Short, Light, Free Chapter 193: Ghost Market (Part 3) I

"You're not seriously pinning all of these on that broken watch, are you?" Dahai asked, disbelief evident in his tone.

"I don't know where that grandmother is now. What should we do?"

"Do you remember her appearance?"

"It was so dark when she visited the ghost market at... wait, no. I remember," I corrected myself as a blurry image of that woman popped in my head.

"Really?"

"I remember customers who have bought my dolls, in fear that they would find and reprimand me for selling fake goods."

"Draw a portrait when you get the chance," he said.

I nodded and opened the watch. "The needles weren't here when I gave them to Pang Guang. He must've sought a repairman to add them in. I feel like something might happen if I remove them."

Dahai smiled and raised his electric drill in the air.

"We should get someone else to do it," I suggested.

"Come, I'll drive," Dahai said.

"Where are you bringing me?"

"Do you remember wha