Chapter 349: Paper money is a good thing

The next day, the rain continued to fall intermittently, and the continuous rain, wet and cold, added the winter's bleakness to the town.
Mu Zi and Jiang Ci bought umbrellas in the supermarket, went to a nearby store to buy some ingot paper money, and then went up the mountain.
The road up the mountain is very rugged, and it is usually smooth. It is muddy, dirty and slippery when it rains, making it extremely difficult to walk.
The mountain cemeteries in such remote towns and towns are not like regular cemeteries with registration lists and route maps. They can only find them in circles along the mountain road.
Searching for a long time has no gain.
But since Gu Liang told her that she was here, there was definitely nothing wrong.
When Mu Zi thought about it this way, he didn't rush. Since he's here, it's better to go see grandma first.
As a result, when the two reached the grandmother's tomb, they found a new tombstone beside the tombstone. The name on the tombstone was Su Zi!
"Su Zi, you are here!" Jiang Ci exclaimed.
I blurted out the words and immediately felt wrong. I should say: Your tomb is here!
Mu Zi was also startled.
I was mentally prepared to see my grave suddenly, and my shock was unabated.
She really didn't expect that that person would be so careful that she was buried beside her grandmother deliberately!
"He must know that you and your grandmother have a deep relationship, otherwise it doesn't make sense to do this!" Jiang Ci said in shock, "From Qingjiang to Xiushui, thousands of miles away, what is this man in the world? I struggled to fish you up from the bottom of the river. Then it was transported to Xiushui for burial without a word, just so quietly without notifying your family!"
Su Zi's only family member is her husband Mu Zening.
"He has a prejudice against Mu Zening?!" Jiang Ci was still extremely surprised, "He loves you?... Then why didn't he come to you? Is he dead?!"
Mu Zi looked up at Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci knew that he had said something wrong, so he couldn't help but stop speaking. What he said just now...like a deliberate curse to death.
Mu Zi turned his head and looked at his tomb again. The inscription was very simple, only the name, and the time of birth and death.
"If he is not dead... then he is hiding." Mu Zi muttered to herself, looking at his tombstone, "...why do you want to hide?" Is there any secret that she can't tell her?
The patter of light rain, floating on the gray tombstone, drenched with water.
Mu Zi burned paper and ingots for grandma.
The green smoke was faintly shattered in the drizzle, and Mu Zi threw Ming coins one by one into the rising flames, and whispered: "Grandma, do you recognize me? I am Zizi...Do you think Very strange? Why does my granddaughter look different?"
She smiled lightly, and said with a slight self-deprecation: "I accidentally walked along the palace of the king of the hills, and now I am alive, so I look different from before. I am no longer called Su Zi, grandma... Now it's called Mu Zi."
Ming coins burned into ashes in the fire, and when the wind blew, the ashes swirled in the wind.
Mu Zi's eyes were deep and quiet, and his voice was lowered: "Grandma, the one who killed me... is probably Qiao Jingjia. I won't let her go. I want her to suffer as much as I want. Taste the pain of desperation, and finally in prison, regret for life..."
Qiao Jingjia deprived her of the right to live in this world as Su Zi, and she couldn't forgive it.
After the Ming coin burned, the flame gradually became low and extinguished.
Mu Zi raised his head and let out a sigh of relief. He smiled and said to Jiang Ci beside him: "Paper money is indeed a good thing. If it is burned, the dead may not be able to enjoy it, but the living can feel comfortable."
Jiang Ci sighed, without saying anything, patted Mu Zi on the shoulder.