The Other Shore venieore was much rger than the Red Moon venieore, with shelves stretg seemingly into the deepest parts of the darkness.

  To his surprise, the items on dispy were all on goods from the real world, a dazzling array of daily ies, without any bck blood or filth.

  Qin Nuo walked between the shelves, following the numbers, heading deeper inside.

  Soon, he found shelf number 25, arranged in sequence.

  Looking down, Qin Nuo felt a headache ing on. How long would it take to manage all this?

  He picked up a bucket of water from the side, wrung out a towel. Whether the water was or not, Qin Nuo couldn't tell, but the sticky feeling was real, like blood psma, making him very unfortable.

  Without thinking much, Qin Nuo held a feather duster in one hand and a damp towel iher, dusting and wiping the shelves.

  The process was tedious aed patience, but despite pining of a headache, Qin Nuo could eh challenges.

  W holy was not an option for Qin Nuo; he had his own ideas.

  Wiping a shelf near a light bulb, the faint yellow light reflected over. After finishing, Qin Nuo carried the bucket to the shelf.

  The shelf, covered in dust and cobwebs, turned an unusually bright red after he wiped it.

  As time ticked by, Qin Nuo noticed other shelves also had some White Shadows moviween them, ing and stog.

  One shelf had tape scattered all over the pce. Qin Nuo picked it up aly arra ba the shelf.

  As he straighte, Qin Nuo noticed uhe light that his hands were increasingly red, with sticky blood dripping from his fingers, as if he had just handled a corpse.

  The vivid color was jarring to the eyes.

  Qin Nuo frowned.

  He had knower wasn't , but why did the cet deeper instead of being washed away by the stains?

  fused, Qin Nuo looked back at the bucket.

  Floating oer's surface was no longer a towel, but a human face skin.

  Underh the skin, bck blood was bubbling up.

  Qin Nuo's mouth twitched.

  Damn it!

  What was this, a ghostly illusion?

  He had been using a human face skin to wipe the shelves for half the day. Initially, he didn't mind the sticky feeling, but now that he knew, he wished he could chop off his hands.

  "Stay calm, just treat it as a normal towel," said the Blood-Eyed Ghost.

  "The more afraid you are, the more bizarre things will appear."

  "That ghost doll is watg you from the shadows!"

  Qin Nuo raised an eyebrow, his peripheral vision catg the dark ers around him, and he immediately uood.

  "Is this a test for new employees?"

  Steadying his mind, Qin Nuo picked up the human face skin again and tinued wiping the shelves. The sticky feeling was like a hand digging into someone's internal aremely disgusting.

  Yet Qin Nuo's expression remained unged as he worked diligently.

  After a while, Qin Nuo felt a chill on his back, as if the ghost doll was staring at him.

  The human face skin in his hand suddenly twitched, ing around Qin Nuo's hand, the facial features twisting into an indescribable agony.

  An ordinary person would have throwowel away, instinctively jumping up and causing a mess.

  Such a result would have given the supervising ghost doll an excuse to impose a small punishment.

  What was the small punishment?

  The blood-stained knife in its hand said it all.

  Qin Nuo, however, remained calm, saying, "Just like that, it tighter so I the gaps in the shelves better."

  After a while, the spine-chilliion disappeared.

  Apparently, the ghost doll left satisfied.

  "That little ghost doll seems arrogant. I beat it so badly it won't dare make a sound," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said, eager to show off after opening its third eye.

  Seeing a would say, "Do you like the look of it? If not, I'll take care of it for you."

  Qin Nuo replied, "We're ierritory now. If you take it down, what about the rest? If our identity is exposed, my pn will be ruined."

  "n do you have?"

  "Watd see, you'll find out," Qin Nuo said, not rushing to expin.

  Ding dong!

  The doorbell echoed iore, and the rain outside seemed to have stopped. ers began to ehe store oer another.

  Throwing the human face skin bato the bucket, Qin Nuo pced the bucket in a er.

  Yawning, Qin Nuo leaned against a wall to take a small break while the ghost doll was gone.

  But he hadn't rested long when he heard some noise.

  A er had ehe area Qin Nuo managed.

  Qin Nuo immediately opened his eyes, got up, and walked over.

  Uhe shelf, a little boy approached, wearing a blue and white school uniform, looking around as if searg for something but too shy to call for a stock clerk, appearing very introverted.

  Strangely, the boy's head was ed in bandages, as if he had suffered a severe head injury, with blood seeping through the bandages and dripping onto the floor.

  Qin Nuo didn't bee tense because of this horror, approag with a fident and friendly tone, like an experienced sales clerk: "Hello, little brother, what do you need?"

  "I... I want a roll of bahe ones on my head are old and dirty."

  The boy spoke softly, his voice getting quieter until it was like a mosquito's buzz, clearly very withdrawn.

  "Bandages, huh? Wait a moment, I'll get them for you."

  Qin Nuo said a, remembering the bandages were on shelf number 37.

  Walking quickly, Qin Nuo soon found the bandages oop shelf, divided into several types.

  "Ordinary simple bandages."

  "Excellent practical bandages."

  "Superior durable bandages."

  Three different qualities, with different prices.

  Thinking the boy was a child, he probably didn't have much money, but if the quality was too poor and it broke, it would upset the er.

  Qin Nuo chose the middle-grade excellent practical bandage.

  Soon, Qin Nuo returhe little boy standing obediently, not havi.

  "Here's the bandage you wanted. See if it suits you. If not, I'll exge it for you."

  The boy took the baurned around, and began unwinding the bandage from his head.

  Qin Nuo's eyelids twitched, uo resist gng over.

  As the bandage came off, from his angle, he only saw a small part of the face, as if it had been gnawed or burned, crucially still bleeding profusely without any sign of scabbiremely horrifying.

  Seeing just a part, Qin Nuo quickly looked away, fearing he'd get a stye.

  Soon, the boy had ed a new roll of baightly around his head, but it quickly started turning red again.

  Perhaps it was Qin Nuo's friendly tone, or maybe the bandage was just right.

  The boy seemed very satisfied, his voice filled with happiness: "Thank you, big brother, here's your tip."

  A stack of ghost bills was handed over, and the boy skipped away.

  Qin imated it to be about fifty or sixty, equivalent to five or six hundred ghost currency!

  That could buy ten rolls of superior durable bandages.

  This tip was quite eous.

  "Didn't expect this shy little ghost to be so generous!" Qin Nuo murmured, happily pocketing the tip.

  JOSOLUNA