Chapter 85 Being watched by so many ghosts was actually quite stressful for He Zhao. But He Zhao's face...
Being watched by so many ghosts was actually quite stressful for He Zhao. But He Zhao was thick-skinned; except in front of Qiao Yanyu, her skin was as thick as a city wall. Even when the customers stood still and were immediately surrounded when He Zhao pushed the food cart onto the sidewalk, she remained calm and composed.
"Make way, everyone. You're blocking the road. How am I supposed to set up my stall?"
Following He Zhao's words, even though the guests were unwilling, they still made way for him.
He Zhao set up his stall, and Wang Yu also found a chance to escape from the crowd of customers and ran to the back of the stall. The Mud Ghost and the Stitching Thread Water Ghost were the noisiest, and the two ghosts sang in unison, "Do you know how long we've been waiting for you? Why are you so late? Don't you know how many days it's been since you last came? Do you know how anxious we've been waiting?"
As the conversation turned emotional, the sutured water ghost started "crying" again, complaining in a tearful voice, "You have no idea what I've been through lately? The day I was taken to the Countermeasures Bureau, I was interrogated for a long time. Others are one thing, they didn't do anything to offend the Countermeasures Bureau, but I'm different! You know, I did bad things!"
"Waaah, how could I not be scared in this situation, sitting in the interrogation room? Just say a few more words and I'll confess!" She cried for a moment, then suddenly her expression turned righteous and indignant: "But I didn't betray you or your employees! I took all the blame myself. I said I did it all myself and it had nothing to do with you! I'm a very loyal person!"
As she spoke of this, He Zhao looked up at the sutured water ghost, and in that brief glance, she saw something else.
The difference between ghosts is greater than the difference between humans and ghosts. While the water ghost was crying and the mud ghost was making a fuss, the old woman and the tall man had already started to help He Zhao. They couldn't do much, so they took out the plastic stools that the guests were sitting on and placed them opposite He Zhao. After putting them down, they sat down themselves.
He Zhao's stall was really small, with only three seats available. Two seats had already been taken, but some clever customers followed suit, and soon all three seats were filled with ghosts. Meanwhile, the stitched-up water ghost was still clinging to He Zhao, wailing and complaining.
There was this ghostly voice talking in a low voice, which annoyed He Zhao. Just then, he heard the topic of "loyalty" and so on. He Zhao immediately sneered: "You still have to talk. I handled it perfectly back then. The Countermeasures Bureau didn't even know. But you betrayed us like this. We haven't even settled the score with you yet!"
"That's right!" Wang Yu chimed in, hiding next to He Zhao. "Besides, I did help out, but you didn't even try to cover for me! My case is already out in the open! The bureau chief caught me and gave me a good scolding! If it weren't for you, would I have gotten scolded?!"
Wang Yu's self-righteous demeanor also surprised He Zhao.
He Zhao wasn't stupid. Ever since Qiao Yanyu accepted the mission, he had a vague idea that their bad deeds weren't completely airtight, but rather that someone was cleaning up their mess. And that person was none other than Qiao Yanyu.
But Wang Yu really felt that his crime was perfect.
The director is truly impressed that the Paranormal Investigation Bureau has such employees.
However, their bickering saved He Zhao some trouble. He Zhao took out the rice cooker and bowl, and tapped the rim of the bowl with the rice scoop. The allure of white rice to ghosts is undeniable; even though it was still in the rice cooker, it was enough to attract a ghost's attention.
Right now, even the sutured water ghost is too lazy to argue with Wang Yu.
Once all the guests' eyes were on him, He Zhao cleared his throat and said, "The continuous feast I promised you..."
Most ghosts are somewhat clueless, or to put it bluntly, a bit slow-witted. So a few of them, after He Zhao had just spoken, couldn't help but repeat, "A continuous feast!"
He Zhao paused for a moment, then continued, "Of course I remember. I've also discussed it with Sister Qiao. I'll get ready for you to come and eat tomorrow. The time will be the same as usual, which is 10 a.m. sharp. But I won't stay until dawn the next day. I'll leave whenever we finish eating."
"It is indeed a continuous feast, and we're making sure you eat as much as you can. But I'm not some big boss, and I can't possibly feed you all to your heart's content. So, it's a fixed amount, and that's all. Once you've eaten, there won't be any more. But don't worry, I'm definitely not stingy, and I won't just serve you one pot to get by!"
"Wow wow wow!"
That silly brat is providing background music for He Zhao again, but some ghosts aren't so easily fooled. These ghosts who followed him joined the final battle, and although they tried their best to protect themselves, they were all injured to varying degrees. Take the tall guy for example; he lost an ear, and it hasn't recovered yet.
Especially the Mud Demon, who lost its beloved trident in this battle.
This trident was no ordinary ornament to the Mud Demon. After acquiring it, it nourished it with its own yin energy, eventually merging the trident into itself. Now that the trident is damaged, the Mud Demon has suffered a devastating loss.
So it pouted, clearly not very happy.
The sutured water ghost was also terrified for a long time, feeling that the trauma in its heart was not something that could be resolved simply by making a promise.
These ghosts weren't as easy to appease as He Zhao had imagined. But it wasn't that difficult either, since she still had a secret weapon.
"Of course, I know that everyone suffered a lot of injuries this time. The banquet I promised you in advance is not enough to comfort you. Besides, the banquet is for all the ghosts who helped. As my regular customers, it would be unacceptable if you didn't receive special treatment."
As soon as He Zhao said this, her regular customers' eyes lit up.
A living person's glowing eyes are lively, but these ghosts' glowing eyes are eerily eerie, like those of wolves. This is like a scene from a horror movie.
He Zhao continued, "So! I've prepared some small drinks and some handmade items for everyone. I'll burn them for you all so you can all have a good time!"
"Happy, happy!" Ghost chimed in, and after He Zhao finished speaking, some guests even applauded.
Most of the guests were happy, except for Mud Ghost, who still wanted to say something. But He Zhao gave it a look, and although Mud Ghost didn't know what he meant, it subconsciously decided that it would wait until all the guests had left before listening to what He Zhao was going to do.
Once He Zhao's promise was finalized, and he announced, "Alright, let's set up the stall. Those who want to eat, hurry up and line up," the ghosts finally turned their attention to the seats in front of them. The few ghosts without seats immediately glared at him with fury. They never expected that some ghost would sneak up on them while they were busy getting their share!
The tall man and the old woman sat there calmly, while the other guest seemed rather uneasy.
Especially with a large ghost like the "stitched-up water ghost," when it landed on the customer, the already uneasy customer began to tremble like a leaf. He Zhao glanced at the stitched-up water ghost and said without further ado, "Queue up!"
Even if the sutured water ghost was unwilling, he could only obediently go to the back of the queue.
With the seam-stitched water ghost setting such an example, the other customers had no reason to disagree and immediately lined up obediently at the back. The mud ghost, who had just met He Zhao's gaze, didn't even have the slightest thought of grabbing a spot and obediently stayed at the very back of the line, waiting for the customers in front to finish eating.
Everyone ate quite quickly today, perhaps because there were customers waiting behind them. In the past, they wouldn't care who was in line; once they were seated, they wouldn't be allowed to get up until they were full. But after their previous battle, there was a greater connection between them, and they looked at each other much more favorably.
In this situation, you certainly can't stay in your seat; you should quickly get up and offer your seat to your "comrade."
So soon it was the Mud Demon's turn. Most of the customers at the stall had left, and the Mud Demon ate very slowly, outlasting all the other customers. By the time it finished eating, He Zhao's stall was completely empty.
The Mud Demon put down his chopsticks and looked at He Zhao: "Boss, so why did you keep me here?"
He Zhao coughed and deliberately looked around to make sure there were no more ghosts. Only then did he squat down and take the brazier he had used before from the dining car compartment. He hadn't used this brazier very often; he had only used it once for experiments with the mud ghost and once to burn clothes for the old lady. He never expected that the third time would be for the mud ghost.
"Come on, I've already prepared a new trident for you."
One sentence brought tears to the eyes of the Mud Demon. The Mud Demon was one of only two ghosts He Zhao had ever seen that could simulate tears; the other was the Stitched Thread Water Demon. Apart from these two, due to their attributes and forms, no other ghost, even one as powerful as Hua Hua, could shed tears.
The mud ghost's tears were a bit dirty; they were black, rotten mud.
"Waaaah, boss, you're so good to me! I haven't even mentioned it to you yet, and you've already thought of it. You really think of me!"
Manipulating the mud ghost was a piece of cake for him.
It wasn't that He Zhao truly cared about the Mud Demon; she was genuinely a little guilty. When she chatted with the Mud Demon before, she talked about its trident and even cursed it, saying it would break down someday. And sure enough, the Mud Demon's trident did break down, making He Zhao a little worried that the Mud Demon was secretly cursing her.
Therefore, He Zhao prepared a new one.
The technique remained unchanged; after all, He Zhao wasn't exactly a craftswoman. She led the visibly moved Mud Demon to the intersection. Finding a suitable stone from the nearby greenery, she placed it on the ground, set up the brazier, and burned the paper trident across.
Wang Yu was seeing this for the first time and squatted down next to He Zhao with great curiosity. After the trident burned, the Mud Demon held an identical trident in his hand, and Wang Yu said in surprise, "So that's how it is."
Ignoring Wang Yu's reaction, the Mud Demon simply hugged its trident, overjoyed. The lost Yin energy couldn't be replenished, but the return of the trident made the Mud Demon very happy.
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