Tonight's meal had chicken, fish, meat, and vegetables, along with two bottles of fine liquor, so Cui Jiuyang and Master Tiger made up for all the celebrating they had not had time for.
The two drank and chatted late into the night.
Then they heard footsteps in the corridor.
Having decided that they would solve the inn's problem after accepting this meal on the house, they had not even shut the door. They were waiting for that big white face to appear.
Sure enough, the footsteps drew closer, and a pale fat man passed their doorway.
The pale fat man was round all over and dripping wet, as though he had just been hauled out of the water.
His skin was deathly pale. As he passed their doorway and the lamplight fell on him, his whole body seemed translucent.
Noticing the light, he turned to look at Cui Jiuyang and Master Tiger eating and drinking. His two black eyes stared fixedly at them, and his large, round face had not a trace of color. It was pure white, like paper!
Cui Jiuyang turned and grinned. "Don't just stand there watching, brother. Come in and have a bite?"
That remark left the big white face stunned.
Why aren't these two afraid of me?!
Bad eyesight? Can't they tell I'm a ghost?
This big white face was actually just an ordinary wandering ghost.
Where had he come from? There used to be a Changfu Inn across from the Fulai Inn, and the two inns had competed for business.
Both sides had used every means at their disposal for over three years. In the end, the Fulai Inn won, and the Changfu Inn gradually lost its customers.
Watching business decline by the day, the narrow-minded owner of the Changfu Inn could not get