That was just the first thought that had crossed the Fatty's mind. Following the sound, he saw that the thumping was coming from near the entrance, but there was no one outside.
"Thump."
"Thump."
The muffled thuds echoed through the silent night. The Fatty kept his eyes fixed on the entrance and slipped one hand inside his clothes, where he had hidden the mirror Li Bai had given him.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed. He noticed that the entrance stood wide open, yet the left door panel was trembling nonstop. It was far away, so an ordinary person would have had trouble noticing, but he could see it.
The wind around them wasn't strong enough to move it. More importantly... the door panel on the right, beside it, wasn't moving at all.
It was as if something kept slamming into it.
Without hesitating any longer, the Fatty took out the mirror and removed the cloth wrapped around it. The first thing he felt was its chill, as if it had just been unearthed from a tomb buried deep underground.
Suppressing his fear, the Fatty carefully angled the mirror toward the entrance. What appeared in it made his scalp prickle. Several twisted figures stood with their backs to him, their faces almost pressed against the left door panel. Slowly, they kept banging their heads against it.
Each impact came with a muffled "thump."
Even more terrifying, each of them clutched several sheets of white paper in their hands. They were... they were the spirit money that had just blown away!
The spirit money had drawn these ghosts here!
It was impossible to say he didn't regret it, but it was too late for regrets now. The Fatty held his breath, not daring to make a sound. He had once heard the doctor