After seeing off that young punk ghost named Xiong Jun, I returned to my seat.
I looked at Big Yellow Rooster by my feet and was shocked to find it listless, looking as though it had come down with chicken plague.
"Brother Chicken, Brother Chicken..."
I stroked its head and called out several times, but it was useless.
Feeding it and giving it water did nothing either.
Seeing this, I looked at the red thread connecting me to it.
"Could it be that whenever a customer visits, some of its vitality is consumed?"
When the young punk ghost did not come, Big Yellow Rooster was fine.
After the young punk ghost came, Big Yellow Rooster became listless. There had to be a reason for this.
I took a deep breath and continued sitting in the shop.
There was nothing I could do now. I wanted to watch some short videos on my phone, but after the lantern was hung up, there was no signal.
All I could do was watch the shop and read...
The stack of spirit money the young punk ghost had given me earlier had also turned into a pile of paper ash on the counter.
I gathered it up and wrapped it in yellow cloth.
Even though it was just ashes from spirit money, it was still no good for the living.
I could not throw it away carelessly for the time being. It needed to be stored for at least a day before being scattered in the sunlight.
But other than that young punk ghost who came to buy a fishing rod, no second customer appeared that night.
It was not until five in the morning, when I could take down the lantern and close the shop, that I looked down at Big Yellow Rooster