Near the tower, and beside a big rock, a little light blue ghost stretched out half of its head from the rock.
First, it carefully looked around, and then called out to a nearby Blood Bone Puppet, "Hey, hey ... " It stopped suddenly after calling out twice, and then dove back into the rock. "What should I say, Uncle Tall?" it asked with uncertainty.
"Anything is fine, just say whatever you want." Another voice answers helplessly, "For example, have you eaten today, what did you eat? Was it good? Can you share some with me? Something like that."
"Oh, I see." Little Ghost said in a tone that showed it only half-understood. "Can I invite it to eat Lemon Cake with us?"
"Of course." The voice answered, "You can also invite it to eat Grilled Rabbit, as long as it likes... or should I say, if we had any."
"But I'm a bit reluctant to share." Little Ghost said again, "I only want to share Lemon Cake with Uncle Tall. Hehe, I'll just ask it what it ate today instead."
