In 1626, there was a big explosion in the Apocalypse. The dead were all naked and the top of the sedan chair was missing.
What blew up in that explosion?
Where did the sedan roof go?
Someone is waiting.
Someone is looking.
Four hundred years later.
Qi Huai is really a genius.
The poor kind.
There were three leaks in the roof of the Taoist temple, and she couldn't afford to repair them, so she had to live broadcast to cheat money.
In the live broadcast room that day, a person with the ID name "Gui" logged twenty carnivals.
Qi Huaizhen's eyes widened: "Sister, God of Wealth! What do you want to calculate? Marriage? Career? I can even calculate who you were in your previous life!"
The other party only replied: "Can you show me the bell on your ear?"
Qi Huaizhen touched the tasseled bell earrings on his earlobes.
It was passed down from her ancestors and she had worn it for more than 20 years without ever taking it seriously.
Okay, Sister Caishen can watch it if she wants.
She made an appointment to meet offline, and what came was a man dressed in black and standing half a head above her head with an icy face.
The other party stared at the bells on her ears for a long, long time.
"I've been waiting for you for four hundred years."
Qi Huaizhen: "..."
"Do you ancient people propose twenty carnivals first?"
The man said nothing.
But the corner of his mouth moved.
Ice Cube Face is looking for something, the sedan roof that was lost four hundred years ago.
She said, "Come with me and I'll have enough for you to build ten Taoist temples."
Qi Huaizhen went.
It's not because I'm not afraid of death.
It's because I'm too poor.
The copy was written on March 3, 2026
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