Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286 Can’t Live, Let alone Die

Susie shook her head.

“Master said that my mother is lucky, and she should have a super good baby.”

They were very puzzled to hear Martin here.

Michael, who had a lot of questions, asked again: “No, how can ghosts become ghosts again?”

Susie looked at Michael: “Is this a conflict?”

If you have done all the bad things in your life, you will go to the hell realm, and you will be tortured in hell until your soul is gone.

Is it hard to understand?

Susie looked at Michael suspiciously.

Michael was speechless.

Forget it, these are not what he can figure out.

“Here we are.” Kellen looked at his watch: “I’ll pick up Susie later.”

Martin nodded and got out of the car first.

Susie hugged Kellen’s neck and kissed him loudly: “Goodbye, Dad!”

Kellen rubbed her little head: “Well, be careful.”

Susie nodded: “Yeah.”

After finishing the words, she jumped out of the car with her pet bag in

her arms.

Kellen was speechless.

Martin raised his hand to catch Susie who jumped down, and said helplessly, “Be careful.”

Susie quickly ran to the front car to find Wade and the others, and said, “Don’t worry, uncle, I won’t fall!”

As soon as the words fell, the person fell down with a snap and rolled around in a circle.

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat, but Susie got up again, patted her butt and ran away.

Alex flapped his wings: “It fell !”

Susie reached into the pet bag anxiously and covered Alex’s mouth.

Everyone couldn’t help laughing.

Lucy stood in front of Aoyama Cemetery, looking up and struggling to read those words.

Hamza couldn’t take it anymore and corrected her.

Lucy waved her hand: “Oh, it doesn’t matter, they all mean the same thing.”

As a small liberal arts bachelor, he naturally couldn’t tolerate such low- level mistakes. He was about to tell Lucy, but Lucy ran away.

Seeing Susie running over, Lucy went to hold her: “Susie, why did you get here? Your father drove too slowly! Unlike my father, my father dared to run a red light.”

Susie was stunned: “Huh? It’s wrong to run a red light!”

David was carrying something, and said in a muffled voice, “Careless.”

I was a little lost in thought about Clara, and ran a red light without noticing.

Susie put on a serious face, and educated people like Craig: “Don’t do it again!”

David nods.

The cemetery is very large, and today many people come to send flowers and burn paper money to the deceased relatives.

At the same time, today is also the best day for the cemetery’s business. There is a big arrow not far from the cemetery, which says: [Sales Department]

She was surprised: “So expensive?”

560,000…one square meter??

Salesperson: “It’s really not expensive! We also give away tombstones, cremation and urns. You will be very relieved when the time comes, just send them directly.”

She stood up, shook her head and said, “Let’s talk about it.”

The salesman was disappointed immediately, and changed his words: “Then you can also ask for a 0.4 flat one, this one is only 250,000.”

Her attitude was less positive.

Just as the customer was about to speak, a man with a sales manager on his badge came out and smiled slightly: “If you like it, hurry up and make an appointment. After today, we may not be doing activities anymore.”

He handed over a notebook, on which was a luxurious family tomb: “Look, the Murray family, the richest man, has set up family tombs here, which proves that our environment here can stand the test. You can live here, the younger generation The children will not be too bad.”

“I heard that you designated the cemetery for your father, just like our fathers. They won’t say what they want, but if they can come here, they will be very pleased.”

After a set of rhetoric, she hesitated again.

But it’s really expensive… 560,000 square meters, it’s really… It’s already very difficult for people to live, and it turns out that they can’t live, let alone die…

The salesperson pouted secretly, looking at Zoey and the silent man behind her.

Although he didn’t speak, his eyes seemed to say: poor ghosts should not come here to buy.

A twenty-five or six-year-old man next to Zoey felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and urged: “Sister, why don’t you just settle it! One

square meter is more generous, don’t you want to make Dad live better after he passes away?”

Zoey glanced at him: “There’s not enough money, why don’t you add sixty thousand.”

Zoey’s brother opened his mouth and muttered, “I don’t have any

money…”

After finishing speaking, he glanced at his sister dissatisfiedly, thinking that his sister made him humiliate in public on purpose.