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That was a disaster beyond description.
Every person, no, every ghost couldn't escape.
When the pink smoke drifted across the entire sky, all the ghosts instinctively looked up. That was the direction of the Ghost King Palace, the sacred site in their hearts.
But why had the chimney of the sacred site exploded?
They watched the black smoke in the sky and the gradually falling pink smoke, momentarily confused. After all, Ghost Town was usually so stable that their stable lives had made them somewhat numb, almost losing the vigilance characteristic of ghosts.
Then...
It was breathing it in.
Breathing it in like a storm.
"Oh, it's fragrant."
A ghost inadvertently inhaled some of the pink gas and immediately felt spirited, "Eh, can I, a ghost, actually smell?"
Normally, ghosts weren't supposed to have a sense of smell and taste; they could only enjoy the scent of incense. But for some reason, this pink smell was extraordinarily nice, even...
There was an enticing scent.
