Seeing Mo Lin Yu hear their words, he still stood in place blankly. A group of relatives frowned again with dissatisfaction, "Xiao Yu! Have you no manners?"
"I think this Xiao Yu is a jinx. He killed his parents when he was young, and now he has killed his sister. No wonder he is so ill-mannered."
Hearing their relatives' words, Mo Lin Yu blinked and, coming back to his senses, shouted, "...What nonsense are you talking about! My sister isn't dead! I'm not a jinx!"
"Tch," one of the aunts rolled her eyes, stood up, and put one hand on her hip, pointing at the memorial tablet with candles still lit not far away. She opened her mouth and said, "What is that there? You ungrateful child, didn't second aunt hold you and your sister when you were little? How dare you talk to me like this, truly no manners..."
"Bang—"
Before the second aunt could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew from nowhere and slammed the door shut.
Just as everyone was startled, they suddenly heard a strange sound. Following the sound, a group of people saw that at the place of Mo Li's memorial tablet, a red figure with long hair had appeared at some point. Looking at the text, looking at the text, that figure was picking and choosing among a pile of candles, doing something unknown, which was extremely eerie, making the atmosphere of the entire room become gloomy.
A group of relatives swallowed and asked with a trembling voice, "Xiao Yu, who is that... your friend?"
Mo Lin Yu, "..."
He glanced at the second aunt who spoke, and said, "Second aunt, what kind of eyes are those? Didn't you just say you held my sister? Why don't you recognize her?"
Second aunt, "...?!"
"What nonsense are you talking, child! Your sister is long dead. Are you trying to find someone to play tricks on us to avoid giving us the compensation money?! How old are you, who taught you this? Learning to be so bad!" a middle-aged uncle said indignantly, mustering up his courage.
"Who did you say is dead?"
As soon as the middle-aged uncle finished speaking, he suddenly heard a chilling voice from behind him, making his scalp tingle, and he dared not move...
After choosing the candles, Ming Li walked to Mo Lin Yu's side, looking meaningfully at this group of uninvited relatives, and said, "Why is no one talking anymore? Weren't you chatting quite happily just now?"
In the room, after everyone clearly saw Ming Li's face, they all stood up from the sofa in shock, their faces ashen. Especially when they saw Ming Li still floating above the ground, they were all speechless. Those with weaker nerves were almost scared to wet themselves.
"You! Are you human or ghost!"
The second aunt pointed at Ming Li and asked tremblingly.
Hearing this, Ming Li raised her eyebrows, "You all came to claim my compensation, and you're still asking if I'm human or ghost?"
Everyone, "..."
Hearing this, some who couldn't handle the pressure collapsed.
A woman in a floral shirt swallowed and stepped forward, saying, "Xiao Li, when a person dies, their lamp goes out. You're dead, so go reincarnate soon. If you want money, we can burn some for you during festivals. You can't use this money anyway, so it's better to leave it to us. We can even help you look after Xiao Yu."
Ming Li, "...I feel you are quite shameless."
How to deal with such a shameless person? The answer is of course to beat them up.
As soon as she thought of it, she acted. In the next second, over a dozen sacks suddenly appeared in the room, stuffing all the relatives into them, and then, a large iron hammer appeared in the air...