Even so, Lanshan is still worried.
"It works. You tell the master that they want to eat me. This is wrong. This is committing evil. This behavior must be stopped!"
After Lan Shan finished speaking, he said to the ghosts staring at him.
"I was sweating, but it didn't smell like pickled vegetables. The smell of pickled vegetables came from helping my mother clean up the pickled cabbage jar at home."
After finishing speaking, he put Wang Keke's hand on his mouth.
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