Liu Zixuan turned toward the familiar voice and asked in surprise, "Sister Wu, why are you here so early?"
Wu Mei was dressed in a pink tracksuit. Although she was in her thirties, she still looked like a girl in her mid-twenties in that outfit!
As she approached Liu Zixuan, she smiled and said, "Today is the 15th on the lunar calendar, I'm going to the Temple of the God of Wealth to offer incense."
Liu Zixuan smiled, curious, "You actually believe in that? With your current wealth, you could be called the God of Wealth of Ghost Wood City, yet you're still offering incense?"
"Of course, it's not just for incense!" Wu Mei said with a light smile.
"Is it for the Ghost Market?"
At that moment, Zhao Yi suddenly chimed in.
Hearing this unfamiliar term, Liu Zixuan looked at the two of them, curious, "What's the Ghost Market?"
