Moreover, not everyone in Wrongful Death City knew how much wealth and food they still owed in their provisions ledger like Di Yao did. And even if they knew, not everyone was willing to let go of their former lives or loved ones and rush to reincarnation.
Many in Wrongful Death City lived aimlessly, doing as they pleased. Some even enjoyed life here and didn't want to reincarnate.
So someone like Di Yao, who was so enthusiastic about earning money and working every day, was truly a rare and unique sight.
Di Yao's thick, long eyelashes fluttered like a fan. "If they don't value money... what do the people here value?"
Wei Xunzhou glanced at the land behind him, perhaps teasing her: "Probably... drinkable water."
For some clean water, greedy Xiang Yun had openly fallen out with Di Yao. That showed that eating and drinking were the most important things here, didn't it?
After helping Wei Xunzhou rehang the fallen lanterns, Di Yao took Xibian and left.
At Meng Po's stall, business was neither busy nor idle. Whether or not someone crossed the bridge, someone always needed to be there, which was a test of patience.
Meng Po had worked here for centuries, repeating the same life every day. Though she always smiled and was kind when serving soup to ghosts, she hadn't felt much joy in her heart for a long time.
With Di Yao around these days, she felt both physically and mentally lighter.
Today, Di Yao was as lively as ever, but Meng Po sensed something different about her mood.
"What good thing happened? You're smiling so happily?" In a free moment, Meng Po petted Xibian's head and asked Di Yao with a smile.
Di Yao's eyes curved. She chuckled at Meng Po and touched her own face: "Granny, is it that obvious?"
Meng Po raised an eyebrow and said indulgently, "What do you think?"
Since Meng Po was curious, Di Yao didn't hold back and told her everything about how Wei Xunzhou had saved her last night and prepared the lanterns.
When Meng Po finished listening, her smile froze for a moment, but she didn't want to dampen Di Yao's enthusiasm to share, so she said nothing.
She still remembered her first meeting with Di Yao, when Di Yao was wearing a bright wedding dress. Though she could laugh and talk, Meng Po could see the worry on her face.
Setting aside her centuries of duty, in just one year alone, the number of women who came to the Underworld because they had been betrayed by their husbands was by no means small. And Di Yao's state at the time was just like the others.
Originally, Meng Po thought it wasn't a bad thing that Di Yao had drunk the Meng Po Soup and forgotten everything—until she heard that her husband had also come here.
She knew the rules of Wrongful Death City: if two people were buried together in the mortal world, they had to live together in Wrongful Death City. And a mere weak ghost couldn't cause much trouble in the Underworld. So Meng Po wasn't overly worried.
Moreover, the previous times Di Yao mentioned Wei Xunzhou, she hadn't said much; more often, she complained that he always opposed her ideas. It seemed that though their relationship was ordinary, Di Yao wasn't sad about it.
But now, Di Yao was actually praising him... Meng Po was afraid she might repeat the same mistakes.
"From what you say, is your husband no longer opposing your plans?"
"Probably not opposing anymore."
"Has he helped you till the land because he didn't want you to overwork?"
"..."
"When you carry a big bucket of water home from Fengdu City, does he come to meet you?"
"..."
"It's dark and the road is long. Has he ever worried about you encountering danger on the way?"