"Hey, Brother Leg, it's me, Awei. Come to the class reunion at six tonight. I've already picked the location—it's at the Heping Hotel. Remember to come early."
A phone call came in.
Yang Jian, who was gathering paper money at Headquarters, received Zhang Wei's call. "Alright, got it. I'll be there at six."
After hanging up, Yang Jian had more or less finished what he was doing.
He looked at the pile of colorful paper money before him and sorted through it. There was neither more nor less—exactly forty yuan.
This was all of Headquarters' remaining stock. Not a single sheet of paper money could be found anymore.
"That old man at the pharmacy said the bank that printed ghost money no longer exists. The more this stuff gets used, the less there will be. If I want more, I can only occasionally come across it in supernatural incidents. So these forty yuan should be the last large sum I can get for now. I may not need it at the moment, but it's better to have it just in case."
Yang Jian organized the paper money and put it away.
He believed this money would definitely be of great use someday. Whether it was Baishui Town or Ghost Street, ghost money was needed there. Even when facing evil ghosts in supernatural incidents, this ghost money could be useful.
After finishing this, he sank into the pooled water beneath his feet and emerged in the swimming pool at home through Ghost Lake.
After returning home, Yang Jian decided to set aside the matters in his hands and attend today's class reunion first.
Before long, after tidying up a few things, he drove out.
He checked the time.
It was already past five in the afternoon.
Leisurely time really did pass