"Aba aba..." Mao Feiyang barked like a dog but explained this time, "The Law likes eating pudding. These are the words she engraved, which Amon dug out from the mountainside and used as a tombstone..."
"Uh..." Lin Yi smacked his lips, "This 'Designer' Amon has done some research on tombstones too... But this English...?"
"Wei Liang has been here, leaving a word or two in English isn't unusual, is it?" Mao Feiyang said, "And with him around, let's not talk about puddings; he can find even your favorite things if he wants to."
"Huh? What do I like?"
"Glutinous rice lemon tea."
"Get lost! That's what Liangzi likes!"
"Quit arguing." Kuai Hongji interrupted Mao Feiyang and Lin Yi, "Maozi, come by my side; I need to unravel the matrix and see what backdoor Amon left."
Mao Feiyang promptly shut his dog mouth and shrank next to the tombstone.
Kuai Hongji placed the old kerosene lamp by his feet, then stretched his hand onto the tombstone.
"Buzz—"
