The Tomb Guardian said.
"Alright. Brother Ma, do you want some?"
Liu Zheng asked.
Skinny Horse shook his head furiously.
Unlike his master, he didn't seek out such thrills. Even in the cemetery, there's plenty of fun to be had without chasing excitement in this way.
"Save an extra portion for him."
The Tomb Guardian ordered.
Clearly, this was the punishment intended for Skinny Horse.
"Yes."
Liu Zheng gave Skinny Horse a helpless look, and the latter responded with a look of utter despair.
Leaving the cemetery, he headed to the Clinic.
The Jiwei Group, having received advanced notice, was well-prepared.
"Here's the ingredients."
Following the sequence, Liu Zheng took out the bile of Stinky Snake, sewer mud, waste water from the Garbage Processing Plant, rotten corpse meat from the cemetery, and old bandages from the hospital.
