Yun Tutu carefully placed the talismans into her bag and said, “Honestly, all these drawings look the same to me. I can’t tell them apart.”

With items as valuable as these, she thought it best not to rely on her memory. Instead, taking notes ensured she wouldn’t make any mistakes.

“…You’re not from the Taoist sect?” Master Shifang was perplexed. Even someone working in the funeral business should have known a few tricks.

Yun Tutu then gestured towards the funeral goods, eagerly trying to make a sale. “Are you sure you don’t need any of these?”

Master Shifang’s mustache bristled in annoyance. “I don’t need any. If the time comes, I have plenty of disciples who will provide for me.”

He couldn’t believe this girl was asking such ridiculous questions. Luckily, she encountered him, Master Shifang. Had it been another Taoist master, they would have taught her a lesson in respect.

Realizing her mistake, Yun Tutu quickly smacked her head—right on her helmet, which she had forgotten she was still wearing. After having seen so many terrifying ghostly faces, they didn’t seem so bad anymore. She removed the helmet with a sheepish grin. “Master, I misspoke earlier. It’s just that with all these spirits here, they may not need much, but they could definitely use these items.”

Master Shifang glanced at the crowd of ghosts around them, all greedily eyeing the paper offerings on the ground. Their expressions clearly said, Want… want…

“As the saying goes, ‘Money can make the ghosts do your bidding.’ With the right offerings, they wouldn’t have to suffer.”

Yun Tutu figured since she had already brought these items, she might as well try to sell them. Bringing them back would be such a hassle, and refunds were unlikely.

The female ghost who had tried to attack Yun Tutu earlier crawled forward again, her eyes fixated on the box of paper dresses. “Give me a few of those dresses, and I’ll do something for you in return.”

Yun Tutu, unfazed, turned to her, appreciating what she now considered a form of performance art. “Oh, beautiful sister, you have great taste. These dresses were handpicked, following the latest trends. This style and pattern will enhance your already stunning appearance.”

The ghost, who had been crawling on the ground, suddenly floated up, revealing a once-beautiful face.

“You look even more gorgeous now, sister,” Yun Tutu said sweetly, feeling proud of her aesthetic judgment. “I also have villas and sports cars. With these, what kind of handsome spirit couldn’t you attract?”

The female ghost covered her face, her previous malevolent demeanor gone. “Oh, don’t say that, little sister. I come from a proper family.”

Yun Tutu awkwardly chuckled. “I was just giving an example. You’re so beautiful, and with the right attire, you’ll not only charm others but also feel good yourself.”

Song Song: “…Is this the same girl? What exactly has Yun Tutu been learning recently?”

The once timid and fearful Yun Tutu was now negotiating with ghosts and selling them goods.

“Can you burn one for me to try first?” the female ghost, still holding on to her past habits, asked.

“No problem!” Yun Tutu, eager to secure more customers, took out a lighter and burned one dress on the spot.

A beautiful qipao appeared on the female ghost, attracting envious stares from the other spirits. Want… want…

Suddenly, the edge of the protective barrier was surrounded by a mass of ghostly faces, all of them clamoring for their own items.

“Don’t rush! Be patient,” Yun Tutu said, completely unfazed by their grotesque appearances. “Customers are always wonderful, no matter how they look. Let’s make sure everyone gets what they want.”

Master Shifang stood frozen in shock. Are these the same vicious spirits that were trying to kill me?

“Be careful. They might be lying to you. Burning those things is just giving them away for free,” Master Shifang warned in a low voice. “Don’t waste your time here.”

Yun Tutu shook her head with a smile. “Don’t worry. No one can cheat the products from Cross-Dimensional Delivery.”

With the situation getting chaotic, Yun Tutu stood up, clapping her hands loudly. “Form a line! If you don’t follow the rules, how am I supposed to know who gets what?”

To her surprise, the ghosts began fighting amongst themselves for the front of the line.

Master Shifang was in complete disbelief. What have I been doing all these years?

“Hurry up! If you’re not in line in two minutes, I’m leaving,” Yun Tutu declared.

Instantly, two long lines formed, and the thick white fog surrounding them dissipated.

Master Shifang could barely breathe. Ghosts can be this obedient? All my years of cultivation were a waste.

Yun Tutu noticed the female ghost standing at the front of the line and was somewhat surprised.

“Don’t worry, little sister. I’m the Ghost King here. Around these parts, everything is based on strength. Just show me what you’ve got, and I’ll take it all,” the ghost said with a smile.

“You’re the Ghost King?” Master Shifang pointed at her. “Were you the one hiding in the shadows this whole time?”

The Ghost King glanced at him. “Hiding? I don’t sneak around. It was the younger ghosts who wanted to test their strength, so they came after you. We never intended to hurt you.”

“Then why create this ghost domain?” Master Shifang asked.

“Ghost domain?” The Ghost King looked puzzled. “This is just our home. When the Ghost Gate opens, they’ll leave. Would you prefer we wander around aimlessly?”

“But that’s not what I was told…” Master Shifang began to realize he had been misled. But how? The message came from my own junior brother…

“I don’t care what you were told,” the Ghost King replied impatiently. “You Daoists are always so annoying. We haven’t harmed anyone, yet you come here causing trouble. We’ve been having fun, but you can leave now.”

With that, she turned her attention back to Yun Tutu, her demeanor warm and friendly. “Little sister, my name is Ming Jiayi, but you can call me Sister Ming. I’ll take everything you’ve got—especially those dresses.”

A smaller ghost behind her piped up, “Leave some for me too, big sis!”

Ming Jiayi kicked the small ghost’s head, sending it flying. But the ghost quickly reappeared, grinning and saying, “At least leave us some scraps!”

“There’s plenty for everyone. Besides, I’m buying dresses—what would you do with them?”