Sun Wutian tossed paper money into the fire as he spoke:
"Now you don't have a single one of your throwing knives left. I gave them all to him! Are you satisfied now? You dead ghost!... Wait, fuck, I'm not your wife! When I call you a dead ghost, I mean it literally—you're a dead ghost, that's all. Don't misunderstand and crawl into my bed at night... Fuck!"
Sun Wutian's face twisted. "What the hell am I even saying? I really am screwed..."
He kept muttering as he began burning handful after handful of paper money.
Before long, the fire grew larger and larger, its blazing flames surging into the sky.
The paper money Sun Wutian had brought could practically have been piled into a mountain. The firelight reddened his old face as he danced and laughed uproariously outside the flames. "Didn't expect there to be this much money, did you? Hahaha... Don't spend it all—save some! If I go down there later and run out of money, I'll come borrow some from you! At least leave me a little!"
At last, the final several hundred bundles of paper money were scattered into the fire.
The Old Devil laughed wildly as he watched the flames soar into the heavens. He lay on the branch of a large tree opposite, his head tilted back as he drank.
"Damn... It's rare for us to have a drink together. I'm going to sleep for a while. If you have a spirit, come to me in a dream. We can talk, too. If you want to fight, I'll fight you again."
The Old Devil fell asleep.
The fire continued to burn. Without Sun Wutian's spiritual energy controlling it, it began to spread outward, setting the weeds alight. Carried by the wind, it burned its