"Don't trouble yourself, the wedding candy is my thanks."
"Such a good thing shouldn't be wasted!"
A hoarse and old voice echoed near his ear; it was very close.
Jia Ren vaguely caught a whiff of that rotten stench, like an old rice dumpling that had been buried in a coffin for ages, unwilling to sleep, rising from the grave.
A piece of red sugar coating fell to the ground, accompanied by the continuous crunching sounds of chewing.
For some reason, an image flashed through his mind of a dried-up old man with only a few teeth left, gnawing on pale finger bones.
If Extraordinary Power was still with him, he would definitely not resist giving this old geezer a punch.
Now, he could only feign calmness as he rewrapped the candy paper.
Initially intending to return it, he reconsidered, thinking it might come in handy before leaving this place.
"Why won't you eat?"
The chewing stopped, the old voice echoed, and at this moment, a shiver-inducing sensation arose.
