Vengeful spirits? Let's get out of the dungeon first!

Chapter 26 What to do if there aren't enough paper figures?

With no outsiders around, Aoki Hall became much quieter.

Aside from the scratching sound of wood being scraped on the ground, all that could be heard was Hibiscus humming and rummaging through things in front of the refrigerator.

With a stable salary, the two of them were no longer as tense as before.

All the ribs in the refrigerator have been taken out, and with some frozen green beans from last year, we can have a hearty dinner tonight.

"Brother, let's steam rice for dinner. We've finished all the flatbread."

"Okay, after we finish this work, let's go to the mall in the development zone and have a good look around."

"good!"

The miser finally agreed to pluck some feathers, and Zhu Jin's mouth was practically stretched to the back of her head in a wide grin. Afraid that there wouldn't be enough for dinner, she scooped two bowls of rice into the rice cooker.

Sitting at the table, Ma Ye looked at his notes and made notes, planning his evening's activities.

Liu Gan was also freed from the work of planing wood, and took out the new pen nib that Ma Ye had bought to repair the fountain pen.

"Mr. Ma, what do you need me to do tonight?"

"Build the scene, act as an NPC, and participate in other areas as appropriate."

Ma Ye didn't have time to train newcomers. He had snatched this person from Fan Bingbing, and if he didn't return him as soon as possible, who knows what might have happened.

His notes expanded to three or four more pages, but he still felt something was missing.

Zhang Yuanchao's obsession was definitely whether his son could manage the noodle shop well, and he would definitely have to start with the noodle shop.

But how to get started was giving Ma Ye a headache.

After all, the noodle shop is bustling with people every day, and just creating NPCs would be a huge undertaking for him.

"Xiao Jin, how many paper figures are left in the storeroom?"

Zhu Jin, who was rinsing rice, was taken aback, but still started counting on her fingers.

"Seven or eight, I'll make a few more after I finish eating. If that's not enough, I'll make a few more."

These two haven't been doing anything lately; if things get really bad, just burn them both down.

With a thud, the plane in Qin Qingyou's hand fell to the ground.

The paper figure doesn't shed tears, but Ma Ye could still see that its eyes were gradually turning red.

"No, I was just saying, I didn't really mean to burn you two."

Besides, isn't it better that you two aren't doing any work?

Zhu Jin couldn't understand why anyone would be willing to continue working after death.

Wouldn't it be nice to go back inside the locust wood tablet and rest quietly?

Qin Qingyou knelt on the ground, his knees kicking up a lot of dust, and quickly grabbed Ma Ye's leg.

"Mr. Ma, please don't burn us both!"

Liu Gan told me that without this body, I wouldn't have a chance to enter reincarnation!

If paper figures can have runny noses, the washing machine will need an extra pair of pants tonight.

Ma Ye didn't say anything, but just tilted his head to look at Liu Gan.

"Did you say that?"

Feeling embarrassed by the stares, Liu Gan scratched his head.

"I just said it offhand, it was just to scare the ghosts."

"Well, your nonsense was pretty successful."

Qin Qingyou, who was kneeling on the ground, also realized that the idea that one could not enter reincarnation after being burned was all a lie!

He then frowned, staring intently at Liu Gan, making Liu Gan blush slightly.

"Alright, I won't burn you unless it's a matter of major principle, but you'd better listen to Liu Gan in general."

While I can't completely obliterate you, I can at least make you suffer a little.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Qin Qing nodded vigorously, gently wiped Ma Ye's trouser leg, and turned back to planing wood.

Liu Gan had just changed the pen nib when he looked up and saw Ma Ye's puzzled look.

"Mr. Ma, I won't do that again."

"It's alright, you did a good job."

The voice was crisp and clear, yet a chill ran down Qin Qingyou's spine.

Before the meal, Liu Gan had already begun designing various scenes within the paradise.

Based on the information provided in the photos, the restaurant and the surrounding scenery were drawn directly on the paper.

Ma Ye was amazed by the painting skills, wondering how he could so easily paint such a large scene.

She graduated from an art academy, albeit with a degree in sculpture.

Several manuscripts were laid out on the table, and Zhu Jin, who was passing by with a bag of spare ribs, stopped for a while.

"Bro, he draws better than you!"

"Everyone has their specialty, so how about stewing some pork ribs and stir-frying some vegetables?"

"No, if I cook one more dish, I'll have to wash one more plate."

These two paper figures can't get wet either, why don't you buy a dishwasher?

Two pairs of chopsticks were placed on the table, and the rice cooker lid was opened. As soon as Zhu Jin turned her head, she saw Ma Ye's solemn expression.

"Bro, with our current circuitry, you're not really planning to install one, are you?"

"It's not impossible, let's eat first."

As a young woman who has just started university, Zhu Jin has been disciplined in her diet for a long time.

One reason was that her classmates were all thin and small, and she was embarrassed to gain weight.

On the other hand, Aokido has only recently started earning income, and the brother and sister haven't had a proper meal in a long time.

For a girl who is 171 cm tall, her weight of nearly 100 kg is because Ma Ye always saves his share for her.

But during this meal, the brother and sister pounced on their food like hungry tigers, practically swinging their chopsticks until they were smoking.

Liu Gan, who was sitting at the table, also put down his pen. If this scene were broadcast live, it would be banned for excessive eating.

"Brother, eat less, you still have work to do later."

"Xiao Jin, you should eat less. We still need quite a few paper figures, or you won't be able to bend over later."

He was polite in words, but his hands didn't stop for even a second.

Zhu Jin placed the rice cooker on a stool in advance, afraid that if she went far to get the rice, she wouldn't even be able to find any bones.

After finishing her second bowl of rice, Zhu Jin was so full that she had to lean back in her chair, but Ma Ye had already poured the remaining pork rib soup directly into the rice cooker.

"I can't take it anymore, I need to go back to my room and lie down for a while. I'll put the dishes in the sink and wash them tomorrow when I'm done with my work."

"No need, I'll swipe it in a bit."

With the vegetable soup, the plates and bowls on the table were licked clean in less than ten minutes, looking as if they had just been washed.

I felt a little dizzy, probably from carbon monoxide poisoning, but I hadn't finished my work yet; at least I needed to prepare meals for my employees.

"This is just regular yellow incense. I'll get you two some better stuff after this job is done."

Before Ma Ye could insert the two bundles of incense into the incense burner, the two paper figures rushed over.

Humans crave the aroma, ghosts crave the fragrance; there won't be a single offering, and even if there were, it would be reserved for the Three Pure Ones and the master and mistress's rank.

After a long day of work, Liu Gan felt much refreshed after smelling the smoke from Huang Xiang, and was ready to continue working.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, and it wouldn't be long before it was completely dark.

Listening to the snoring inside the room, Ma Ye patiently sorted through the contents of his notebook.

Qin Qingyou, who had just finished sweeping the ground, walked over cautiously.

"Mr. Ma, should we go and wake Miss Zhu up?"

Upon hearing the word "get up," Liu Gan immediately turned his head to the side.

"Go ahead if you dare."

Don't worry, there are enough paper figures. Even if there aren't enough, we won't burn you two.

"That's good, that's good."

As soon as he finished speaking, an alarm clock rang in the room, stopping after about seven or eight rings.

"Ugh!"

It's better not to sleep at all; the more you sleep, the more tired you feel.

"I didn't sleep at all. I took Zhang Yuanchao's birth date and time to the backyard and burned the paper effigy."

It was a bit chilly as night fell, and Zhu Jin, who had just put on her clothes, leered at the two paper-figure employees inside the room.

"Just you wait, I'll throw both of you into the furnace in a minute."

But the two ghosts only shivered and continued with what they were doing.

Once everything was ready, the freshly brewed ginger tea was kept warm on the induction cooker.

The two paper figures had already entered the scene of the Paradise World to build it up, and Zhu Jin also handed over the willow wood mask.

"Brother, stop using the dream-entering talisman. Wearing the goggles is just like sleeping."