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"": Luo Bin spent a long time "reading bones."
The Day Patrol watched for just as long.
A quarter of an hour before noon, Luo Bin opened his eyes.
The crowds on the street had thinned somewhat.
Exceptionally intense sunlight shone from behind his building, falling directly on a closed shop door opposite.
Luo Bin stood up, went upstairs to the table, and lit incense and candles.
Within a quarter of an hour, the chair began rocking, and the old woman appeared.
She greedily inhaled the fragrance as her chair slowly shifted toward the table.
Beneath the bed, the old man with sores covering half his body materialized. He crawled to the table and gulped down the incense smoke.
They looked exactly like starving ghosts.
"You must not appear at night."
"At noon, I'll light incense and candles for you and let you eat your fill," Luo Bin said calmly.
At the hour of Great Yin, yang reached its peak and turned into yin. The yin energy was even stronger than at midnight.
In the blink of an eye, a third of the incense and candles had burned away.
The two old ghosts showed no reaction to Luo Bin's words. The old woman stretched her neck, unable to leave the reclining chair, until her face nearly touched the table. The old man pushed himself higher, resting his chin against the tabletop. Both gulped down the incense smoke.
Luo Bin shook his head and sighed inwardly.
People ate grains; ghosts fed on offerings of incense.
According to what Zhang Hang had said earlier, this elderly couple had died of illness one after the other, with nobody caring for them.
Apart from their funerals, they had probably never received incense offerings from their descendants again. And by lingering