I was a bit dazed, suddenly feeling that the old man in front of me was somewhat strange, but I couldn't quite put a finger on what exactly was strange about him.
"Hey, Old Ghost, aren't you coming over?" I shouted at the old man.
"Do you think I need to come over?" the old man opened his eyes and asked me with interest.
"Uh... then as you wish," I said, suddenly feeling somewhat embarrassed. My intention was good, but from his question, it was clear that my offer was as redundant as taking off my pants just to fart.
After Old Wang and I stood on the Evil Repelling Talisman I had drawn, some foolhardy ghostly apparitions still stepped on it. Of course, turning to ashes was inevitable. I just found it strange — did they really want to die that much? But then again, maybe they didn't really want to come up, but were pushed by the other ghostly apparitions from behind.