"Don't go. Ghosts have their own jurisdiction. Don't be too greedy. Just fill up a few hundred of them."
Ma Lihua: "……………………"
"Okay, Mom! I'll go right away."
Upon hearing her mother's words, Ma Hehua's greedy expression became even more pronounced.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she could see a pile of meatballs beckoning to her.
"Mother, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter properly."
As Ma Hehua spoke, she walked impatiently toward the riverbank.
She walked briskly to the riverbank, where Ma Hehua squatted down, her eyes fixed on the faintly visible dark shadows beneath the surface of the water.
She pulled out a cloth bag she had prepared beforehand from her bosom. The bag looked old and worn, but she treasured it, as it contained the spoils of war accumulated over the past few decades.
"I've finally run into this good thing."
Ma Hehua muttered to herself as she reached into the river.
The river water was icy cold, but she didn't care at all.
When her hand touched the first dark figure, the figure suddenly struggled, as if sensing danger.
Ma Hehua remained calm. With a quick grab, she stuffed the dark figure into her cloth bag.
“One left.” She counted excitedly.
Then she searched the river even more diligently, and with each dark shadow she caught, her smile deepened.
However, as she caught more and more ghosts, the commotion in the river grew louder and louder.
The shadowy figures began to gather together, seemingly in resistance, but Ma Hehua showed no sign of backing down. She waved her hands rapidly in the river, chanting, "Don't run away, all of you obediently come into my bag."
After catching thousands of ghosts, she simply couldn't stop.
They completely forgot their mother's earlier warning that "even ghosts have jurisdiction."
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