On the back seat, a middle-aged couple stared straight at him with pale faces and no expression, as if they had been dead for a very long time...

Yes, they looked like they had been dead for a very long time.

Suddenly, the black car driver remembered that the couple had gotten into the car near the abandoned construction site on Brook Road, where there were no night markets or entertainment venues like bars or KTVs!

He slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt.

Uncle Ghost looked around blankly and asked, "Why did we suddenly stop?"

The black car driver was sweating profusely, stammering, "The traffic light... the traffic light..."

Auntie Ghost looked puzzled. "Traffic light? But we're still quite far from the intersection."

"Well, maybe their eyes don't work anymore because they've been dead for too long," Auntie Ghost whispered.

Uncle Ghost leaned in and said kindly, "Let me take a look for you."

Auntie Ghost handed him her eyeballs.

They lean in very close, avoiding the black car driver's view from the front seat.

But the black car driver was almost scared to death. He couldn't see what was happening through the rearview mirror, but his car had something he shouldn't have installed, a tiny camera in the back seat.

Sometimes he would pick up pretty girls or girls in short skirts and use his phone to peep and take photos and videos.

He and other like-minded black car drivers had formed a small group and shared these beautiful scenes every day.

They used to revel in it, but now it had become his nightmare.

In the camera's footage, he could clearly see the middle-aged woman digging out her eyeballs.

The middle-aged man carefully wiped them clean.

Then he helped her put them back in.

The black car driver felt like he had fallen into the water, his whole body soaked with sweat and his face constantly sweating.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman stretched her neck and exclaimed, "Has the traffic light been on for so long?"

The black car driver stuttered, "T-t-this, my car seems to be broken..."

The ghostly uncle couldn't help but furrow his brow, thinking what a junk car!

The ghostly aunt was still okay, she looked around and said, "We're not far from Peach Blossom Inn, let's walk a bit!"

The ghostly uncle nodded and handed five banknotes to the black car driver.

It was the first time the black car driver had ever received money and his fingers trembled as he took it. Then, the two got out of the car and walked slowly ahead.

Looking closely, their walking wasn't like that of normal people, their feet not touching the ground, floating...

The black car driver looked at the money in his hand, which turned out to be hell money.

"Oh my god..." He didn't know how he made it back home.

He got seriously ill afterwards and dared not drive a black car again.

He even burned the camera in the back seat.

He left the group that shared secretly taken videos and was left in a state of depression, living in fear every day... Of course, these were all stories from later on.

The next day, before leaving, Susie dug a hole under the big stone monument between the two buildings of Peach Blossom Inn and put a copper coin inside.

Zion asked, "What's this?"

Susie said, "To ward off evil spirits here, so there won't be so many people jumping off buildings."

The copper coin could ward off evil spirits, especially since she had drawn symbols on it herself, as taught by her master.

There were too many ghosts here, each with their own destiny.

Although all the ghosts had been eliminated, her Soul Calabash was still full, but Susie didn't think it was a good idea.

By placing the copper coin there, even if someone jumped off the building, their soul would not be trapped here, nor would they be enslaved by other ghosts.

Zion asked, "Aren't you afraid someone will dig it up?"

Susie replied confidently, "No, they won't."

Zion was puzzled, "Why not?"

Susie said, "I said they won't, they won't. Brother, you don't understand."

Zion remained silent.

Susie clapped her hands and dusted off the dirt and ash from her pants, pulled her luggage and said cheerfully, "Let's go, let's go home!"

Zion pursed his lips and conscientiously picked up the luggage this time.

**

At Los Angeles, the Murray family's house.

Mrs. Alana waited anxiously at the gate and exclaimed, "Why aren't they back yet?"

"I told them not to go alone. What if something happens to the two kids?"

"Especially Zion. He's such a little rascal that he's probably still lost in his games even if his sister gets sold!"

Martin and Kellen remained silent.

It had only been two minutes since Mrs. Alana began scolding them twice over.

Just then, a car pulled into the Murray family estate.

Zion got out of the car first and quickly ran to the other side, opened the door, and extended his hand...

Susie yelled, "Hey!" and jumped into Zion's arms. Zion immediately picked her up.

"You're so heavy. You should eat less from now on!" Zion said, complaining.

Then he ran to the trunk of the car and took out the luggage.

Zion dragged the suitcase, hung large and small bags on his arm, and held a half-eaten cake and half a bottle of milk that Susie had been consuming.

"Are you still hungry?" Zion asked. "Hang on a little longer. Grandma must have cooked something."

Mrs. Alana and Michael wore shocked expressions that matched each other.

They were both baffled.

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Michael said in confusion, "Is this, is this really Zion?"

Could it be that he's been possessed by a ghost!?

Mrs. Alana was also surprised. Zion had only been out with Susie for two days, but he came back looking like a different person?

He wasn't even lost in his games.

He was even taking care of his sister on his own...

"I wonder if this child has been traumatized or something?" Mrs. Alana whispered.

Kellen smirked. Exactly.

Susie ran over and hugged Mrs. Alana. "Grandma Chloe!"

Kellen remained silent.

Thankfully, after hugging Mrs. Alana, Susie ran over and hugged Kellen, Martin, and Michael.

She also went on to hug Mr. Craig, Wade, Hamza, Alex, and Grandpa Turtle.

Everyone received their share of hugs.

"Let's eat!"

Mrs. Alana had a kind look on her face as she took out Susie's favorite garlic steamed shrimp from the warming cabinet.

Mr. Craig still had his stern face and asked, "How was Boston?"

Everything was fine, but they just had to go and experience life.

At such a young age, what kind of life experience could they have had in just two days?

Did it change Zion or not?

Mr. Craig glared at Zion as he was about to scold him.

However, he saw Zion peel the shrimp shells and put the meat into Susie's bowl.

Zion said, "So what if we went out for a few days? The emperor should go out for a walk too!"

He still had that "ask for a beating" look on his face.

While peeling the shrimp for Susie, he complained, "You've eaten so much earlier. Are you still hungry? You'll get fat."

He sounded disgusted.

But...

His hands were very honest, it didn’t stop from peeling the prawns!