Money Makes the Ghost Go Round

"I was only trying to help you! What did I do wrong?"

"I really am a good person. Please don't kick me out..."

Amid the grader's wails, Gu Mian bound him up and sent him to the second floor.

He hadn't expected to use the rope on the grader before the ghosts had even matured. The man's howling was a little too loud, so Gu Mian hastily shoved the light bulb that had just fallen out of his pocket into his mouth. At last, peace and quiet.

The grader could only make muffled sounds through his tears as Gu Mian callously abandoned him by the second-floor storeroom door.

By the time Gu Mian returned to the first floor, the Fatty had laid out the other sleeping mats. He'd also shut the greenhouse door so tightly that no one outside could see in, and no one inside could see out.

When he saw Gu Mian come down, the Fatty whispered, "Doctor, I made sure to close the door for you, so the ghosts inside wouldn't open their eyes, see you, and get scared off."

The Fatty could already picture all fifty seeds Gu Mian had planted burrowing underground to escape, leaving the greenhouse riddled with holes.

"We can sneak up and press our ears against the door to listen, like this." As he spoke, the Fatty pressed his ear to the greenhouse door, looking furtive. "There'll be a sound when the ghosts mature and hit the ground, right? We should be able to hear it."

"Those seeds grow quickly. They sprouted a moment after we planted them, so it shouldn't take long for them to mature completely." 007 looked at Gu Mian. "Have you figured out why the Evil God sent you to this instance?"

Gu Mian looked up at the