As he spoke, the middle-aged male ghost helped the child ghost up and had him inhale the incense.
At first, the child ghost did not dare. His face was full of fear.
I spoke to him.
"Go on, inhale it! It's a gift from your big brother."
As I spoke, I lit another stick of incense.
Only then did the child ghost dare to take a breath.
After that breath of incense, his slightly yellowed skin instantly turned deathly pale, and he no longer looked so gaunt.
The middle-aged male ghost spoke from the side.
"My name is Luo Song, and my son is Luo Liang. He was three years old when he died..."
The middle-aged male ghost gave a detailed account of his son's circumstances, including his birth date and time, as well as their home address.
They were locals from Mountain City, and he provided many details.
The ghost named Luo Song smiled as he spoke.
"Ah! I've been drifting around for years, enduring the wind and rain every day. Having a grave would be so much more comfortable."
I did not answer or show any expression.
I merely said flatly.
"Remember, if you want a grave, come back in eight days. Don't beat or scold your son, or there'll be a discount."
"No problem, boss! No problem, boss!"
With that, the middle-aged ghost named Luo Song scooped up the child ghost.
"Son, let's go. My precious son, I love you to death. You really are somewhat useful!"
After saying that, he even bowed to me before leaving the shop.
Judging from his motives and what he wanted, he was just an ordinary ghost.
He wanted to exchange something here for a burial plot...
Unfortunately, my shop was a "fishing shop" in sheep's clothing, meant to lure in