Night had completely fallen.
The surroundings were pitch-black.
The nearby avalanche had also ended, and this ancient mountain range had returned to its usual calm.
Yet faintly, the chuunibyou cursing could still be heard from time to time.
It did not finally stop until nearly midnight.
After a while, Shen Boxia said uncertainly, "I think he's stopped cursing."
Jiang Qiao could not help shaking his head.
Where had this hyperactive kid even come from?
He had far too much energy.
"With energy like that, I suggest he get a job sorting packages at a courier company. He'd definitely make a decent amount of money."
"What's a package sorter?"
Shen Boxia asked in confusion.
"A job where you get paid and work out at the same time. It can even cure your mental exhaustion."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
But as he smiled, the expression on his face gradually faded.
He noticed that on the opposite mountaintop, where an avalanche had occurred not long ago, strange spots of dim green light had appeared amid the collapsed snow.
"Ghost fire."
Shen Boxia saw it too and immediately became alert.
The dim green ghost fires were scattered like fireflies. But they quickly grew larger, bathing the snowy ground in an eerie Ghost Qi and a sheet of green light.
As the ghost fires illuminated the area, hazy outlines of several houses appeared upon the snow.
The houses looked weightless.
They had no sense of solidity whatsoever.
"Paper houses," Jiang Qiao said softly.
The moment he spoke, a gust of wind swept past.
Rough Paper Money suddenly began drifting down from the sky.
Some were yellow.
Some were white.
Unlike the perforated funeral money commonly seen at burials and ancestral rites, these palm-sized paper notes were round on the outside and square in the middle, imitating