The bell at the Fortune Pavilion was still ringing non-stop.
The ghouls of the Baili family on the second floor were bored. Many of them were sitting at the door, watching the passers-by.
Shopkeeper Chang had already tried his best to calm down his uneasy heart. There was an unchanging smile on his face. Obviously, he had already gotten used to it.
He even spent some money to buy some offerings and food, as if he was afraid that the ghouls in the Fortune Pavilion would starve.
As soon as Xie Qiao arrived, the ghouls dispersed.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. These men who are full of Yang energy are here again. It's too intense. Our souls are weak, so we won't accompany you." A few weak ghouls said kindly to Xie Qiao, then they went upstairs and hid in the bottles.
Xie Qiao went upstairs quickly.
She sat on a chair and took a breath.
