"Did you get this beef jerky from the cemetery again?"
Iron Rust asked.
"Yeah. Originally, it was a whole cow, but after compensating for the pot, only these scraps were left."
Liu Zheng shrugged and said.
"It's already good. They haven't had proper food in a long time."
Iron Rust looked at the children with gentle eyes.
"Speaking of which, there's something I'd like to see if you agree with."
He took out the "Ghost Painting·Vendor" and explained its origin and function to Iron Rust.
"They can't enter this painting."
Iron Rust shook his head, not explaining further.
"Alright then."
Liu Zheng regretfully put away the ghost painting.
He wasn't craving the children's combat power, just wanted to take turns bringing them out for some fresh air.
"Your intention is good, thank you on behalf of the children."
Iron Rust said.
"I should be thanking them."
Liu Zheng waved his hand.
Without Paul's sacrifice, he would have died at the hands of the Divine Demon long ago.
