"The business is getting harder and harder."
Zhou Xiang took his phone, entered the house, and casually shut the door behind him. He complained, "I heard ghosts are causing trouble everywhere outside. If this keeps up, I'll become a ghost first—a penniless ghost!"
With fewer people on the streets, the food and beverage industry had taken the most direct hit.
"I wonder when things will get better."
After grumbling a few times,
he realized that his wife, who had been lying on the sofa just moments ago, was nowhere to be seen.
He did not pay much attention.
"Wife?"
He lazily wandered into the bedroom.
No one was there.
"Huh? Where did she go? Honey?" Zhou Xiang wandered around, searching the master bedroom, the second bedroom, the study, and then the bathroom, but he could not find his wife anywhere.
"Late at night, too."
"Where did she go?"
He was somewhat puzzled.
Although it was only a little after nine, things were different from a few days ago. Everyone stayed at home whenever they had nothing to do. His wife was timid and had returned home early, so how could she have gone out?
"What the hell."
Zhou Xiang grew irritated and took out his phone to call his wife.
But at that moment,
a friend sent him a message.
"Old Zhou, are you home yet? If you aren't, don't come back."
"What happened?"
Zhou Xiang sent back a puzzled reply.
"Something happened in your residential complex. There's a ghost causing trouble. I just saw a lot of police cars heading over there. If you aren't home, don't go back. Tell your sister-in-law to lock the door tight and not go outside."
His friend replied.
Seeing those words, Zhou Xiang's heart lurched.
"What happened?"
"How did ghosts get involved?"
"What