"Uh..."
The Forest Cat, still with black gauze wrapped around her neck, couldn't help feeling a bit creeped out as she watched Li Ang squatting on the ground, giggling eerily while picking up trash. She asked subconsciously, "Are you..."
Li Ang's expression turned serious. Squatting, he turned his head and said in a deep voice, "I'm cooperating with waste sorting to be a civilized citizen. This is positive social energy!"
The Forest Cat was completely baffled. She thought Li Rising had also been cursed with some kind of mental interference, so she instinctively backed up half a step and clenched her whip tightly.
"Don't be afraid." Li Ang waved his hand, picking up the pile of shriveled lungs and minced polyps. He said indifferently, "Actually, I am an outstanding chef who graduated from 'New Western Cooking School.' I'm well-versed in a life-based skill called 'Cuisine After Death.' I can turn some extraordinary ingredients into meals with special beneficial effects."
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