Aini’s heart raced as she stood in the dilapidated house filled with the three ghosts. The musty air filled her nostrils, and she shuddered, trying to shake off the feeling of dread that seemed to grip her.

Noticing the ceremonial burial robes the first ghost was wearing, which ancient members of the royal family had been buried in, Aini knew that this must have been Diyi Gengui. She had heard old stories about his legendary power to foretell the future. The idea of him standing before her was both thrilling and terrifying. As she watched the ghost cross his arms and scowl at her, she couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of unease.

But Asher was not one to be easily intimidated. Without thinking, he grabbed one of the scurrying rats that had run out of the house and hurled it at the ghost. The rat passed right through Diyi, landing with a thud on the dusty floor.

“Rude little boy, ain’tcha?” Diyi growled.

Asher grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. He had always loved a good ch