Half a minute later, Red Pig crawled out of the grave.
The Porcelain Pillow in its hand was gone, replaced by a brown flight jacket.
The jacket was riddled with tears and patches.
But the patches had been applied over the original damage, so they only made the jacket look slightly less shabby without concealing the tears.
"Chihaya bought me this jacket. I wore it from the day she bought it until the day we were shot down."
Red Pig stroked the jacket, filled with nostalgia and reluctance.
"Take it."
It closed its eyes and resolutely handed the jacket to Liu Zheng.
Liu Zheng took the flight jacket, but no item description appeared.
"What's this for?"
he asked.
"I cut off a portion of my spirit body and stored it inside the jacket. As long as the jacket isn't destroyed, it won't dissipate for a year. If it's kept somewhere with abundant Netherworld Aura, the storage time can be extended even further."
"The split soul only has a quarter of my strength and isn't very intelligent, but it will obey your commands completely. It's enough to deal with ordinary petty thieves."
"If you feed this fish to it, its strength can surge to a level slightly above mine. But after that burst of power, the split soul will collapse."
Red Pig explained.
"You'll be okay after splitting off a quarter of yourself?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"I'll be fine as long as I don't fight. Besides, I won't fight anyone except when you two come here."
Red Pig glanced at him.
And now that Chihaya had returned, it had even less reason to fight.
"By the way, what happens when that host sobers up after forty-nine days?"
As a pilot, calmness and rationality were its instincts.
After its wild joy subsided,