"May I boldly ask where you are headed?" Mu Rufeng inquired.
"Horror Hospital," the charring ghost responded.
"Is it for treatment?"
Upon hearing this, the charring ghost shook its head, "The cost to completely heal my wounds is quite substantial; I've recently faced an investment failure and accrued some external debt. Even taking this ride is on credit; I really can't spare any extra money."
The charring ghost had been a firefighter in life, and even in death, it seemed that a conviction lingered in its heart, miraculously allowing it to retain some of its rationality.
It was prepared to either ask the attendants for credit or borrow from those abnormal entities, getting new players to switch seats.
And what Mu Rufeng did truly resolved a headache-inducing problem for him.
"Investment failure? How much are the debts and treatment costs combined?" Mu Rufeng asked.
The charring ghost didn't want to reply; after all, the figure was staggeringly high.