"Fresh?"
Under the dim moonlight, surrounded by darkness, the two seriously discussed what kind of human flesh was delicious. The atmosphere was inexplicably strange. Hu Ma just smiled while watching him, and the man pushing the wheelbarrow surprisingly remained calm.
He slowly lowered the cart frame, removed the rope from around his neck, and grinned at Hu Ma. "It seems you're not lacking in perception."
"Since you've noticed our domain, I want to ask, where does a little walking ghost like you get the courage to disrupt my grand plans and even use an oil pot to cook my evil seed?"
"..."
"I was waiting here precisely to ask you that."
Hu Ma became slightly more serious, squinting as he spoke. "In life, people seek peace and contentment. This village knows the rules and is respectful; it's a blessed place. Why do you come here, disrupt people's virtues, engage in evil-making and ghost-raising, without fear of retribution?"
"Retribution?"
