The Haunted House

Treasure

Before Old Chen could speak, Li Bai cut in, "He's human. I'm a ghost!"

An eye for an eye, a taste of their own medicine. Clearly, he just couldn't resist stirring things up.

"You..."

Village Chief Zhang opened his mouth, then could only manage a bitter smile.

These two were unbelievably bold. They'd actually turned the tables on them.

So who was pretending to be a ghost now?

If the other party hadn't been flying the banner of the Anti-Feudal Superstition Association, he might actually have believed them.

Li Bai and Old Chen fell silent, waiting to see how the people of Tiantian Village would react.

The old Village Chief Zhang knew the other party could stay silent, but he couldn't keep pretending to be deaf and dumb. In the end, he said helplessly, "Let's find somewhere to talk!"

Then he called to a few old friends, "Put away the gear. That's a wrap!"

Now that they were face-to-face, there was no point in keeping up the act.

The one with glowing eyes had actually been wearing an Iron Man mask. Once it was removed, it revealed a wrinkled old face, not much younger than the Village Chief's.

"City kids these days are really gutsy."

The stooped old woman shook her head and took off her "ghillie suit."

Only Li Bai could really be called a city kid. As for the little ghost, given his age, he could probably count as an actual ghost.

"But Less is outside! There's a table and chairs, so we can have a proper talk."

Old Village Chief Zhang's suggestion suited Old Chen perfectly.

He was wide awake now, so they could talk about Tiantian Village's secrets—what was behind the "haunted house" and all the "ghostly goings-on."

"Please!"

The Village Chief gestured for them