The male ghost selling his ghost son had arrived.
I lowered my voice and said to Master, Uncle Yu, and Aunt Tang at the table:
"This is the guy who wants to sell his son to repay his yin lifespan. He's no good!"
After hearing this, Master and the others nodded repeatedly.
At the same time, the male ghost dragged his son into the room.
As soon as he entered, he looked over at us. Seeing several people seated inside, he froze for a moment.
But then he looked at me by the table and cautiously said:
"Shopkeeper, I came at the time you told me. Can you take my son's yin lifespan today?"
After the male ghost spoke, the little ghost whose arm he was gripping kept shaking his head and begging:
"Dad, don't sell me. Dad, don't sell Liangliang. Liangliang will behave, Liangliang will behave..."
As he spoke, the child ghost directly dropped to his knees before the middle-aged male ghost.
Yet the middle-aged male ghost did not care. Though he looked timid before us, his face was filled with rage when he looked at the little ghost.
He grabbed the little ghost by the arm and flung him over.
"Get over there! You little bastard! If you hadn't made such a fuss about going to school, would I have been hit by a car and died? I'd still be losing out even if I sold you!"
As he spoke, the child ghost who had been thrown over began sobbing.
I stood and walked over to the child ghost, helping him to his feet.
But the child ghost was terrified of me.
"Don't buy me, don't buy me... Sob..."
"Damn it! The shopkeeper is buying you and you're still crying? Shut the hell up, or I'll beat you