After the two of them had an agreement, the ghost messenger He Peng quietly disappeared, as if he had never appeared. After all, he was responsible for collecting the souls of the dead every day, and today he was still short of collecting a few souls.

Kong Xiaoxiao's room fell into silence again.

The night sky was densely populated with stars. Mo Mo had already fallen into a sweet dream with a trace of crystal clear saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, but Kong Xiaoxiao was unusually awake and no longer sleepy.

She tossed and turned, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, so she sat up and took out all her belongings.

She should take stock of her financial situation.

Time passed minute by minute, and after about half an incense stick of time, her fingers became stiff and even cramped from constantly counting money.

Is this the legendary wonderful feeling of counting money until your hands cramp?

This feeling simply made her unable to stop!

Not counting those rare treasures, she already had more than 100,000 taels of silver notes alone!

With the astonishing rate at which she is making money now, she can even clearly picture her free and carefree life after retirement.

The next day.

The tranquility of the early morning was broken by the chirping of birds, and the fresh air was filled with the unique floral fragrance of the Flower City.

Kong Xiaoxiao carefully selected a light blue gauze dress for Momo. The soft fabric looked like clouds and mist, making Momo look as lively and cute as a fairy.

Kong Xiaoxiao looked at the graceful Momo in front of her and nodded with satisfaction. Then she turned back to her room and changed into a set of blue cotton clothes that matched Momo perfectly.

This dress is well-cut, with simple and smooth lines. Although it is plain, it is still elegant.

After breakfast, the four of them drove the carriage to the large manor in Huadu City outside the city.

This manor is directly under the government of Huadu City and is specially designed for the annual Hundred Flowers Blooming Festival.

This event attracts countless people every year, regardless of gender, age, social status, or even if they are not locals, as long as they pay, they can participate.

Today, it was time for Huadu City to make a fortune again. At this moment, when Kong Xiaoxiao and others arrived at the gate of the manor, the scene in front of them was amazing. At a glance, the densely packed carriages formed a long winding dragon, almost blocking the entire passage.

After all, everyone needs to register their information and pay the entrance fee before they can enter, so the process is quite slow. The sun is getting hotter and hotter, the temperature is rising, and the crowd is getting restless.

"How long will it take before it's our turn? Why is it so slow?"

"It's so hot that it's killing me. Can't the prefect arrange a few more people to be in charge of the registration?"

"Oh, no, no, I feel like I'm going to get a heat stroke!" A woman complained from the family behind Kong Xiaoxiao's carriage, her voice mixed with a hint of coquettishness. "If you hadn't insisted on me accompanying you to this conference, who would be willing to endure this? You promised me that you would help me no matter what I wanted to do. Do you still mean what you said?"

"Yes, yes, you are my sweetheart, I will do whatever you ask me to do." The man's flattering voice followed.

Kong Xiaoxiao got off the carriage to get some fresh air. After hearing this conversation, she couldn't help but laugh. Is this just making trouble for no reason? He Junlin also looked at her helplessly, then shrugged and said, "See, I can't have peace and quiet when I'm with you. I finally have a day of freedom."

Kong Xiaoxiao: ...

After a while, a carriage slowly stopped and a fat middle-aged man got out of the carriage.

After he and He Junlin exchanged a glance, he was so overwhelmed by He Junlin's sharp eyes that he became at a loss and couldn't even walk. He could only turn his head to look at his own carriage and sigh helplessly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and walked up to He Junlin and bowed slightly.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, my wife seems to be suffering from heat stroke. Could you please give us a favor and let us go first?"

He Junlin was a martial artist, so how could he not have heard the conversation between the two in the carriage? Therefore, he did not treat them well. "Your wife has a heat stroke. It is inconvenient for me to do anything."

After being retorted, the middle-aged man's face instantly turned red, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:

"My wife has been waiting for this annual Hundred Flowers Conference for a long time. She finally got here and really doesn't want to go back. I hope you can be flexible."

"No." He Junlin didn't even look at the other person. After saying that, he jumped into the carriage, closed his eyes, and ignored anyone.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw He Junlin was so ungrateful. He shook his sleeves angrily and turned back to the carriage.

The beautiful woman in the carriage immediately frowned and got angry at the middle-aged man: "Why are you so useless? Don't you know how to find a way out if you don't agree? If you can't persuade me, then take the money. I don't believe there are still people who don't love money."

Faced with the beautiful woman's blaming eyes, a barely perceptible hatred flashed in his eyes.

However, he had to force a flattering smile on his face. He hugged the beautiful woman tightly in his arms and whispered softly, "Ying Niang, don't be angry. I will go and negotiate with them now." Before he finished speaking, he kissed the beautiful woman's seductive lips fiercely.

Suddenly, there were gasps and moans coming from the carriage.

Kong Xiaoxiao and He Junlin blushed as they listened.

Kong Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly: Having too good hearing may not always be a good thing.

She knew that the other party would come back later, so she let He Junlin, who looked unhappy, get into the carriage, and she stood behind the carriage.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man got off the car again.

Kong Xiaoxiao did not miss the subtle change in the middle-aged man's smile when he lifted the curtain. She looked at his face and couldn't help but exclaimed in her heart.

What a fate! Isn't this the person that He Peng, the ghost messenger, asked her to deal with?

Kong Xiaoxiao's eyes were like searchlights, staring at the middle-aged man, blinking as if she was thinking about something.

Isn’t the person in that carriage He Peng’s wife, Nian Yingying (Mrs. He)?

It’s getting more and more interesting!

Lin Yehai got off the carriage and stretched his neck like a giraffe, trying to find someone in the carriage.

Seeing this, Kong Xiaoxiao immediately interrupted him: "Okay, stop looking, he's not here, what do you want to see him for?"

The middle-aged man paused, then looked Kong Xiaoxiao up and down, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes, as if asking: "Little girl, can you make the decision?"

Kong Xiaoxiao raised her chin and said, "Well, this is my carriage. How can you decide?"

The middle-aged man immediately showed a flattering smile on his face: "Little girl, if you can make the decision, can you let us pass first?"

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