Twelve Mouths, Red and White Collision

"Funeral Feast..."

The moment he heard those words, Nangong Feng's head began to ache. What was there in the haunted house that he could feed them?

At some point, Liu Congming had also put on a mourning cap and blended into the funeral-announcing procession, though his eyes remained fixed on Nangong Feng's every move...

The blackened eerie aura grew increasingly intense, like the hammer of a bell tolling death.

As Nangong Feng's head throbbed, Greedy Money Eerie emerged from who knew where. Wearing a miserable expression, he listlessly said, "Isn't it obvious..."

"When these funeral announcers kneel before the spirit tablets, they aren't showing reverence to them. They're asking for food."

"Asking for food?"

Nangong Feng glanced at Greedy Money Eerie. This NPC had his own special setting in the Dungeon. As long as enough copper coins were offered, he could even become enlightened and reveal information about the Dungeon...

Just like his setting of being invincible as long as he had money.

"What do the spirit tablet ghosts eat?" Greedy Money Eerie asked, his eyelids drooping.

"You mean I need to use sandalwood incense to entertain them?!"

Nangong Feng's scalp went numb at once.

Sandalwood incense was one of the most valuable eerie items in the Surnamed Haunted House. It could directly summon the haunted house's strongest force, the Spirit Tablet Ghosts. Though they could only be deployed for one stick of incense, they were still his strongest trump card.

The fundamental reason Nangong Feng had dared to invade other haunted houses was because he had acquired several sticks of sandalwood incense through missions, using them as the main force behind his invasions.

"Immortals feed on the incense offerings of countless households. Of course eerie beings from every path crave it too!"

Greedy Money Eerie slumped there and muttered,