Chapter 2 Am I dead?

Nine million five hundred and sixty thousand in the bank.

He also had nearly twenty million in cash piled up at home.

How was he supposed to spend the day?

Yang Shou hadn't even dreamed of such a thing.

But it didn't matter. Making money required genius, but spending it didn't.

He did the things he usually wouldn't do.

He did the things he usually wouldn't eat.

He did the things he usually couldn't bear to buy.

Happy moments are always so fleeting; a day flies by in the blink of an eye.

Yang Shou came to his senses and realized it was already dark. He felt more exhausted after the day than after a full day at work.

It seemed spending money was just as arduous.

"Let's see tomorrow. If nothing else, I'll buy a car and a house!"

In the taxi back to his apartment, he slumped in the back seat, thinking about these two life events.

And with that, he couldn't help but wonder where the family's money came from.

He spent the whole day carelessly, and no one intervened. If it was a prank, then the price of a moment of fun was too high.

Besides, among his friends, only a handful could calmly hand over ten thousand yuan, let alone tens of millions.

A more reasonable guess is that, like in the movies, a group of wealthy people with too much free time organized some program or event and chose him.

"There's another irrational guess," Yang Shou muttered to himself, remembering the comments he'd read last night and the nightmare.

People are poor because they've died and no one's burning paper at their graves.

And in his dream last night, a beautiful woman was crouching at a grave with his photo on it, burning paper.

Today he'd received tens of millions.

The logic made sense.

But the core was even more outrageous than the dream.

Yang Shou, considering himself a normal person, quickly dismissed this guess.

There were too many irrational aspects.

If he was dead, was the world he was in now the underworld?

What about past memories and the living people around him?

There was another very important point. If the money burned up there could be received by everyone here, then inflation would have already hit here, and money would be worthless.

Unless Yang Shou was the only one who received the paper money.

"Am I some kind of chosen one?"

Yang Shou found it amusing, carrying his bags home.

He showered, then stared at the tens of millions in cash for a moment.

Tired and sleepy, he went to bed.

The night deepened, his breathing gradually slowed, and he became quiet.

But just then, a pleasant female voice reached his ears:

"Brother Yang, you must be lonely down there."

"I thought about it, and bought this again today. I hope you'll be happy."

The voice came suddenly.

Yang Shou opened his eyes and found himself floating above the cemetery again.

Below him, the pretty girl squatted in front of the grave, pushing two paper figures forward. "I didn't know what type you liked, so I bought two for you."

"If you don't like either one, please send me a dream."

"But Brother Yang, these two paper figurines are special."

The girl stuck out her tongue, looking embarrassed.

"Celebrity-style."

"This more mature one is called Yang Mi."

"This bright and radiant one is called Reba."

"They're both big stars and beauties."

"I only found out the owner secretly sells these until I went to the store."

"The owner said they're selling very well."

"Everyone's buying them anyway, so it doesn't matter if I have one more. I can only apologize to Sister Mi and Sister Reba."

At this point, the girl's eyebrows curved and she smiled beautifully. "I think a lot of boys seem to like them. Brother Yang, you passed away early, but you're still young, so you should like them too, right?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

"I'm a celebrity now, too."

"Hey, I have so many fans."

"A lot of people say that one day, I, Zhao Maimai, will become a top star in the entertainment industry."

"But I don't want to be a top star. I just want to quietly film."

"Brother Yang, I want to see you again and say thank you in person."

"But, I'll never have that chance."

"Brother Yang, can you send me a dream?"

"I want to see you, and I want to know what you like."

"Uh, burn a few comics for you?"

"Something like Death in Fire, or Dragon Ball."

"I heard you have several novels that are very popular among boys..."

The girl's nagging voice echoed in his ears.

Yang Shou wanted to ask her, but his eyelids grew heavy, and his consciousness gradually faded.

...

Smells so good.

Smooth.

Soft.

It was hazy, as if he were still in a dream.

Yang Shou tossed and turned in bed, only to feel as if two more people had appeared under the covers.

Two delicate women.

He reached out and touched them, and the more he touched, the more real they became.

He suddenly opened his eyes and locked eyes with the woman beside him.

"Master, are you awake?"

The woman's eyes were wide and seductive, their eyes gleaming with a glint of water.

Yang Shou sat up with a jerk and lifted the covers.

The next moment, the two beauties, shyly covering their private parts, were hiding their bodies. However, their graceful figures, their slender fingers, made them even more alluring.

How brutal!

Yang Shou was horrified and quickly pulled the covers back on.

However, the covers were twenty centimeters higher than usual.

"Who are you?"

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Yang Shou huddled closer, but skin-to-skin contact was unavoidable. "Master, we two are here to serve you."

"My name is Yang Mi."

"I'm Reba."

The two beauties explained with a smile.

It would have been fine without the explanation, but as soon as they did, a chill ran from Yang Shou's tailbone to his skull.

If I remember correctly, I had another dream last night.

And in the dream, the girl named Zhao Maimai burned two paper figurines for him, claiming they were celebrity-style figures.

The names of the two celebrities were identical to the two beauties beside him.

Yang Mi.

Reba.

When Zhao Maimai was burning them, she briefly introduced them.

She said Yang Mi was mature, while Reba was brighter and more radiant.

Looking back, that description doesn't quite fit.

Yang Mi's temperament was somewhere between a young woman and a mature woman, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a unique charm.

Reba was more than just bright and radiant; she was simply stunningly beautiful. Her every frown and smile made her resemble an ancient concubine who brought disaster to the nation.

Ordinarily, Yang Shou would have been overjoyed, surrounded by these two beauties. But now, he had figured out the truth.

These two were paper figures Zhao Maimai had burned for him.

The money Zhao Maimai had burned for him yesterday was also burned for him.

"So, I'm really dead?"

Yang Shou's face was filled with horror.