Those with a clear conscience had no reason to fear a ghost knocking at their door, but Director Wei, who ran the General Bureau's research facility, had harmed plenty of people behind closed doors. The Ghost Story Player corpses he had personally dissected were more than he could count on one hand.
That was precisely why Director Wei was panicking now. He kept his eyes glued to the surveillance feeds and hid a gun beneath his white coat.
A few minutes later, the first unfamiliar vehicle roared past the camp entrance without stopping. Director Wei thought it was a trick by the Ghost Story Players, but when car after car passed without stopping, he realized something was wrong.
Flashing points of light converged on a single location from every direction, like stars clustering around the moon.
"Hanhai City Square?"
An enormous black dog flickered in and out of the shadows. All 117 replacement ghost salesclerks had been forced into the Execution House, and Gao Ming had cleared out Hanhai City Shopping Center. He sat on the edge of the terrace, looking down at the empty city square outside.
When the ghost salesclerks emerged after being brutally tortured, they were noticeably more polite. They no longer kept asking Gao Ming how much his heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys cost, nor did they forcefully pitch the rotting human organs in their display cases to him.
"I hate forced sales more than anything. Merchants should put quality first." Toying with a Greater Ghost's head, Gao Ming had effectively become the mall's new owner. "These rotting human organs contain resentment and hatred. They're excellent vessels for storing curses. If you traded properly, there would definitely be Ghost Story Players and researchers who needed them. Humans and ghosts can absolutely coexist to their mutual