"Bro, what the hell is this thing? Since yesterday, I've seen it get torn to shreds over thirty times. It screams just like a slaughtered pig each time, but it just won't die."
Once again taking out peanuts, small dishes, and yellow rice wine, Gao Yi, who was confined here, was as happy as if it were the New Year. With the experience of the previous few times, he no longer thought about escaping. He treated the whole situation as if it were Gu Tao's benevolence, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of eating and drinking, even though he and that pig-headed man didn't get along. It didn't stop them from competing for the wine, though.
"Girl, fill it up."
The pig-headed man set his cup in front of the ghost doll, who obediently poured him another glass of wine. He took a generous gulp with relish, grabbed the diminutive ghost doll, and planted a kiss on it, not minding one bit.
