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If it were a normal situation, he definitely couldn't have handed over that Devil Thought, and the result would surely have been death.
Now, however, he had survived, the two dangers had been resolved, and everything else was no big deal.
Even if the Tomb Ghost spat in his face now, he would still smile and ask, "Brother, are you satisfied with spitting? Not satisfied? Continue."
The Tomb Ghost didn't pay much attention to him, reclaimed everything, and felt uncomfortable staying outside. Every moment was torture, so he cursed while flying away rapidly.
"You don't need to translate, I roughly understand." No.4 decisively stopped the Hungry Ghost's well-intentioned translation.
"Alright, if you need anything next time, remember to come find me here, trustworthy business." The Hungry Ghost waved goodbye, in a great mood, easily obtaining a drop of undiluted Sweet Rain Original Liquid.