"Master, I smell corpse energy. Are there zombies here?" Blood Skeleton asked in some confusion.
The wooden door creaked open, and my headlights shone into the shop. Inside, I saw a great many paper offerings. Some were white, some green, and others gold or silver: houses, cars, gold ingots, and plenty of strange things.
"Has my son returned? What joy this brings me." A spry old man with red hair and a red beard was the first to step into the hall. Two somewhat younger, middle-aged men followed him.
"Whether it tastes bad or good, no one invited you to try it." Tao Hua sat there with an ugly expression, black energy rising from her body and an oppressive air hanging around her. She did not know why she had failed to hold herself back. By the time she realized it, she had already spoken coldly.
He took one last look at Jingyi on the sofa and put away the handkerchief in his hand. Finally, he gave that sleeping face a meaningful look, his gaze lingering over her delicate features as the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. Sleep well. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be better.
Jingyi could not help touching her face. It really was a little hot, probably because of the weather.
"A large pitcher, then!" Zhao Sifang said mildly. I nodded and could only go back to the Liquor Cabinet in silence to get it. Seeing me like this, the private room's DJ gave me a comforting look, as though saying she had long since grown used to such things.
Lee Yi nudged Wu Qiang. Damn it, he actually fell asleep. Did my talking really sound that much like a lullaby?
After closing the main doors, I stepped back a few paces. Only after