Martin came back late and didn't sleep well, so he didn't wake up early in the morning. No one knew he had come back.

As usual, Susie sat dazed for a while after waking up. Mitch was writing something in his notebook, but when he saw Susie, he closed the notebook and asked, "Are you up? Your uncle is back."

Susie, still not fully awake, responded with a confused "Hmm?"

Some children have a blank period when they wake up, where they don't seem to hear anything that you said to them and look confused, which is especially cute.

Mitch propped up his chin and stared at Panko, who had just woken up and still had messy hair. Alex flew over and started with his cheesy pickup lines, "Darling, have you smelled anything?"

Susie, still dazed, subconsciously sniffed and said, "No..."

Alex pecked her hair and said, "It's a sweet smell. When you appeared, the air became sweet!"

Susie responded with a surprised "Oh..."

Mitch couldn't help but laugh and cry, saying, "They caught the hypocrite last night..."

Before he could finish his sentence, they saw the unlucky ghost dragging the hypocrite in, excitedly taking credit, "Susie! We..."

The fickle ghost interrupted, "We caught the hypocrite."

The coward ghost smiled gently, "He resisted fiercely, and we had to work hard to catch him."

The confused ghost showed his face, "Yes, yes, he even gouged out my eyes."

The hypocrite asked, "?"

He never resisted. Don't you feel guilty about lying?

The unlucky ghost was already dumbfounded, "No, didn't you say you wouldn't compete with me for credit?"

They said they would give him the opportunity to take credit!

They said if he wanted to take credit, they would kill him!

Damn!

Susie, who had just woken up, had a soft voice and blinked her big eyes, barely coming to her senses, "Thank you all for your hard work!"

She climbed to the head of the bed and lifted the pillow.

There was a bag of lollipops underneath, prepared last night, but she fell asleep before they came back.

The unlucky ghost's eyes lit up, "Mine, mine!"

Susie sat on the bed, like a kindergarten teacher distributing candy, counting them one by one,

"The fickle ghost, 8."

"The confused ghost, 8."

"The ugly ghost, 8."

"The coward ghost, 10."

"The cute ghost, 8."

The cute ghost in Soul Calabash was overjoyed. Did she also get a share?

Finally, Susie gave the remaining eight to the unlucky ghost, "Unlucky Uncle, 8!"

The unlucky ghost protested, "Why does the coward ghost get 10?"

In the eyes of the coward ghost, there was a bright smile. The young boy's voice was very pleasant, "Because I am the older brother, and you all are uncles and aunts. How can uncles and aunts argue with a child?"

The ghosts were speechless.

How could he still claim to be a child at this moment? "The cute ghost is younger than you!" The unlucky ghost pointed to the small vile ghost. The small vile ghost held onto the candy and hid inside Soul Calabash.

They didn't know much, but after becoming a ghost, they couldn't taste the delicious food of the mortal world.

Even if people offered sacrifices, the "food" they ate was just a smell, a ghostly image, and they always felt like something was missing. But the candy that Susie gave them was different.

It was just as sweet as the candy they ate in their mortal life! So, the unlucky ghost was always unwilling.

Every time he didn't get to eat his own candy, he would be tricked and bullied by the others.

The coward ghost laughed.

This candy was given to him by his treasure.

He couldn't possibly give it away~ Instead... the coward ghost looked at the candy in the unlucky ghost's hand.

The unlucky ghost was afraid that his candy would be taken away, so he immediately opened all eight lollipops and licked each one. Then he proudly put them back.

Alex widened his eyes, "Wow! You did something I never dared to do! Shameless!"

The coward ghost said, "Did you hear that? Shameless! It was you who insisted on playing cards with us and refused to pay your debt when you lost."

The unlucky ghost looked even more pleased and glanced at the flower-hearted ghosts. He owed debts, so what?

A lot of lice won't make you itch, and a lot of debts won't make you worry!

The flower-hearted ghosts who were ready to collect their debts were speechless. They did want to snatch the candy.

Susie's candy was not just sweet, it had other functions too. Every time they ate it, they felt their souls become more pure and powerful. But now that the unlucky ghost had licked them all, they couldn't take them anymore.

The flower-hearted ghost said, "You can't handle this! Don't play mahjong with us next time."

The ghosts bickered.

The hypocritical ghost couldn't understand why they were acting so childish over a few pieces of candy. It was just candy after all.

Susie looked at the hypocritical ghost, yawned, and asked with interest, "Your name is Hypocrite Ghost! How did you die?"

The womanizing ghost peeled open a candy and asked while eating, "What's your name? When were you born?"

The coward ghost asked routinely, "Where do you live? How did you die?"

Alex suddenly flapped his wings and said, "Wait! Wait! Call the little brother! Call the little brother!"

The hypocritical ghost is speechless.

Susie did run to call Wade, as she had formed a habit of doing so. Every time, Wade would record on his notebook, as if he were inventing something.

Wade came soon after.

A group of ghosts and two children sat on small stools waiting to hear a story, which left the hypocritical ghost a bit confused.

Wade took a glance at the ghost camera and confirmed that the hypocritical ghost was still there, urging, "Hurry up, we still have to go pick up my second brother from the hospital today!"

Susie followed up, "Hurry up, hurry up! After listening to the story, we still have to go pick up brother Zion from the hospital!"

The hypocritical ghost looked at the man in a white coat in the far distance, took a deep breath, and said, "My name is Rick...I am from Diershi Village, M County, Z City, Y Province, where I fell off a dog and died."

Susie was stunned, "Diershi Village? Falling off a dog?"

The hypocritical ghost said, "Yes, our village is called 'Falling off Dog.'"

Everyone thought it was easy to be understood and remembered.

The hypocritical ghost continued, "I was born in the 1960s and died in the early 1990s."

Wade recorded on his notebook while asking, "How did you die?"

It had been about twenty-seven or eight years since his death in 1990.

The hypocritical ghost continued, "I was killed by my neighbor's widow..."

The womanizing ghost suddenly became interested, "Oh? Widow? How did she...kill you? Tell us more!"

The womanizing ghost's vulgar words were about to come out, but he stopped himself.

The hypocritical ghost is speechless.