In the cemetery, there are only the dead or offerings for the dead, and it's rare to have a meal for the living, especially a meal as exquisite as this.
Seeing that the tomb guardian hadn't returned, he gestured at Liu Zheng with a nod of his chin, then motioned towards his own bag with a nod of his mouth.
"Brother Ma, are you asking me to rummage through your bag?"
Liu Zheng asked.
The Skinny Horse nodded.
"This isn't right, if the tomb guardian finds out, you'll end up being planted in the ground again."
He said.
"Neigh!"
The Skinny Horse snorted impatiently.
Meaning it wasn't afraid, so why should Liu Zheng be?
"Alright then."
Liu Zheng did not hesitate further, reached into the bag, and randomly pulled out an item.
It was something like a bowl, slightly larger than his palm, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with an irregular shape. The edges were chipped, and the bowl's bottom didn't have the usual base, looking neither sturdy nor stable.
