Li Fan's hands were trembling so incessantly that he spilled half a bowl of soy milk.
Xuantian, "Ho ho ho ha ha ha cackle cackle cackle!"
Before Li Fan could catch his breath, a cheer erupted from the street, "Here comes the mudfish!"
The crowd surged like a tidal wave, with men, women, elderly, and children lifting up tofu to welcome their king.
Then, a giant leopard, two zhang in body length and with fur shiny and bright, appeared. On the leopard's back rode a six or seven-year-old looking girl, holding a stack of debt notes—a deadly girl, with a catfish about three inches long lying on her head...
Well, at least it had grown an inch...
This trio—fish, corpse, and leopard—marched on amidst cheers, nonchalantly taking tickets and slurping tofu, gulp after gulp, emptying even the largest of pots—truth be told, what's so tasty about tofu...
"…Hey! You don't recognize me after all these years?"
