Zheng Xiu was livid.
'What lamps? What Bund?'
'How can a person be a lamp?'
'Are the candles made from corpse oil?'
'So every hundred years, Zhu sends three people in just to "light the lamps"?'
'Burned to ash, its weeping tears run dry?'
The implications were suddenly terrifying.
The Orange Cat had just told a terrifying story in the form of a riddle.
It left Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu utterly confused.
In truth, neither of them had ever witnessed the sights of the Darkness. They couldn't possibly understand what the Orange Cat was talking about.
Zheng Xiu knew that spanking the cat would just be rewarding it, so instead, he picked the Orange Cat up and squished its face, pulling its cheeks until they were round and then flat.
"So you're just going to speak in riddles, is that it!"
"You're a riddle cat now, huh!"
"Lamps, is it!"
