The dolls on the display case outside the store seemed normal, but it was increasingly chilling inside.

Especially the songstresses with pale faces, two circles of blush on their cheeks, and the warrior with half-shaven hair and a bun on top of their head... Each of them had a style that was reminiscent of the underworld.

Pushing open the glass door to the back workshop, a heavy smell hit them in the face. A police officer stood before a "mud" puddle, and his many years of experience allowed him to detect a slightly different scent.

"Check these mud puddles," he whispered.

Unseen by them, a man in a white robe was floating mid-air. His face was pale, his lips were crimson, and his narrow eyes had a hint of talisman.

It was Mitch.

He looked around and then came to the display case before him, frowning at the strange objects that looked neither human nor ghostly.

"During the Ghost Festival, all sorts of monsters and ghosts come out," he muttered.

With a flick of his robe, the dolls seemed to twist and contort before making a soft cracking sound, and something was destroyed.

Only then did Mitch float away and find Susie.

After Hamza left with Wade and Susie, Susie said she was thirsty and wanted something to eat.

Hamza was thinking about reporting the false alarm and was looking for a place to sit down and make the call.

The three of them entered a bustling shopping mall, and as soon as they walked in, they saw the Starbucks at the entrance.

Hamza was in a hurry to find a place to sit down, and Wade was worried about his sister's thirst, but both of them walked straight past the store.

Ultimately, they found a Hunan restaurant, and Wade immediately asked someone to bring Susie some water while Hamza took out his phone.

Just as he was about to dial, the phone rang.

After answering and speaking briefly, Hamza's expression grew increasingly strange.

He said, "We don't know either. My sister was shouting randomly." He then gave Martin's phone number and company address before hanging up.

Wade asked, "What's going on?"

Hamza stared at Susie and whispered, "Those things are probably really ashes."

Wade felt a chill down his spine just thinking about it. He was relieved that he didn't go in the back. "What's the deal here?" Hamza looked at Susie with a serious expression, looking like a parent at that moment.

Susie drank from her water glass and poured another, saying, "I don't remember. You have to ask my Expert Patriarch."

Wade asked, "Where's your Expert Patriarch?"

Susie replied, "He took my mom to reincarnate and handle the aftermath."

Wade complained, "He's still not back? I'm telling you, your Expert Patriarch is the most carefree Expert Patriarch I've ever met. He disappears every other day... oh, I mean ghost disappears..."

He whispered, afraid that Mitch might suddenly appear, and approached Susie with his hands cupped together, looking around with his eyes.

However, the next moment, a faint voice sounded above his head, "Little Wade, are you bored with the mortal world? If you are, Expert Patriarch can take you to the underworld for a change of scenery..."

Wade's hair stood on end, and he stuttered, "M-Master, Expert Patriarch..."

Mitch lightly hummed and nodded. "Good boy."

Susie asked, "Huh?"

How did this young man become Expert Patriarch's son?

Hamza looked at Wade inexplicably, thinking of the camera he had invented.

Suddenly, he thought of the white-faced singing doll he had just seen in the doll society...

Hamza's back suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Wasn't someone controlling the doll from behind just now, but was it moving independently?

The eerie smile on the doll's face... Could it be that he saw ghosts?

Is this what seeing ghosts is like?

Hamza was momentarily stunned; his finger hesitated on the button to call Martin, and he couldn't press it for long.

Hamza's reaction was also extreme. If you said that his reflex arc couldn't keep up, his physical reaction was faster than his mental reaction.

He immediately hit the female ghost away.

If you said he reacted quickly, he realizes he might have seen a ghost...

Susie blew on the hot water and held the cup with her two small hands, sipping happily and asking, "Expert Patriarch, did my mother go to reincarnate?" Mitch, "Um... Most likely, she did..." Why say "most likely"?

Because Clara is so unpredictable that she even makes Lethe witch angry.

Hearing her Expert Patriarch talk about these things, Susie widened her eyes and said, "Mom said she wants another bowl!"

Mitch nodded and said, "The formula for Lethe witch's soup has been pass down for tens of thousands of years and is indeed too old-fashioned..."

Lethe witch's soup is sometimes different and will change with the world's changes.

When Susie was still the Little Yama, the new candidate for Lethe witch came up.

Lethe witch's soup uses the tears of the eight sorrows as a guide, with one drop of tears of birth, two thousand years of old age, three points of tears of bitterness, and four cups of tears of regret.

Five inches of lovesick tears, six bowls of sick tears, seven feet of parting tears.

Finally, the eighth ingredient is Lethe witch's sad tears. But Lethe witch's tears are hard to obtain, and that's another matter which Mitch doesn't want to talk about right now.

He asked, "Did you just go to that doll society?"

Susie nodded and asked in confusion, "Father master, what's going on there? I saw the black qi rolling in the wooden box and burned it with fire.

The Yin Energy was gathering there, but I didn't see any ghosts."

Mitch sneered, "Of course, you can't see anything. Strictly speaking, that place is a dojo, not a doll society."

Wade was stunned and echoed Susie's question, "Dojo?"

Mitch's face was cold, "People who have been living well for some time always refuse to live a steady life and always want to do something tricky."

"That dojo is just the beginning of a ceremony, and those dolls are props for this ceremony. It just depends on when they want to hold this ceremony."

Wade was confused, "What are they trying to do?"

Mitch said, "Simply put, some people are not satisfied with their status and cannot keep up with others' progress, so they envy other people's prosperity."

"So, they come up with some evil methods, borrowing the country's fortune."

Mitch snorted, "What borrowing the country's fortune? It should be called stealing the country's fortune."