"Do ghosts even smell?" the ship attendant asked dumbly.
Zhang Fengxi pushed Xie Jianyu aside and answered, "He died in a flower field. That's why he smells."
"... Is that so? Does the smell carry?"
"Of course!" Zhang Fengxi insisted. "Why don't you smell me too? I died in a smelly place as well."
The ship attendant leaned forward to take a whiff. He immediately leaned backward in disgust.
"And where did you die at? A garbage dump?"
"..."
Zhang Fengxi gave the ship attendant a scary grin. Before he said or did something suspicious, Xie Jianyu grabbed his ticket and handed it over to the ship attendant.
"I am sorry," he said with a placating smile. "May we please board the ship?"
The ship attendant snorted. He put a tentacle against his nose and waved at the two young men in front of him.
"Go, go, go. Take your smelly friend as far away as possible from me!"
