"However, they are ghosts. If they wanted toys, they could just conjure them up themselves, right? They wouldn't need ours..."
Zhang Dadan's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He patted Zhou Yong's shoulder and laughed, "Holy crap! Zhou Yong, you're a damn genius!"
Zhou Yong still didn't know what Zhang Dadan was up to, but hearing the praise, he unhesitatingly responded, "Genius? Took you long enough! I've known I was a genius for ages!"
What seemed like a casual remark from Zhou Yong was actually an epiphany for Zhang Dadan—the oddity lay in the toys, because those toys were real.
Although ghosts possess some minor mana, they can't just create objects out of thin air, which is why people burn paper money, paper houses, and paper cars for the deceased.
These ghost children, if they were truly wandering souls without owners, wouldn't have anyone to burn offerings for them. Naturally, they wouldn't have toys.
