Looking at the pinky finger Feng Xue extended, with the titanium crystal ring on it, Ghost suddenly felt an urge to laugh. How old were they, still doing pinky promises?
However, considering this was one of the few people who had managed to bring offerings in recent years, Ghost still extended its withered finger.
Their fingers hooked together, and the corners of Feng Xue's mouth curled up. While shaking their linked fingers like a child, he said,
"Lying will get you a thousand needles to swallow!"
"I swallow your grandma's mouth!" Ghost cursed inwardly, but Feng Xue was a man of his word. He immediately pulled out three sticks of incense from the netherworld paper packet and planted them in front of the coffin. Using the flame from before Mao's white candle to light them, he then waved his hand and said,
"Enjoy the food and drink!"
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