The Money-Grubber's Purse Is Bleeding

A gust of wind blew by, but no figure appeared. However, the people on the island were all used to it and didn't even bat an eyelash. Who else could it be? Must be a ghost.

Zhouzhou focused her gaze and saw it too. It was the spirits from the cemetery.

They said, "We're powerful now, our formation is strong, Zhouzhou, take us along, we guarantee you won't lose!"

"That's right, we're still useful."

"International Prison, huh? I must go! I had a target who ran into there before, causing my mission to fail, it's the only blemish on my record. This time, I'll pull that bastard out."

When this was mentioned, the others nodded in agreement, chattering amongst themselves.

The message was clear—they were going too!

Zhouzhou looked at them, her gaze softening. "I was planning to bring everyone along. If you guys don't go, this mission won't be completed. Who doesn't know that you're the most powerful ones on this island?"

Hearing this, the spirits were pleased, their morale soaring.