Not long after, Li Lame spread the news about my sister to all the men in the village.

Soon, more and more men started coming in and out of my sister's room. My mother did nothing all day except stand at the door and count money until her hands were sore.

Unfortunately, before my mother could count enough money, my sister committed suicide.

That day, my mother was happily counting the money in her hands. Little did she know that before she could finish counting, the man who had just entered my sister's room rushed out in a panic.

"Someone... someone's dead!"

My mother looked at the man running away in confusion and said, "Early in the morning, who died? Such bad luck!"

I stood outside the main room and looked into my sister's room from my angle. Through the crack in the door, I could see a pair of feet hanging in mid-air.

"Mom... Mom, it looks like my sister hanged herself!"

Seeing how upset I looked, my mother glared at me irritably and said, "Hanged herself? What do you mean hanged? With her courage, how could she dare... Ah! She really hanged herself!"

She cursed as she walked towards my sister's room. Just as she pushed the door open, she accidentally bumped into my sister's hanging feet.

She was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she collapsed on the ground.

She sat on the ground, catching her breath for a while. After recovering, she suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly got up from the ground.

My mother hurriedly brought a chair and stood on it, trying to get my sister down. Unfortunately, she was short and couldn't lift her.

"Yaozu! Why are you just standing there like a fool? Hurry up and help me save your sister!"

I reluctantly cooperated with her and struggled to get my sister down.

My sister was lying quietly on the bed in a red dress, with a clear strangulation mark on her neck and her face turning blue and purple, looking extremely ugly.

"Go and check if your sister is still alive."

My mother pushed me hard, causing me to fall onto the bed, face to face with my sister. Luckily, I reacted quickly and used my hands to support myself on the bed; otherwise, I would have fallen on top of her.

As I looked at my sister's pale face up close, my breathing slowed down. Without hesitation, I quickly climbed off the bed and moved away from her.

Alive? How could she still be alive? When I just carried her down, her body had already stiffened.

"Sister... she's dead..."

I answered in a low voice, as if talking to myself, but my mother heard it clearly.

"What! Dead! Really dead? This damned girl, she's such an ingrate. I haven't even made a profit yet, and she's already dead! If I had known she would die, I would have let her hang a bit longer! What a waste of my effort!"

My mother's furious shout made my ears ache.