The moment I finished saying, "Hello," the male ghost in the Zhongshan suit and hat continued:
"Mr. Cat, my brothers and I have drifted for a hundred years.
Now that our yin lifespans are running out, we ask Mr. Cat to sell us some yin lifespan and extend our lives.
May I ask how your shop sells yin lifespan?"
He looked very refined and spoke politely.
But I figured that might just be appearances.
After that fishing guy bumped into him earlier, the ghosts beside him had wanted to bite the man to death.
So I remained wary of them.
But hearing him ask how I sold yin lifespan left me a little uneasy.
There was no way my shop could actually sell yin lifespan. I had only opened it to "fish," to lure the Liar here to trade lives and lifespans.
But I couldn't say that outright, so I answered:
"I'm sorry, sir. Our shopkeeper has been away on business these past few days, and I'm only here to watch the store.
If you want some, I can make a record for you. Once our shopkeeper returns in seven days, we can discuss the sale.
To apologize, you may choose any three pieces of fishing gear from the shop.
Of course, I also have incense, candles, joss paper, and offerings here..."
I was very polite and didn't say I wouldn't sell. I simply pushed everything onto the "shopkeeper" and kept myself out of it.
If they wanted to buy, they could come back in seven days.
By then, Master would be back, and he could handle it however he wanted.
But the moment I finished speaking, the male ghost in the hat furrowed his brow.
The sturdier middle-aged ghost beside him darkened his expression and spoke to me rudely: