"That's right, that's right, Qin Chenghuang, you can't chase us away,"
the remaining voices chimed in.
It was quiet for a moment before the magnificent voice snorted, "At least you have some conscience."
Right after that, Jia Liu felt the table above his head tremble, and then two oily black riding boots landed in his field of vision.
The owner of the boots stamped his foot, "Come on."
The others chuckled, "Let me move this offering table."
"Don't touch it, soy-braised pig trotters must be eaten seated to truly savor them."
"Alright, we'll listen to you, listen to you. Qin Chenghuang, I toast to you."
Outside, glasses clinked and the aroma of meat filled the air; four beings, neither human nor demon, were feasting together, enjoying themselves immensely.
From time to time, leftover clamshells and pig bones were tossed onto the offering table, leaving Jia Liu salivating.
