Lan Niang also got on the bus, and the 34-seat bus became a 24-seat bus. The three members of the Ma family didn't care why there were fewer seats, and just found a seat and sat down.

Ma Lihua glanced at the time; it was a little past one. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Grandpa Deng, how long will it take us to get to Songjiang Village?"

Deng Paopao's lips twitched. Grandpa? He was only 35 when he died! How come you call him grandpa?

"As long as there's enough ghost energy, it'll take half an hour. But I haven't been replenishing my ghost energy lately, so it might take a little longer, maybe an hour and a half!"

"Then why didn't you recharge?" Ma Hehua rolled her eyes at him. Honestly, he made them extend their time by an hour.

Deng Paopao: "……………………"

Recharge? Where am I supposed to get ghost money to recharge? The money he earns from hauling those ghost kings on the bus isn't even enough to cover the heating costs. He even used his own ghost energy to make up for this little bit of ghost energy. Do you think it's easy for him?

"You're not a penniless wretch, are you?" Ma Hehua added insult to injury.

Deng Paopao: "……………………"

"Seeing how pitiful you look, how about this? When we come back, we'll burn some paper money for you as payment for the journey." Ma Hehua looked at her mother, puzzled.

"Mother, why are you burning this for him? You've hardly ever burned any for the other ladies in the family, why are you burning it for him?"

Ma Lihua: "……………………"

Why is her mother so clueless? This way, she'll have her own personal ghost car from now on!

Besides, ghost money isn't worth anything! Last time we went to Eagle Village, didn't her grandma bring back a whole sack of it? We can just burn some of it.

Wang the fortune teller: "……………………"

Do they pluck feathers from a passing goose? They wouldn't even spare the paper money of a dead person; she's truly her good sister.