Lord Zhu ate a piece, and even seemed to be on the verge of sweating.
"It's really strong, you're being too generous."
"There are some matters I'd like to ask Lord Zhu about."
"Go ahead and ask."
"Regarding the Ghost Market and the Ghost Wealth God."
"Huh, weren't those guys already caught?"
"No, this thing originally belonged to the Divine Land. They turned it into what it is now. The information I got was that nearly a hundred years ago, before the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, some people in the human ghost market worshiped the Ghost Wealth God."
"Huh, there's such a thing? I didn't know that. Hold on, I'll ask a friend."
Lord Zhu picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Get your Ancestor on the line, what are you sleeping for, didn't get enough sleep while you were alive?
You've been dead for how many years, still sleeping now? There's serious business to do, hurry up, don't dawdle, or next time I'll see you, you'd better watch out for a beating from me."
