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Whoo~!
I don't know if it was a coincidence, or if people really do turn into spirits after they die.
As Wang Chen and Zhang Tong whispered, a sudden cool breeze arose on the originally hot night.
As everyone knows, even the evening winds in the midsummer are mostly warm.
But the breeze brushing against the two's faces was chillingly cold.
It made one involuntarily shrink their neck, as though suddenly transported to a winter's day.
This breeze swept past Wang Chen and Zhang Tong, pausing briefly over the soon to be burnt-out pile of paper money in front of them.
Then, it formed a tiny tornado.
After spinning in place a few times, the tornado abruptly lunged towards the paper ox and the bridge.
In a booming moment, the wind dispersed, and the paper ox and bridge suddenly caught fire.
Within nearly a few breaths' time, the paper ox and bridge had turned to ashes.
