After being sucked into the horror game, I silently took out the food basket.
While my teammates were screaming for their lives, I was bargaining with the NPC:
"How long is the shelf life of your resentful hair? How about exchanging three pounds for a bottle of Meng Po soup?"
The Ghost King led thousands of troops to suppress the situation. I took off my straw hat and showed my tentacles:
"Welcome - this farmer is short of fertilizer recently. Would you like to lie down on your own, or should I help you lie down?"
Until the Great Old One came, I bent down to pick up the dropped shopping list:
"Great, this new batch of feed is finally available."
