Lu Li did not wander the streets aimlessly searching for mischief-making spirits. He stopped the carriage in front of the nearest tavern, entered it with a "coupon" from the Coachman, and casually ordered the same food the nearby patrons were eating, handing over a coupon that would give a share to the Coachman, and then waited for the tavern patrons to scream or burst into abrupt laughter.
A dish worth ninety Shillings with only half a pound of minced meat was placed on the table—but it looked like a lot, piled high on the plate like a hill.
Soon, Lu Li found out why the half-pound of minced meat seemed to weigh more than a pound: the surface bulged and cracked open, and a clay figurine with two heads emerged.
"This human is going to eat the mud off us."
"Hehehehehe!"
There was no need to wait intentionally; the mischievous spirits came to him.
"Where is your elder sister figure?" Lu Li asked them.
"Look, here's someone asking about our elder sister figure."
