Susie shook her head and said, "Bali Island!"

"There are five paths of reincarnation before the Cliff of Resurrection. One is the path of gods, two is the path of humans, three is the path of animals, four is the path of hungry ghosts, and five is the path of hell..."

"My master said that my mother would be reborn as a golden carp and should give birth to a super good baby."

When Martin and his friends heard this, they were puzzled. Ryan asked, "Isn't it the six paths of reincarnation?"

Susie imitated Mitch's gesture and said seriously, "No, no, Taoism has five paths, and Buddhism has six paths of reincarnation."

The others murmured, not quite understanding.

Uncle Michael, who had many questions, asked again, "But how can ghosts be reborn as ghosts? Didn't they go to hell before? Why is there still a path of hell?"

Susie looked at Michael and said, "Uncle Michael, you're so silly. Is this a conflict?"

If you didn't behave well during your lifetime, you would be reborn as a hungry ghost and could never become human again. It's not as comfortable as the ghost castle.

If you did a lot of bad things during your lifetime, then you would go to the path of hell and suffer until your soul scattered. Is it hard to understand?

Susie looked at Michael with a puzzled expression.

Michael remained silent.

Well, these were not things he could figure out.

"We're here." Kellen looked at his watch. "I'll be late to pick up Susie."

Martin nodded and got off the car first.

Susie hugged Kellen's neck and kissed him, "Bye, Dad!"

Kellen rubbed her little head, "Hmm, be safe."

Susie nodded, "Mm-hmm."

As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped off the car with her pet bag in her arms.

Kellen remained silent.

Martin reached out and caught Susie who had jumped down, and said helplessly, "Be careful."

Susie ran quickly to the front of the car to find Wade and them, and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Martin, I won't fall!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stumbled and rolled a few times.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, but they saw Susie get up and pat her butt, then quickly run away.

Alex flapped his wings and said, "Oh, she just got face-planted, oh, oh, she just got face-planted!"

Susie hurriedly reached into her pet bag and covered Alex's mouth.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Lucy stood in front of Peasants Cemetery, struggling to read a few words out loud, "Peasants Cemetery."

Hamza couldn't take it anymore and said, "That's Peasants Cemetery!"

Lucy waved her hand and said, "Oh, it doesn't matter, it means the same thing."

Hamza, as a Bachelor of Arts, couldn't tolerate this kind of mistake and was about to explain the definition of cemetery and what the hell "Cemetery" meant to Lucy. But he saw Lucy run away.

Lucy saw Susie running over and went to hold her, "Susie, why did you just get here? Your dad drives too slowly! Unlike my dad, he dares to run red lights."

Susie was shocked and said, "Huh? Running red lights is wrong!"

David, carrying something, muttered, "It was an accident."

He was a bit distracted thinking about Clara and didn't pay attention and ran the red light.

Susie's face stiffened, and she educated David like Mr. Craig, "Uncle David, don't do it again!"

David nodded.

The cemetery was very large, and today many people came to send flowers and burn paper money to their deceased loved ones.

At the same time, today was also the busiest day for the cemetery business. Not far from the cemetery, there was a large arrow with the words "Sales Office" on it.

Susie pointed to the big arrow and asked, "Brother, what does this word mean?"

Hamza took a glance and said lightly, "Sales office."

Lucy and Susie looked at each other confused.

There is a sales office in the cemetery?

Susie looked up at Peasants Cemetery, then looked back, and stood on the left to look around. She compared it with her small finger and weighed it back and forth.

Finally, Susie shook her head and concluded, "The feng shui here is not good."

Martin had just walked up to her and stopped when he heard her words, "Not good?"

Susie nodded, "Uncle Martin, if you have time, can you help our ancestors move to another place? Susie thinks our ancestors definitely don't like living here."

Martin just nodded.

The Murray family, with a large population, walked towards the family cemetery, causing many people to turn around in surprise.

Right at the location of the "Sales Office" where Susie had just asked about.

A sign was placed at the entrance of the sales office, "Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, showcasing the quiet and peaceful life. Peasants Cemetery, a comfortable home for loved ones! Today, during the Ghost Festival celebration, the lowest discount for buying a property is 20% off."

Business was booming.

A salesperson was trying to persuade a woman, "Miss Colter, I recommend that you directly buy a large apartment. Your loved ones will live more comfortably in the future, right? It just so happens that there is a promotion today, and the large apartment is 20% off, plus a beautiful rosewood urn as a gift. It's really a great deal!"

Miss Colter remained silent.

The salesperson continued to persuade, "The small unit is really only 0.3-0.4 square meters, but the larger unit can reach one square meter. If you calculate the average price, it's more cost-effective than the small unit. I can tell that Miss Colter is a filial person, so why don't we just settle on this one?"

Miss Colter, dressed in a solemn little black dress, pursed her lips at the salesperson's words. No one saw the slightest trace of gloom over her head, and the foundation couldn't even cover the dark circles under her eyes.

"How much does this burial plot cost?" she hesitated, looking at the sales brochure.

The salesperson quickly calculated, "Well, the original price is...but with the promotion, it's only 560,000 dollars!"

Miss Colter was surprised, "That's so expensive?"

560,000 dollars...per square meter??

The salesperson replied, "It's really not expensive! We also give away a tombstone, cremation, and urn. You'll be worry-free when the time comes, and you can just send them off directly."

Miss Colter stood up and shook her head, "Let's talk about it later."

The salesperson's disappointment was evident in his eyes, and he quickly changed his tone, "Well, if you want a smaller one, we have a 0.4 square meter plot for only 250,000 dollars."

Miss Colter's attitude was not as positive as before.

Just as Miss Colter was about to speak, a man wearing a badge that read "sales manager" came out with a smile. "Miss Colter, if you like it, you should book it quickly. After today, we may not have this promotion anymore."

He handed her a notebook with a luxurious family tomb on it. "You see, even the wealthy Murray family has their family tomb here, proving that our Feng Shui is top-notch. Living here, your descendants won't be too bad off."

"I heard from Leandro that you're buying this plot for your father. Our parents are just like that, they won't say what they want, but if they could come here, they would definitely be pleased."

After a set of persuasive words, Miss Colter hesitated again.

But it's really expensive... 560,000 dollars per square meter, it's just...life is already difficult enough, and now death is even more unaffordable...

The salesperson secretly sneered and looked at Miss Colter and the man behind her who had been silent all this time.

Although he didn't say anything, his eyes seemed to be saying, "Poor people shouldn't come here to buy."

The 25-26-year-old man next to Miss Colter immediately became anxious and urged, "Sister, why don't you just book the one square meter? It's more spacious. Don't you want Dad to live a little better after he passes away?"

Miss Colter gave him a glance, "I don't have enough money. How about you pitch in 60,000 dollars?"

Miss Colter's younger brother opened his mouth and muttered, "I don't have any money..."

After speaking, he looked displeased at his sister, feeling that she had embarrassed him in public on purpose.