasn't cut off, he might not have been able to save his life.

"Oh, then please comfort him more. Losing a hand will indeed make many things inconvenient, but he should be able to adjust after a while. Now that he has money, he'll have plenty of people to serve him, and he won't have to do much himself."

"Thank you for your concern, sir. Boss Zuo isn't sad at all. He was very happy when he saw that his hand was gone. Boss Zuo said that when he was a child, a master fortune teller told him that he had a very good face and a very noble fate, but his left hand was unlucky. He would truly become successful once his left hand was severed."

"Before, Boss Zuo didn't believe it. He felt that even if he didn't chop off his left hand, his business would still be able to grow and become stronger. He thought that the master was jealous of his good fortune and wanted to trick him into chopping off his own hand."

"Now, by some twist of fate, he really lost a hand, and he realized that the master hadn't lied to him. He did have some money before, but it's completely different from now. Losing that hand, he truly opened the door to the world of wealth."

"Oh, then I wish him good luck, and I wish him wealth."

I didn't say anything more. I sent the little girl away, went back to finish my meal, read for a while, and then went to make paper offerings.

Yesterday, Jasmine helped me get a business deal, and many of the paper offerings in the shop were sold, so I had to quickly make some more, or the shop would be empty.

As for whether the bald-headed guy would really become richer after losing his hand, I don't know. I can't see those kinds of things, but that kind of situation is indeed possible.

It is said that during the late Qin and early Han dynasties, there was a general named Ying Bu who was like that. A fortune teller told him that he could be enfeoffed as a king after being punished, so he was very happy when he committed a crime and was sentenced to tattooing, saying that he would be enfeoffed as a king after being tattooed on his face. Everyone laughed at him for being crazy and even called him Qing Bu, but he was later enfeoffed by Xiang Yu as the King of Jiujiang.

I hope the bald-headed guy is also truly lucky and can make a fortune after losing his hand.

Nothing happened all day. I made paper offerings all afternoon, but I dreamed about paper offerings again that night.

A large snake that was only a skeleton pleaded with me, hoping that I could make a body for it out of paper. It said that its life was worthless and it couldn't bear to have a golden body made for it, but the previous worshippers insisted on sculpting a golden body for it. It barely enjoyed a few years of top-notch incense offerings, which almost caused its soul to scatter.

Fortunately, it had accumulated a lot of merit in the past. It retained a trace of its remnant soul under the huge backlash. Now, it no longer dared to entertain the idea of restoring a golden body. It would be satisfied with a paper body.

I asked it if it was the big python from the cremator girl's house.

The snake skeleton nodded in acknowledgment and told me that the reason why it was only a skeleton was because the cremator girl was too competitive and liked to show off.

The incident happened three years ago. An old aunt asked the cremator girl to exorcise an evil spirit from her feverish child, but when she arrived, she found that the aunt's husband had hired a Maoshan Taoist priest, who was also there to exorcise the evil spirit from the child.

The Southern Maoshan and the Northern Maoshan had always been rivals, and naturally they didn't give each other a good face when they met. A small business deal turned into a fight between the two.

At first, they just bragged about themselves and belittled each other, but later they simply started fighting.

The big python had cultivated its spiritual powers, and the cremator girl had a talent for evil arts. In a few strokes, she beat the Maoshan guy black and blue. In the end, the Taoist priest knelt on the ground and called her "Grandma" three times before the cremator girl let him go.

The Maoshan Taoist priest was beaten and humiliated, so naturally he wanted revenge. He spent more than three months finding out where the python's true body was hidden, and then he went to Guangdong, brought a few Guangdong chefs up the mountain, and skinned the big python.

It was a pity for the well-cultivated big python, which was left with only its skeleton and soul.

The python thought that after experiencing these things, the cremator girl would restrain herself and stop being willful and causing trouble, but her train of thought was completely different.

The cremator girl felt that she had let the big python down and insisted on finding a better place than its physical body to store its soul.

Thus, there was the golden snake statue and the later offerings.

And then, everything fell apart, and even its soul was almost destroyed.

The python had no more extravagant desires now. It didn't want to see the cremator girl again. It only hoped that I could make a paper body for it so that the little bit of its remnant soul could return to its old home on the snake bones.

I don't have any other faults, I'm just kind-hearted. Hearing the big python say such a pitiful thing, I didn't ask for any reward from it, and the next day I made a snake body out of paper and burned it for it. I didn't tell the cremator girl what happened later.

After seeing off the big python, I continued with my life, waiting for the little girl who delivered the human skin to appear.

But one day, two days, three days passed, and she didn't appear again, as if she had forgotten about it.

A week passed like this. Jasmine suddenly told me that she wanted to ask for a day off. One of her old friends had something urgent to ask her for help with, and she had to go.

Jasmine wasn't my employee, so naturally I couldn't restrict her freedom. Just as I was about to agree, I saw drops of blood dripping from Jasmine's brow.