The fortune teller's accuracy caused a sensation online, and even the government took notice.

Chapter 157 Explosion
No wonder people look at their deceased loved ones with smiles on their faces.

And they were filled with bitterness and deep resentment.

"Grandma, wait for me! I'll be in ten minutes!"

Ye Zao ran towards the outside of Yin Yang City, found the staff, and bought 500 yuan worth of incense, paper money, ingots, and clothes. When he left, he also took a castle-like house with him.

When Ye Zao tried to pay to enter Yin Yang City for the second time, the staff told him that he had already paid that day and did not need to buy a ticket again.

Ye Zao carried a large plastic bag and ran quickly towards her grandmother.

When she stopped, panting, Ye Zao wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that her grandmother's spirit seemed to have dispersed.

Ignoring everything else, Ye Zao immediately lit incense, burned paper money and gold ingots, and so on.

When Grandma saw all the things Ye Zao had bought, she felt heartbroken and kept wiping away tears.

When the incense was lit, the smoke curled upwards and entered Grandma's mouth, and she felt very comfortable.

She originally thought that after seeing her grandson today and giving that unfilial son a good scolding, she would finally be completely driven away. But she never expected that the incense her grandson bought would be of such high quality.

She felt that the aftereffects of disciplining her unfilial son yesterday seemed to have disappeared.

Moreover, after absorbing more incense, Grandma felt that her soul had become more solid, and she felt comfortable and full all over. Some of her vague memories were also returning.

Grandma Ye looked at the money box beside her, which only she could see. Inside were gold ingots, enough for her to continue living in this place for decades.

She was going to teach that unfilial son a lesson!

Like Ye Zao, some people who didn't know they needed to buy these things at first went out and bought a lot after they realized it.

Unexpectedly, the offerings they made to their ancestors each year were never received by their relatives!
It turns out you can only receive it while standing inside this Yin-Yang City!

The amusement park employees couldn't help but admire Mr. Song Yi's foresight when they saw how quickly these items were selling!
In just half a day, sales have already approached 100,000!

Less than half of the tourists bought the paper money!
Song Zhizhi was also shocked by what she saw; she hadn't expected this product to have such a large market!

Just as he was in shock, Song Jiang also ran out of Yin-Yang City, saying he wanted to buy all the paper money and incense in the amusement park.

However, upon hearing the news of the purchase limit, Song Jiang bought 1,000 yuan worth of goods and then arranged for someone to buy a whole truckload of them, but Song Yi stopped him.

"Young Master Song, are you sure the old man's comrades will receive the things you bought?"

Song Jiang understood the meaning behind Song Yi's words.

What they bought was useless.

He looked at Song Zhizhi pitifully, "Sister, boss, could you please buy more? I'll pay for it."

“My grandfather’s comrades sacrificed their lives on the battlefield at a young age for the sake of the country. I think our family wants him to have a better life in the afterlife, as a way for us descendants to express our gratitude to them for protecting our country.”

Song Zhizhi thought about it and realized that was indeed the case.

That man lived only a short twenty-odd years, yet he dedicated his life to his country.

Song Zhizhi bought 1,000 yuan worth of goods in her own name and gave them to Song Jiang.

The people around Song Jiang also took out their money to buy some and then gave them to Song Jiang.

Song Jiang then left with his belongings on his back.

The calf pouted, "He's an idiot."

“What do you mean, ‘idiot’? He’s a good kid,” Song Zhizhi emphasized.

"That's not what Lord Xiao Niu meant. He meant that burning more of these things for that person would be limited, and once Lord Song Jiang returns to his position, he can do much more than that."

Di Ting explained.

Song Zhizhi then remembered Song Jiang's identity.

From Song Jiang's current perspective, this is probably all he can do.

He himself was unaware of his own extraordinary background.

We can only do the best we can right now.

After Grandma had absorbed all the incense and paper money, Ye Zao noticed that Grandma's figure had become much more solid, and Grandma also expressed the changes she felt.

Grandma asked Ye Zao about her feelings for her parents.

Ye Zao shook her head indifferently, "I have no expectations of them. Just don't look for me again."

But Grandma could see through Ye Zao's loneliness.

"Don't worry, my dear grandson. If your father doesn't change or reflect on his actions, it's better to just strike him dead with lightning!"

Ye Zao wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't.

When it was time to say goodbye, Grandma told Ye Zao not to come see her again.

She knew that if her grandson came again, he would probably buy a lot of things, and she didn't want to be a burden on him, who didn't have much money to begin with.

Ye took some photos when she left.

I also took a group photo of myself and my grandma.

After leaving Yin Yang City, Ye Zao did not stay at the amusement park. He wanted to post videos and do something to make himself famous.

But as soon as Ye left the amusement park, he received a phone call that was both strange and familiar.

It was Ye Zao's father, whom he hadn't contacted for over ten years.

"Ye Zao, where are you now? You've accomplished nothing after all these years! What use are you now that you're alive!"

He thought his father was calling because he was thinking of him, but he never expected to hear such hurtful words.

Just as Ye Zao was about to hang up the phone, he heard Ye Zhao's scream on the other end.

"Honey, just admit your mistake. What if something really happens?" A woman's voice came from the side. Ye Zao couldn't recognize who it was, but he figured it must be Ye Zhao's current wife.

"Why should I admit my mistake? He's just a good-for-nothing. Does he deserve my support? Besides, he's an adult now. It's his turn to support me!"

"But you said you dreamed about it last night..." The woman didn't finish her sentence.

But Zhao did shudder. "I really don't understand! I'm her own son! For this grandson who's a generation removed, she wants to kill me! Even in death, she won't rest in peace!"

Hearing these words was like a bolt from the blue for Ye Zao, shattering his doubts.

It's Grandma!
Did Grandma go to find Ye Zhao in her dreams?

Threaten him?
Ye knew that her grandmother must have sacrificed a lot; when she saw her today, she was almost in tears.

It turns out it was because of that good-for-nothing.

Despite the constant screams coming from the phone, Ye Zao remained completely unmoved.

He felt nothing but hatred for this man.

But hearing his screams, he didn't seem to feel any pleasure.

So it really is possible to be strangers.

His only relative was his grandmother.

Ye Zao gave a wry smile, hung up the phone, and blocked the contact.

This was the first time he had blocked Ye Zhao.

It seems much easier now.

Ye Zao drove his secondhand minivan, which he had bought for several thousand yuan, away from the amusement park.

He was going to the nearest internet cafe to organize his documents.

Zhao San is a fugitive murderer. When he learned that he could see the dead in Yin Yang City, he chose to come there without hesitation.

Fortunately, there are no checkpoints or scanning devices here.

Zhao San entered Yin Yang City with ease.

Zhao San met his mother.

My mother looked much the same as I remembered, except that she had lost a lot of weight.

The mother hugged Zhao San and asked him how he had been all these years.

Are your wife and children doing well?

Zhao San cried as he told his mother that he was doing well, that his whole family was doing well.

But how could a mother who raised Zhao San not see through his lie? She was somewhat angry and demanded that Zhao San tell the truth.

Otherwise, his mother would not want to see him again.

Zhao San could only tell his mother that he and his wife had divorced, and that the child had stayed with his wife. He didn't know if they were doing well.

The mother remained silent for a while, and finally did not continue the topic.

The mother told Zhao San to be a good person, but not a pushover, and not to do anything illegal.

Zhao San forced a smile and nodded.

Then he lit the incense he had bought.

But why did the incense lit by the people next to them seem to be guided, entering the mouths of their loved ones?

Why did the smoke from the incense he lit dissipate completely?
The mother absorbed none of it.

Zhao San didn't understand why.
The mother watched this scene from the side, seemingly not worried at all.

In her heart, it was enough that her son had this filial piety.

But Zhao San was unwilling. He had finally been able to see his mother, so why couldn't she receive his incense offerings?

Does his mother, who dedicated her entire life to him, not even get to eat after she dies?

Zhao San looked around and saw two people with incense sticks curling up and following a certain trajectory into a fixed place.

Unable to hold back any longer, he finally stepped forward and asked.

Jiang Hai, who was chatting with his family, looked over when he heard Zhao San's words.

I also saw the smoke from the incense spreading out in all directions.

But he'd never seen anything like this before!

"Bro, are you sure you haven't got the wrong person?"

Zhao San's face was very ugly. How could he mistake his own mother? "Impossible."

"Well..." Jiang Hai paused for a moment, "Why don't you go ask the amusement park owner? After all, these are their products, so they should have after-sales service, right?"

Zhao San fell silent.

The amusement park owner's products?
"Did you buy all this incense and paper money at the amusement park?"

"Isn't yours?" Jiang Hai seemed puzzled as to why this person would ask such a tactless question.

Zhao San was a little embarrassed. "I brought it myself."

"Then I suggest you go to the boss and buy one. Everyone buys theirs from the boss." Jiang Hai said with great emotion, realizing that only the boss's stuff was truly useful.

How much power does a boss really have?

Zhao San hurriedly told his mother and then ran towards the outside of Yin Yang City.

When he was buying incense and paper money, he noticed someone staring at him. He asked a staff member and found out that the young girl was the owner!

Song Zhizhi walked over and looked at Zhao San.

Without saying a word, Zhao San felt a sense of oppression.

"Your mother hopes you will be a good person."

A seemingly random sentence threw Zhao San into a panic.

Zhao San hurriedly took the items and returned to the Yin Yang City instance.

Throughout the journey, Zhao San was preoccupied with many thoughts.

The paper money and incense I bought at the amusement park were indeed different from those outside.

They looked no different, but when lit, the disgust that was produced wafted into the mother's mouth and nose along a thread.

Zhao San breathed a sigh of relief.

The only person he owes in this world is his mother.

Seeing that the incense Zhao San had bought was fine, Jiang Hai, who was standing nearby, still had the energy to chat with Zhao San. "This amusement park is really something else! Not only can we see our deceased relatives, but we can also buy things for them and watch them eat them. Just who do you think the owner is?"

Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Zhao San thought of what his boss had said.

His mother hoped he would be a good person, someone who wouldn't break the law or commit crimes.

But he... had no way back.

He has let his mother down.

Jiang Hai received no response from Zhao San, so he wisely left.

The mother, who was absorbing the incense offerings, looked at her son and knew that something was on his mind, and it probably wasn't anything good.

After absorbing the energy, the mother didn't ask any questions. Instead, she led her son around the Yin-Yang City. "Son," she said, "I've only been in this city for a short time myself. After I died, I lived in a daze for a long time, so long that I didn't even know where I was or what I was doing. If it weren't for this city, I probably would never have had the chance to see you again. I only hope that you can live with a clear conscience. You are my only concern in this world."

Zhao San suddenly burst into tears.

When he finally stopped, he looked at his mother and said, "Mom, I'm so sorry!"

Zhao San didn't say what it was about, but his mother seemed to have guessed.

Looking into his mother's eyes, Zhao San seemed to have made up his mind: "I will be a person with a clear conscience."

Of course, there's a second part to that sentence: "Perhaps your son will be able to come and join you soon."

He didn't tell his mother these words.

After parting ways with his mother, Zhao San left Yin Yang City to find Song Zhizhi. He knew that this young boss must know his identity and what he had done.

Didn't you call the police?

Zhao San looked at Song Zhizhi in surprise. Song Zhizhi pointed to the people Xiao Chen brought and said, "Go by yourself. There are police officers over there."

Zhao San suddenly laughed, "Thank you for letting me see my mother. And thank you for giving me the opportunity to turn myself in."

Zhao San was taken away quickly.

Meanwhile, inside Yin-Yang City, the mother seemed to have a premonition and looked in the direction her son had left.

On the third day after Yin-Yang City opened, the amusement park's revenue exceeded one million.

More and more people are coming to the amusement park, and more and more people are spontaneously joining the promotional efforts.

As Song Zhizhi watched everything proceed smoothly at the amusement park, she felt even more grateful for the person the system had given her, Song Yi.

If it weren't for Song Yi, she probably would have been in a lot of trouble and created even more problems.

By this time, Ye had already organized the information and prepared the video, which he then posted on the most popular short video platform in China.

He made several versions.

[Unveiling the Scams You Think You're in the Virtual Amusement Park]

Evidence for the Existence of Yin-Yang City

Do you still miss those who have passed away?

You'll regret missing the seven days in Yin-Yang City for the rest of your life.

I have to say Ye Zao's efficiency is really high!
Because of the popularity of Yin-Yang City, these videos quickly went viral!

Ye Zao was looking at the video data when the steamed bun he was holding, dipped in chili, fell to the ground without him noticing.

I felt a mix of excitement and confusion.

Is he really about to become famous?
Will he really become famous?

Could it be just a flash in the pan?

Ye Zao began to watch the videos she had made, one by one.

I started replying to everyone's comments, whether they were positive or negative.

[Zhang Ya and her son? Isn't that the mother who committed suicide three years ago after avenging her son? Really?! Blogger, this isn't photoshopped, is it?! Otherwise, you'll be condemned by everyone!]

Many people who were unaware of this incident went to search for Zhang Ya after seeing numerous comments from netizens.

After the truth was revealed, Zhang Ya's case became a hot topic once again!