As the sky grew brighter, more and more people gathered in the usually quiet cemetery.

In the past, cemeteries were not as crowded as they are now, even during the Day of the Dead, it was not as lively as the Green Cemetery.

Not only are there more people now, but with the Murray family moving their ancestral tomb here, many wealthy families in LA have followed suit, regardless of the reasons for now.

The once proud and arrogant Qing Shan Cemetery has now fainted in the toilet.

Terry had already come out and waited for a long time when he heard that the Murray family was coming.

Seeing the Murray family approaching in their black Maibach Landaulet, I quickly went forward to greet them, saying, "Mr. Murray, you have arrived... we have already prepared everything for you."

"What else do you think we need to do over here? Just let me know!"

Terry is the one who customized the tombstone for the Murray family back then.

Previously, everyone found it difficult to accept that tombstones could have different shapes. However, Terry went against the majority and had them custom-made according to Susie's request.

"Thank you, Terry!" Susie got off the car, her eyes squinting: "Sir, may you have good luck and prosperity with your promotion!"

This made Terry very happy, and he quickly smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Murray, for your kind words, thank you for your kind words!"

Susie walked briskly into the cemetery, but her footsteps unconsciously slowed down a bit.

Although there were many people sweeping graves in the cemetery, everyone spoke in hushed tones and there was rarely any loud noise.

"Oops, I'm sorry!" Susie bumped into someone and looked up to see a woman quickly protecting the urn in her hands.

She saw Susie and was startled.

"It's okay..." she shook her head, overwhelmed with sadness.

If her Charlotte were still alive, she would have been this big by now, just like this little girl.

Susie glanced at the urn and quietly waved her hand, asking, "Uncle and Aunt, my condolences..."

There sat a little child on top of the urn, looking about five years old.

Still holding onto her mother, she nestled in her mother's arms just like before she passed away.

"Who are you?" Charlotte curiously looked at Susie. "Why can you see me?"

Susie just made a shushing gesture and stepped aside, allowing Charlotte's family to pass.

Several close relatives, who were presumably Charlotte's parents, followed behind. They gave Susie a strange look.

I don't know why she made a shushing gesture, but seeing her being the same size as their little niece, she also showed a friendly smile and nodded slightly.

Wade approached Susie and whispered, "Sister, that little ghost is also an evil ghost, right? She can appear during the day."

Even the evil ghost, even if it had ashes on its body, dared not appear directly under the sun.

The weather today was intermittent cloudy, with a little rain in the morning and now a bit of sunshine is showing.

Susie shook her head, "No, she had just died recently."

Just died recently, it is impossible to become an evil ghost.

Could only become a vile ghost.

Wade hesitated and said, "So she was the Vile ghost?"

He secretly went through the levels of ghosts in his mind: wild ghost, Grudge, Vile ghost, evil ghost, ghost general, ghost king...

This little girl turned out to be a vile ghost.

"Strange, I didn't see any strong hostility in her, why would she be a Vile ghost..."

Susie answered, "It should be an obsession in one's heart."

You would know when you asked at that time.

The two of them were whispering to each other when the little Vile ghost, who was nestled in her mother's arms, suddenly poked her head out and half of her brain appeared on her mother's shoulder.

A pair of sparkling eyes stared straight at Wade.

Wade instantly got angry, stood up straight, and hurriedly followed Susie, but he was so nervous that he walked with his hands and feet in sync.

Hamza couldn't see the little Vile ghost, but he could see Wade walking with the same hand and foot movements. He said in frustration, "I can't believe this."

If I were you, I would have already adapted.

Wade: "..."

Well, isn't it just because you couldn't see it?

He was so calm even when he couldn't see, right?

Susie followed the adults and quickly arrived at the Murray family's ancestral tomb.

"Ancestors, I'm here again!" Susie whispered, running happily towards them.

An old man stood in front of the Murray family's large family tomb, leaning on a cane and looking around.

Finally, I saw their young apprentice at their home.

"Ah, little Susie finally arrived. How come you didn't come for the past two years?" scolded the ancestor. "Your ancestor has been waiting for you every year."

Susie said, "Ancestors, you may not believe it... but the reason I didn't come earlier was because I had gone to the underworld at that time."

Ancestors: "..."

Susie thought he was going to say blaming words, like what children say randomly, don't say unlucky words and so on.

But I heard the ancestors complaining, "You went to the underworld? Then why didn't you come to play with the ancestors?"

Susie: "Um... I went to run some errands."

Ancestor: "Have you finished your tasks? Our older ancestors have all been reincarnated, and I am the only one left in the underworld to bless our future generations. Why don't you come down to visit me?"

Susie: "..."

I messed up!

That being said, I really feel more and more that what my master said was right, he really is a heartless little one.

"I'll give you a leg massage, ancestor!" Susie dog-legged forward and said, "Sing another song for the ancestor~"

Ancestor: "Hmm, what should I sing?"

Susie thought for a moment and then sang:

"Tonight I come to pay respects to our ancestors, and I wonder if you have a moment! I want to ask, dear ancestors, why is it that the more I work, the poorer I become..."

"I prayed to our ancestors, hoping for a prosperous year ahead, where I wouldn't have to work but still have enough money to do whatever I wanted, with smooth sailing in everything I do."

The ancestors didn't even lift their eyelids: "You have sung it, but there is no sincerity at all. The ancestors won't listen!"

Susie: "..."

Suddenly, she saw her master standing not far away.

He stood at a high place and looked down, gazing at a whole cemetery in silence...

After soothing the old ancestor with a few words, Susie quickly ran over.

"Master, what happened to you?"

Susie raised her hand and held onto Mitch's broad and sturdy hand.

Mitch snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing."

Susie asked again, "Master, is this your hometown?"

Mitch looked at her in surprise.

Susie's eyes were clear, yet it seemed as if she understood everything.

"Master, how did you actually die in the past..."