"Shh! Don't ask too many questions. This isn't something we should know," Hou Zongchen nudged him, gesturing forward, "We need to ask them for ghosts, you go ahead."
Ma Hongtu rolled his eyes helplessly; he regretted for the nth time not working diligently, which allowed this brother to take a share of the spoils.
Digging around in his pocket, he pulled out some leftover Copper Coins, approaching with a full smile to get acquainted, "Brother Ghost Messenger, I'm here to find an old ghost delivered a few days ago, can you see..." He pushed the Copper Coins over and whispered, "See if you can do me a favor."
"What's the surname and name? Birthdate and eight characters?" The Ghost Messenger in charge of guarding weighed the Copper Coins. The visitor was merely inquiring for a reasonable price, so he lazily asked.
