This idea lingered in Su Kun's mind for over two hours.

Finally, he let go of the mouse in his hand as if giving up, pulled out a clean T-shirt from the wardrobe, put on a pair of casual shorts over his boxers, grabbed his wallet and keys, and rushed to the door. Then, as if remembering something, he scratched his head, turned back to the room, took out the lighter he had brought out during the day from his bag, and went downstairs wearing flip-flops.

In the old residential area, there were more elderly people with poor mobility who found it inconvenient to take the bus to the distant cemetery. They would squat downstairs and find a corner without grass or trees to burn stacks of yellow paper or tin foil.

When Su Kun went downstairs, it was almost dusk, and there were already several piles of paper ashes downstairs. Taking advantage of the slightly dim but not yet dark sky, he ran out of the alley, bought two more bundles of joss paper from the store at the corner, then came back and wandered around downstairs for a while.

He found a suitable roadside corner, picked up a branch that someone had used before, and drew a circle on the ground with the charred end. Then he squatted down, flicked the lighter, and lit the joss paper in the circle.

He poked the joss paper with the branch to let the fire burn through.

The materials and ink of the joss paper were probably flammable, much easier to burn than the rough yellow paper Su Kun had used before. The two stacks of joss paper quickly burned cleanly, leaving only a pile of fine, soft paper ashes that would scatter with a touch.

He casually poked it a couple of times and found that there were no more sparks. He straightened up, imitating what he had seen other elderly people do before, and drew two straight lines in the circle, which was said to symbolize unlocking, so that when the recipient of the burnt paper came, they would not be blocked outside and unable to receive it.

Su Kun didn't know if the other ghosts eventually got the money, but he could find out if this little ghost could get it, after all, it was staying in his room.

This time, he finally felt at ease.

Just as he was about to turn around and go upstairs, a gust of wind suddenly blew, hitting him right in the face. Caught off guard, Su Kun was covered in paper ashes all over his face and body.

Su Kun: "..." Can't you blow one second later!! QAQ

"Burning paper money and ending up like this, that's quite a skill..." A familiar voice sounded coldly, full of disdain.

Waving away the ashes on his face and rubbing his irritated eyes, Su Kun said resentfully, "Geng Zimo, will you die if you don't mock me a couple of times a day?!"

"I remember answering this question for you." Geng Zimo couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over and patted the ashes off Su Kun's body a couple of times, with a force that almost patted Su Kun's lungs out. "Even if you ask a hundred times, my answer will still be the same word, yes."

Su Kun dodged his claws while brushing off his clothes, then looked at the circle on the ground with no ashes left, feeling like he was about to cry. "Damn it! At least leave a little bit, what's the point of blowing it all over me..." _(:з」∠)_

The two went upstairs, teasing and bantering. As soon as they entered the door, Geng Zimo suddenly reacted, "Wait, didn't you go to the cemetery to burn paper today? Why did you burn it downstairs instead? Did the cemetery not let you in because you look obscene?"

Su Kun: "Screw your obscene look, it's still better than your beastly gentleman appearance." He changed into indoor slippers and tossed the keys on the shoe cabinet. "I wasn't burning it for my family."

"Then who were you burning it for?"

Su Kun gestured towards his room with his mouth. "That little ghost."

Geng Zimo: "..."

As the sky darkened and the room dimmed, General Gu, who had just crawled out of his coffin to stretch his bones, heard Su Kun's voice at the door and drifted out of the room.

As soon as he entered the living room, he felt something hit his head, stunning him, after all, in this world, apart from Su Kun and that jade, nothing else could touch him without passing right through.

That thing slid down from the top of his head, and he subconsciously reached out and caught it. Looking down, he saw that it was a bundle of paper, similar in size and shape to the memorials used in the imperial court, except that the paper was colorful, with some symbols he couldn't understand - a vertical line followed by a few circles.

This...

At the door, Su Kun had just finished explaining to Geng Zimo who he was burning paper money for, when he saw the scene of the little ghost being hit by the joss paper outside the room. His hand trembled. "That's not right! I clearly burned two bundles! How come—"

Before he could finish, he saw another bundle of joss paper appear out of thin air above the little ghost's head and hit it with a thud.

Gu Yan, who was hit twice by this thing: "..."

Su Kun twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking: How come no one told me that joss paper is delivered by air drop, damn it!

Geng Zimo, who had no idea what was going on, looked at Su Kun's startled expression with a puzzled face.

"Hehehe—" Su Kun gave a dry laugh and glanced at Geng Zimo, explaining, "The paper money I burned downstairs just now has already fallen into the hands of this little ghost, it's just that the method is a bit outrageous..."

Geng Zimo: "..."

Gu Yan held the two bundles of colorful paper in his hands. He didn't understand what was going on at first, but after hearing Su Kun's words and digesting them for a moment, the meaning he derived surprised him.

The person in front of him, who had been worried about the ghost taking his life just a couple of days ago, had actually burned paper money for him?

"You—"

As soon as Su Kun heard him speak, without waiting for him to continue, he said anxiously, "I swear to God I really didn't know it would fall down so directly!"

The subtext was: Holy shit, I really didn't mean to hit your noble skull, it's all the fault of the heavens, please spare me! QAQ

Seeing his mournful expression, General Gu for the first time profoundly doubted in his heart whether he had a fierce and vicious brute face, such that his every move could scare this person like a frightened rabbit.

But besides that, another extremely complex emotion also vaguely rose from his heart - the first handful of paper money he received after becoming a lonely ghost was actually burned for him by a person who was neither a relative nor a friend, and had even almost had his life cut short by him...

After a moment of silence, Gu Yan clasped the paper money and bowed to Su Kun, his hoarse voice deep as he said, "Thank you."

Su Kun was thanked to the point of almost standing at attention in awe and bowing back to him. Gu Yan held two bundles of joss paper money and glanced at him again, then turned his head with a solemn expression and floated back to the room.

He drifted to the coffin lid, sat cross-legged, and quietly stared at the joss paper for a while. Then, he thought of an exceptionally serious problem. With a deadpan face, he raised his head and looked through the window at the darkening dusk outside—

He didn't know how to use this joss paper money. =_=

By the shoe cabinet, Su Kun watched the little ghost disappear behind the bedroom door.

With a silly look on his face, he turned to Geng Zimo and bragged, "I'm truly loved by everyone and admired by all flowers. Five days ago, this little ghost wanted to kill me, but today he actually thanked me! Thank me! Do you know how hard it was to earn those words? I risked my life for this! It's such a pity that you can't see or hear this historic moment..."

Geng Zimo looked at him expressionlessly for a while, then coldly remarked, "I don't know how much of a pity it is that I can't hear it, but I do know it's a pity that the little ghost has money but nowhere to spend it."

Su Kun: "...Wait!" He stared at the bedroom with a dazed expression, then turned back to Geng Zimo with the same dazed look, his mind filled with ten thousand deadpan little ghosts running around.

Damn it, that's right! That little ghost has been staying in my room, not going for reincarnation, not going to be reborn, and not even visiting the ghost market. Where the hell is he going to spend the money?

"..." Su Kun looked at Geng Zimo with teary eyes, "So I spent money on something stupid again, right?"

Geng Zimo patted his shoulder and consoled, "Right."

Su Kun: "..."