The unlucky ghost wanted to take credit and rushed forward first.

Unexpectedly, he ran into those paper men.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed, "How did they do this?"

The folded paper suddenly popped up and turned into paper people.

The fickle ghost tore apart one of the paper men and directly charged towards the bald man with a cold sneer, "Regardless of how they did it, we must catch the leader first!"

As evil ghosts, they naturally weren't afraid of these paper men, unless they were as powerful as Susie. Otherwise, these paper men were no match for the evil ghosts.

The unlucky ghost screamed, and those paper men rushed towards the fickle ghost as she was about to charge forward. He quickly went over to help, but accidentally tore off a strand of her hair.

The fickle ghost remained silent.

Being held up by these paper men for two seconds delayed them.

The man had already rushed out of the haunted house.

The coward ghost chased after him closely, but outside was an amusement park with many children.

Where there were many children, there was strong Yang energy. He didn't want to collide with the children, so he dodged a few times. By the time he looked back, the man had disappeared into the crowd.

Despite their siege, the fish had slipped away!

Several evil ghosts stared in disbelief.

"How could he escape? What about our reputation as evil ghosts?" The fickle ghost was angry. She looked at the unlucky ghost, who was the last one to catch up, and couldn't help slapping him in the face.

The unlucky ghost questioned.

The coward ghost frowned, "He's too cunning... and he's familiar with this amusement park."

The confused ghost didn't understand and cursed, "Useless!"

The unlucky ghost was puzzled. He was the first to rush forward. How could he end up being scolded?

"No, we all rushed forward together. Why am I the only one being scolded for losing him?" The unlucky ghost was bewildered and kept asking the other evil ghosts as they walked.

The coward ghost sighed, and a trace of self-blame appeared on his face, "Susie trusts us so much, but we have let her down."

The fickle ghost was also unwilling, "There's nothing we can do. This bald guy is quite skilled. Just now, I bet he was terrified when we evil ghosts were chasing him, but he managed to hold us back for a while."

The unlucky ghost asked, "How are we going to explain this to Susie later?"

The fickle ghost and the coward ghost frowned and looked worried. They didn't want to put in any effort. However, the little ghosts called them "big brother" and "big sister" and trusted them so much that they let them out without any worry that they would take the opportunity to escape.

The confused ghost's eyes darted around, and he whispered, "Brothers, this is such a good opportunity. Aren't we going to run away?" The fickle ghost looked at him speechlessly and said, "You can run if you want, but don't regret it later." The unlucky ghost sneered, "You truly are a confused ghost."

The coward ghost's voice was soft, "I can't run away. I don't know if Susie will give us any candy when we get back." The confused ghost looked down on them and said, "Look at you guys. A few lollipops can buy you off. What about your backbone?"

The fickle ghost flew up and murmured, "I'm a ghost, not a human. I don't need a backbone." The coward ghost kindly reminded him, "Think about it carefully. Is Susie an ordinary person? Opportunities like this don't come often."

After being in Soul Calabash for so long, they should understand the situation by now. Although they couldn't be sure of Susie's ultimate identity, they all vaguely felt that following Susie was definitely better than being a pure evil ghost.

Their futures would be completely different...

The coward ghost stopped talking and left. The confused ghost followed behind, muttering, "What opportunity? Just a slightly more powerful Taoist...what opportunity?"

Even if the Taoist was extremely powerful and had been so since childhood, he would still be a Taoist. He would grow old and die eventually. If they were afraid of being chased by her after escaping, they could simply find a place to hide until she died of old age, and then come out again!

After all, they were evil ghosts. It wouldn't be a problem for them to live for a few decades.

The confused ghost couldn't figure it out, but he was also afraid of Susie's eighty-pound hammer. After hesitating for a while, he obediently went back.

After leaving the haunted house, Paul immediately called his older brother.

He spoke in a low voice, "Brother, did you make sure everything was cleared up at the haunted house?"

Paul still couldn't believe everything he had just experienced.

Martin's voice was cold and steady, "Yes, all of the staff cleared out. We even had the cameras turned off and signals blocked to protect Susie's abilities and any unexplainable events from being seen."

Paul stood under the bright sun, still feeling cold and uneasy.

"Wasn't there a single staff member left?" he persistently asked.

"No," Martin replied.

"What about the props and controls?" Paul asked again.

"None," Martin replied.

Paul was at a loss for words, forced to accept that his worldview had been turned upside down.

"But we really saw ghosts in there," Paul said, his expression serious as he moved to a less crowded area.

Martin had to attend a meeting and only said to discuss it at home before hanging up.

Paul stared at his phone in disbelief.

In the distance, Susie was standing in front of the carousel, persuading Hamza, "Big brother, you should play too!"

She handed her money to the ticket seller and threatened, "If you don't play, I won't buy your ticket!"

Hamza coughed and said with a cool expression, "I don't need you to buy my ticket. I already got one for Uncle Jenkins."

Uncle Jenkins was an adult and wouldn't play such childish games.

If Uncle Jenkins refused, he would take the tickets and reluctantly play along...

Hamza was a petty child with 108 tricks up his sleeve.

Susie nodded and happily told Paul, who had just finished his call, "Uncle Jenkins, let's ride the carousel together! Big brother already bought the tickets!"

Paul became his usual gentle and refined self and agreed, "Sure."

The experience in the haunted house had been too surreal, and he needed something fun to calm his nerves.

So, Uncle Jenkins held Susie and sat on the biggest horse, while Wade and Lucy sat next to them.

As the carousel spun and the music played, Susie's laughter filled the air, and Paul's mood gradually relaxed, with a smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Hamza, holding his phone, thought to himself, remained silent.

Did he just waste his money?

Why wasn't the situation unfolding the way he had planned?