".... Isn't Ming Ze..." Ji Jing was already powerless to explain this misunderstanding." In short…" Thank you, I'll bring it to Ming Ze!"
"Hehe!" Yang Yun happily watched Ji Jing accept it and asked," Oh right, I want to ask about the others in the group…Could he receive such a thing? Buhui and I also want to give them one."
Ji Jing understood. Yang Yun was talking about the ghosts in the cemetery.
" The ultra-light clay might not be able to burn through," Ji Jing thought for a moment." But if you're willing, you can make something else out of paper and bamboo and give it to them. Just like how ordinary people sacrifice, they will burn houses, cars, and so on. But they've been gone for so many years, so they might not want these things. You can ask them."
"That makes sense!" Yang Yun clapped her hands. This was just a model. She knew how to do it too.
