"Ah... Ouch..." Grandma Meng rubbed her nose. She sneezed so hard that her brains almost squirted out of her mouth that her eyes turned red. "Who's cursing me behind my back! What kind of resentment is this—"
"Young lady, I see your forehead is dark. I'm afraid there will be a disaster in the near future." A soul who was waiting in the queue stretched his head out. His thin hand was holding a banner he liked when he was alive. The banner was printed with the words "Falling Injuries, Deception, Deducing from Bones".
Grandma Meng rubbed her nose and sprinkled a handful of green onions into the pot. "Take the soup and leave. The next one! I don't believe in feudal superstition! Hurry!"
###Chapter65,Greed
After walking for god knows how long, he finally saw a bright light at the end of the
