Someone died while burning the fragrance for their daughter.

The clan chief, however, didn't let go of the three incense sticks in his hands.

After knocking his head against the ancestral grave, he lit three incense sticks again.

As he was about to leave, I clicked my tongue twice.

It was just one person who died.

The clan chief didn't like my behavior. He grabbed my hair and pressed the other half of my face onto the hot tripod.

Now, the other half of my face was also ruined.

"Behave yourself and make incense properly! Otherwise, you'll regret it, you wretched creature!"

After warning me, the clan chief was afraid that I wouldn't listen, so he let my father continue to burn me with a red-hot branding iron.

Meanwhile, he went to find the wife of the He family, intending to compensate her with those three incense sticks.

I don't know how long the clan chief was gone, but I knew that after being burned ten times, he returned with the wife of the He family.

He asked the wife to burn six incense sticks, saying that by doing so, I could bless her deceased husband to come back alive.

The wife of the He family believed it and kept kowtowing to me:

"Bless, bless, let my husband come back! As long as my husband returns, I'll come here to burn incense every day!"

Seeing the devout look of the wife of the He family, I thought, let her have everything she wants.

That night, the deceased husband of the wife of the He family came back.

Thus, the fragrance for daughters gained another miraculous use.

By burning six incense sticks, it could bring the dead back to life.

The widows in the village were all tempted and pestered the clan chief for my fragrance for daughters.

If they wanted it, I would give it to them.

More and more people in the village were resurrected.

Even my mother had ideas.

She took the opportunity at night and fiercely beat me with the fire tongs, making me cry more.

To make the best fragrance for her.

She wanted to burn thirteen incense sticks at once.

"Ancestors, bless my wish, let the first dead man come back to life!" My mother muttered as she knocked her head.

However, I couldn't fulfill this wish.

That man wasn't dead, so how could he be resurrected?

Seeing me shaking my head, my mother thought I didn't sincerely want her to have a good life and went mad, beating me even harder.

This time, there was no good flesh left on my back.

My mother was exhausted and stopped to rest at home.

...

Deep into the night, I suddenly heard footsteps by my ear.

In the quiet night, I saw a small, thin figure.

I hadn't seen the child for a long time.

When she approached, I was somewhat surprised:

"Cui Cui?"