**Chapter 48: Ghost Sister Gets Arrested!**  

**Chapter 48: Ghost Sister Gets Arrested!** 

The phone rang again. Xu Yang glanced at the screen—*Chaoyang Police Station*. 

"Mr. Xu!" An urgent voice barked. "Your sisters demolished a hotpot restaurant! They're claiming you'll pay the 8,000 yuan bill! If you don't—" 

*Click.* Xu Yang hung up, muttering: "Scammers these days can't even get basic info right. I don't have a sis—" 

His blood froze. 

*Sisters.* 

*Hotpot.* 

*Hell Spicy Broth restaurant.* 

"Fuck!" He sprinted toward his car. 

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Chaoyang Police Station's interrogation room resembled a warzone. Liu Shishi sat primly in handcuffs, her denim shorts smeared with chili oil. Behind her, Yang Yin giggled while finger-painting chili patterns on the one-way mirror. 

A bandaged chef pointed accusingly. "They ate 15 plates of premium beef! Drank two cases of Moutai! Then the short-haired one threw a shrimp platter at me when I mentioned payment!" 

Liu Shishi lifted her chin. "The broth lacked medicinal balance. Five spices missing—an insult to culinary tradition!" 

Yang Yin blew a chili-stained bubblegum bubble. "We left artistic reviews!" She gestured at walls splattered with Sichuan peppercorn "abstract art." 

The officer massaged his temples. "Ladies, unless someone posts bail—" 

*Bang!* The door flew open. Xu Yang stumbled in, hair wild from sprinting. 

"Sorry officer! My... cousins just arrived from the countryside!" He slapped a wad of cash on the desk. "Here's 10,000 yuan for damages!" 

Liu Shishi's eyes narrowed. *"Cousins?"* 

Yang Yin whispered: "Play along! Jail uniforms are so last dynasty!" 

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Outside, Xu Yang herded the ghosts toward his car. "Are you insane? Ghosts don't eat!" 

Liu Shishi sniffed. "We paid tribute through aroma appreciation." 

"You inhaled the essence of 15 Wagyu steaks! The restaurant's profit margin evaporated!" 

Yang Yin burped spectral chili fumes. "Relax~ We left a five-star yelp review in ectoplasm." 

Xu Yang's phone buzzed—a notification from "Ghost Market Trader": 

**Urgent! Night market raid tonight! Three ghost kings hunting living intruders!** 

He groaned. This night wasn't over yet.