She didn't want Xiaozhao to know, because she was worried that Xiaozhao, young but precocious, and her husband now under the "Evil Ghost Curse," definitely needed this ghost money, otherwise... otherwise... his eyes wouldn't have flashed with that moment of shock.
Others couldn't see it, but an old married couple...
Who doesn't know each other?
And women are always a bit more attentive than men.
Lady Yan's hand slowly stretched out, her mind flooded with many memories, and as her hand got closer to the paper money, a chilling, terrifying premonition of certain death, like a needle's prick, came over her.
And this... seemed to trigger some rule.
Crack...
Crack, crack, crack...
A white shadow suddenly moved, its head drooping, black hair covering a ghastly, cracked face, its whole body emitting eerie bone-crunching sounds, then it walked to the table, snatched the paper money before Lady Yan, and placed it in her hand.
In an instant, all those terrifying sensations vanished.
