Thinking about today's gambling session, Mrs. Qu couldn't help but seethe with anger.
In a fit of rage, she knocked over the altar table, and the brocade box fell to the floor.
Out of the scattered brocade box tumbled a ghastly white bone hand.
Mrs. Qu huffed coldly, "If we lose again tomorrow, I'll find a Taoist to grind those bones to dust and scatter your ashes!"
She stormed out in fury, not bothering to pick up the bone hand on the ground. Once the room was empty, the bone hand on the floor suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Mrs. Qu returned to her room, ordering the servants to fill the bathtub with water in an effort to calm down.
If it had been her family's old wealth, losing a million tonight wouldn't have mattered. But now, the Qu family's entire fortune was being squandered by her husband, who was still out living it up.
He was now so stingy that he begrudged even giving her living expenses every month.
