"Boss, can't sleep, hungry, food..."
"What the hell! That accent of yours is disgusting!"
Bang——
Wu Liang slapped the Puppet Ghost against the wall, nearly embedding it.
After shaking his hand with some distaste, he tidied up the sleeping bag and crawled in, ready for a good night's sleep.
He said he'd do it! He just has to sleep in the West Queen Mother Temple tonight!
"But... Boss, it's not reasonable. Why is such a big ghost left with nothing? Do you know how delicious she smelled?" The Puppet Ghost said, rolling off the wall, feeling wronged.
It was originally waiting for the Queen Mother of the West to be exorcised so it could share the Fierce Ghost's remains.
One good meal, and maybe make a Red-clothed Fierce Ghost Minion infinitely close to City-Destroying Level, right?
But Wu Liang's light words completely turned the Queen Mother of the West into dust, vanishing.
Everyone waiting with bowls had nothing but the cold northwest wind?
"I don't know what's going on."
