Miss Colter was lost in thought when suddenly someone snatched the paper note from her hand. She frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Her younger brother grinned mischievously and said, "Just checking what this little girl wrote to you."

He eagerly unfolded the note and saw a picture of a bird and a turtle, along with some numbers.

It didn't look like a phone number, so he counted the digits anyway, just in case the Murray family had purchased a special phone number, considering how wealthy they were.

But he was disappointed to find that the number was only eight digits long, while phone numbers in the area had 11 digits.

"She's probably three or four years old and doesn't even know how to write her own phone number," he muttered.

"Do you think she'll actually call me?" Miss Colter took the note back and said nonchalantly, "Kids change their minds all the time."

Her younger brother thought for a moment and then shrugged. "Yeah, you're probably right."

But he couldn't help but daydream about what would happen if the little girl did call and gave his sister a few million dollars as a gift. He wouldn't have to work hard for the rest of his life.

"Why do the rich have so much money while ordinary people have to work hard just to make a living?" he grumbled. "If only the Murray family could share their wealth with us..."

Meanwhile, at the Peasants Cemetery, Jonathan picked up Susie and asked, "Why were you running around just now?"

Susie pinched her fingers and said, "I feel like the era is calling me."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow and said, "What era?"

Wade chimed in, "That's not an era, it's a mission."

Susie nodded seriously and said, "I feel like my mission is calling me."

Jonathan couldn't help but chuckle. "You're just a four-year-old kid. What kind of mission could you have?"

Meanwhile, Martin was discussing the relocation of a grave with his brothers. They were surprised at first, but when they found out it was Susie's idea, they had no objections.

Mr. Craig was taken aback and frowned. "Why do you want to move the grave all of a sudden? Don't be ridiculous."

Martin remained calm and said, "Susie says the feng shui here is bad, and our ancestors don't like it."

Mr. Craig paused for a moment and said, "Oh, Susie said that? Well, then it's okay."

However, he stubbornly said, "Even so, the time is too tight. We don't have enough time..."

Martin looked at his watch and said, "When we came in just now, Susie already said she wanted to choose the southwest direction. There's only one cemetery in that direction in New York, and it's an ordinary one."

"I've already bought the plot there."

"The feng shui master, the team, and everything else needed for the relocation have been arranged, and the car is waiting outside."

Mr. Craig had nothing to say.

"Today is a good day for tomb relocation," Martin added.

Mr. Craig nodded and said, "Alright, you've made the arrangements."

Michael sighed at the tomb, "I just finished pulling out all the weeds. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Well, this time I have to dig the grave."

Digging a grave in the ghost realm... umm...

Michael took a sip of mineral water, poured a little into his palm, and muttered under his breath, "Ancestors, please forgive me. Please be careful, or your grandson might dig into your feet."

There really was an old ancestor at the grave.

He was just squatting there watching the commotion, and then he realized that they were digging on his own grave?

Martin shouted from a distance, "Susie, come and pay respects to your ancestors. We're going to relocate the grave soon."

Susie ran over cheerfully and said, "Grandpa ancestor, Susie is here!"

The old ancestor floating above the grave said, "Ah, this is our family's child! How come I didn't see you in the past two years..."

Susie curiously looked at the old ancestor in old style blazer and asked, "Grandpa ancestor, I only came here this year! Are you the only one left among all these graves?"

The old ancestor looked at Susie in surprise. Oh?

This young person can see him?

The old ancestor happily said, "Yes, only I'm left. The other old fellows have finished their Yin years and reincarnated."

Susie counted on her fingers.

Master's father said that if a person's lifespan is determined to be 80 years, and he accidentally dies at the age of 30, then he will go to the underworld and have to observe 50 years of Yin longevity.

People who die a natural death will complete their seven days of mourning and then be reincarnated, but they can also choose to stay in the ghost castle for a period of time, go to the lotus platform to listen to Buddhist scriptures, and accumulate blessings for their children in the mortal world.

In addition to this, how much Yin longevity one has to observe also depends on the karmic forces of one's life before, and some people, even if they die a natural death, still have to complete their karmic forces in the underworld before they can be reincarnated...

Also, people who commit suicide or have a heavy resentment will also have a longer reincarnation time, and those who die without entering their ancestral tombs or become vile ghosts will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation...

In short, reincarnation is a very complex system, and whether one can be reincarnated ultimately depends on the decision of the underworld judge. Of course, there is also some room for maneuvering...

"Master, why are you still here when you are so old?" Susie finished counting her fingers and asked in confusion.

Master sighed and said, "There must be an ancestor to bless you all, right?"

Susie exclaimed, giving him a thumbs up, "Master, you are so kind! Master, you are working hard!"

Life in the underworld is not easy, almost all the ghosts who have obtained the judge's permission to be reincarnated have left, and very few are willing to stay.

Master took the initiative to stay, he is a good ancestor!

Susie stood on her tiptoes and pounded on the tombstone, massaging the master's legs.

The master laughed heartily, finally having someone to talk to in the lonely underworld.

"Little girl, sing a song for me," the master said eagerly.

Susie thought for a moment, what to sing?

Got it.

"I'm here to pay respects to my ancestor tonight, and I want to ask if you have any free time, master! I want to ask, master, why do I get poorer the harder I work..."

"I beg my ancestor to bless me with a year of prosperity, without having to work, but still having money to spend, everything will be smooth sailing~"

The Murray family watched Susie talking to a tombstone in confusion.

Immediately afterwards, a very familiar tune started to play.

Upon careful listening, isn't this the melody of "World First Class"?

But the lyrics... the Murray family's mouths twitched.

Mrs. Alana had a vein popping on her forehead and asked, "Who taught this?"

Michael immediately waved his hands and said, "It wasn't me!"

The Murray brothers shook their heads repeatedly.

Mrs. Alana looked towards Martin... but she realized it was impossible for Martin to have taught Susie something like this.

So, the old woman looked towards Alex, who was playing with a leaf beside her.

Alex replied, "Huh?"

The bird was stunned. It wasn't him!

Mrs. Alana couldn't blame Alex, so she squatted to the side, pointed at Alex, and criticized, "I always see you holding Susie's phone, watching Tik Tok videos! Tell me, what's your Tik Tok account... I have to find evidence."

Alex replied, "Gaga??"

The parrot tilted its head and looked at the old woman.

Everyone couldn't help but hold back their laughter.

They say that old people are like children, but to see an old woman pointing at a parrot for criticism was really hilarious.

Some passersby in this luxurious family cemetery wondered why it was so eerie here.

A little girl was singing to her ancestors on a tombstone, a group of young men were digging up graves with all their might, and an old woman was babbling on to a parrot... Before long, the "grave-digging team" had arrived.

The Taoist priests rang bells, burned joss paper, finished the ceremony, and could officially transfer the Murray family's ancestors' ashes.

The sales manager at the sales office was spitting with anger when he suddenly heard that the Murray family was going to move their graves, and he was stunned.

What?

The Murray family is moving their graves?!

Why didn't anyone tell him earlier!

The sales manager quickly put down his work and hurried to the cemetery.