The room was silent for a long time. Yan Kuan looked at Little Treasure and then at his wife. He was so angry that his face turned pale. This devilish child really made people worry.
"It's already like this. It's better to make preparations."
"Preparations? What preparations? He's not a human. If he's a human, we can still use guns. Can we still use guns on this messenger of death?"
"Then? I'll let you prepare some paper money? Burn it for him?"
Yan Kuan really didn't have any ideas. This person was too different from a ghost. Of course, the most important thing was that they really hadn't dealt with ghosts before. What should they do?
"Dad, Uncle Heavenly Soldier said that ghosts are the same as humans. They also need money."
"Then burn paper money to prepare. Burn a whole house of gold bricks for him."
"That's how we'll do it. Stand properly. Who told you to move?"
