Listening to Feng Xue's statement, everyone felt that there was something off about this person, but at the same time, they inexplicably relaxed a bit because, at that moment, they suddenly thought that the fire pot dish on the table probably wasn't his doing.
Or to put it another way, no one could have turned a corpse into such a "delicious" presentation in such a short amount of time.
However, perhaps due to the overwhelming allure of the hotpot, it was not until now that people noticed the spirit plaque surrounded by brain flowers, cattle throat, and stomach slices at the center of the round table.
"City God Temple ghost? Could it be that this is the identity of the ghost possessed by the red-faced man? So, are these actually offerings made by the ghost for itself?"
The beer-bellied student exclaimed in shock, but Feng Xue, with her keenness, noticed that he seemed to want to cover up his somewhat obvious swallowing gesture with that somewhat exaggerated exclamation.
