Little Fatty complained, "Scram! This Daoist Master is attracting evil ghosts, and you're ruining my business."
Toad said in surprise, "Evil ghosts! What evil ghosts?"
This is bad, Chu Hao thought. Don't let this fatty spill the beans. If Toad finds out I tricked him into coming here, he'll definitely get angry, and I'll get bitten again.
Chu Hao said, "Ahem... so you're here to catch ghosts?"
The badly beaten Little Fatty replied, his face a mask of woe, "No kidding! This Daoist Master has been squatting here for so long, I thought the Evil Ghost had finally shown up."
This Little Fatty was indeed a fellow practitioner. After all, a normal person would have been startled hearing Toad speak, but he wasn't surprised at all.
Chu Hao, feeling even more embarrassed, said, "You should have said so earlier."
Little Fatty said angrily, "Did this Daoist Master have time to say anything?"
