Snowballing Trouble, Bought Off in Advance

White mist filled the Nangong residence—

Nangong Feng leaned against the back door, his expression shifting unpredictably.

The vast [Nangong Haunted House] was clearly all his, yet because of these uninvited Plague Gods, he had instead become a homeless cur about to be driven from his own home.

He gazed at the dim night before checking the time again.

Four minutes remained.

He turned to Greedy Money Eerie. "There's barely any time left. Will they really come?!"

"If there isn't a 'happy event' to counter it, this 'white event' will turn this entire haunted house—and even me, the House Guardian—upside down!"

"If I'm finished, you, Greedy Money Eerie, are finished too!"

Greedy Money Eerie leaned lazily against the threshold, looking listless. "I'm even more anxious than you are. I can't afford any mistakes either—this deal is worth sixty-six copper coins! If it falls through... that'd hurt worse than being chopped to pieces!"

"Relax. I timed it perfectly."

Its fingers tapped against the red-lacquered wooden door as it suddenly spoke. "...Do you hear that?"

"What sound?"

Nangong Feng, who had been watching the Eerie Aura spilling from the [Main Room], turned back to stare at Greedy Money Eerie. His ears twitched, and he did indeed hear something.

It was also the sound of a suona...

But this suona was far more stirring and festive than the one from the White Event Funeral Announcement. Nangong Feng's eyes lit up. "They're here!!"

Greedy Money Eerie perked up as well. "I told you, when it comes to deals involving money, I'll never fail!"

"The happy event is here!"

"Under the circumstances, a little tip isn't too much to ask for, right?"

Facing Greedy Money Eerie's ingratiating grin, Nangong Feng frowned. "I don't have any money on me right now!"

"You do. I can smell