"Manager... Manager, come quick!"
Alexander burst through the back door with a look of excitement, as if he had just picked up five million ghost coins.
"This guy, he's back! He didn't die?"
"Could it be that those bullies who came to cause trouble have already left?"
Charles saw Alexander running in excitedly, and was puzzled. Suddenly, his eyes focused and fixed on the fragrant treasure candle in Alexander's hand.
What a treasure!
He was fortunate enough to have seen other ghosts use it.
It was absolutely a great treasure, far better than cigarettes. One puff would even make a fierce ghost's power surge.
As if noticing his gaze, Alexander looked down at the treasure candle in his hand.
His eyebrows came together slightly, eyelids lifted a bit, pupils dilated slightly, and his body gave a small shudder.
The hand holding the treasure candle quickly moved behind him, then he stowed the candle away.
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