CLICK-CLACK! CLICK-CLACK-CLACK!
The crisp sound of Abacus Su’s golden abacus echoed across the warm white-jade floor of Heated Wormhole Express Tunnel #1.
To the fifty thousand afro-haired ghost pirates sweeping the highway lanes in yellow vests, that clicking sound was already ten times scarier than the Nine-Nether Ghost Ancestor’s soul-whip. Whenever that spectacled bookkeeper clicked his beads, somebody was about to owe a hundred years of road-sweeping labor!
On the asphalt beside the railway track, the Four Bone-Kings—Bone-King Ku, Bone-King Mian, Bone-King Sha, and Bone-King Gui—had just been pried loose from the outer crust of Old Yellow’s golden camel spit by two Titan workers using giant wooden spatulas.
Even though they could sit up now, their bodies were still locked in solid physical form by the lingering Pure-Yang energy, and four extra-heavy yellow Galactic Debtor Vests had already been buttoned neatly over their dark bone-armor by Hong Ling.
“Let us review the itemized invoice for you four gentlemen,” Abacus Su said politely, holding up a three-foot-long pink paper receipt that trailed down to his knees.
“Item One: Attempting to evade a Galactic ETC Toll Booth by turning into ceiling smoke—four counts at fifty trillion Grain-Notes each. Item Two: Conspiracy to chew on Grade-9 Golden Sword-Beam Railway Tracks with unbrushed ghost-teeth—one hundred trillion Grain-Notes. Item Three: Emergency consumption of one mouthful of Pet Unit Old Yellow’s Grade-9 Golden Sun-Oat Saliva—three hundred and fifty trillion Grain-Notes!”
