Ye Xian and the ghosts exchanged confused looks for the longest time before figuring out the situation. Were they... getting off work?
The zombie who was eating instant noodles put down his chopsticks with a puzzled look, "Excuse me, have you gone to the wrong place?"
Ye Xian glanced at their perfectly intact outfits and makeup, and then at the well-arranged props of the Ghost House, when a sudden idea struck her.
I got it!
"Are you about to get off work?"
"Yes."
Ye Xian, "You can't get off work!"
The ghosts, "?" Why can't we get off work?
Ye Xian, "Because... you need to work overtime!"
The ghosts, "!" Even ghosts have to work overtime these days?
"On what grounds?"
"Because there's overtime pay!"
Overtime pay?
Oxhead and Horseface, after finishing their spicy snacks, looked at each other with some interest and wiped their hands, "How much?" A hundred will do!
Ye Xian, "How much do you get paid for playing ghosts for a day?"
