In a few days, Sanniang became haggard, and her clothes were not meticulously dressed. Her scalp was a bit messy and her eyes were not bright. She sat on a stone at the door, holding a pile of paper money in her left hand and throwing it into the fire pot like a zombie in her right hand.

a large basin of black paper ash has been piled up in the fire basin. A flame licks it and turns the paper money into a ball of fire. The fireball rises smoothly from the fire basin, makes several turns in the mid air, and finally floats to the distance.

I sighed...