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"Yes, I'm his wife. He died so suddenly... boo hoo..."
Wang Chao's wife started to wipe her eyes, crying very sadly.
"Let us go in and see him."
It might have been her imagination, but Mai Xiaomai felt that her crying seemed somewhat fake, and frowned as she spoke.
"You'll be scared if you see him, better not to look, it's not auspicious. Just give me the money here."
Wang Chao's wife deliberately stood in the middle of the door as if to block Mai Xiaomai's way.
"We are not afraid of being inauspicious."
You Bei pushed her aside and stepped in directly.
Mai Xiaomai followed her inside.
Seeing the surroundings, both felt a bit sad.
The place was cluttered with materials for making stinky tofu, making the entire yard reek as if they had entered a latrine.
Wang Chao's wife had no choice but to follow them, leading them into a room.
The room was particularly dark and damp, with not only the stench of stinky tofu but also a musty smell.
