This ghost looked pretty average, wearing a fluffy pajama set—seems like a modern ghost to me.
What they wear doesn't matter much anyway; here, ghosts wear all kinds of stuff. There was even one who ran around in just underwear and got stopped by the Ghost Market guards for "ruining the vibe," so they handed him some clothes.
Wen Yan waved. That ghost, who'd been talking up a storm, glanced around and didn't dare say anything more. He forced a tiny smile and came over to Wen Yan's table.
"Sit."
"Thank you, thank you." The ghost only sat with half his butt on the stool, super jittery.
Seeing him like that, Wen Yan knew he couldn't ask anything here. After considering, he asked,
"Can I borrow a little of your time?"
"Of course, go ahead."
"I have something I want to ask you—can we talk somewhere else?"
"Sure, it's all up to you."
