Chapitre 687: Killed by the Neighbor's Widow

The unlucky ghost became even more pleased with himself. He glanced at the flirtatious ghost and the others. So what if he went back on his word? With more lice, there was no fear of itchiness. With more debts, there was no fear!

The flirtatious ghost and the others were speechless. They did want to snatch the candy because the candy Amelia gave them was not only sweet, but also had other functions. Anyway, every time they ate it, they felt their souls become purer and stronger. However, since the unlucky ghost had licked it, they could not take it anymore.

The flirtatious ghost looked at the unlucky ghost. "You can't afford to play! Don't play mahjong with us next time!"

The hypocritical ghost couldn't figure it out. It was just a candy. Was there a need to do this?

Amelia looked at the hypocritical ghost and yawned. She asked with interest, "Your name is hypocritical ghost? How did you die?"