Why the hell would Zhihao want to know how many rabbits the man cooked?
Why would he want to know how the ghost's wife beat him with a toilet brush?
And someone actually cuts off your head because they didn't have eyes so they mistook you for a pig?!
It was all useless information, but it was really juicy information. Although Zhihao wasn't too keen to hear it, every time a ghost spoke up, Zhihao's ears would raise up on their own.
Alvi was judging him so hard while Zhihao was judging the ghosts.
A few more minutes of walking and the crowd had tripled in size. Such a huge crowd heading somewhere together was bound to be as noisy as ever and Zhihao had listened to everything they had said. Sometimes he would even end up laughing at what these ghosts were saying.
