The possessed tiger father muttered to himself, and the tiger-man immediately showed an excited expression.
"Turns out dad had all these hidden reserves, now we finally have rice to cook."
Bao Shaqing convulsed again, returning to a solemn expression.
"Has your father explained everything clearly to you? If there's nothing else, please go ahead—don't forget the incense money."
The tiger-man handed one silver to Bao Shaqing and walked out with a beaming smile.
Xiao Jie watched from the side, amused, thinking to himself, isn't this just like playing shaman?
Well, alright, shamans do this kind of thing...it makes sense.
Bao Shaqing looked at the others and said, "What guidance do you seek? Do you wish to communicate with some deceased ancestor?"
Haoye Starry Sky immediately recited the previously discussed story.