When two Underworld Emissaries drifted into the morgue dragging their chains, the sight before them made them almost drop their Soul-Catching Chains onto the floor.
The Living Group:
- Xingyuan sat cross-legged on the autopsy table, crunching loudly on potato chips.
- Dingdang crossed her legs, cracking sunflower seeds, with a mini trash bag placed right in front of her.
- Yan Luoluo stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall, surrounded by seven or eight empty snack bags at her feet.
The Spirit Group:
- Míngxuān's soul was gnawing on a duck neck, spitting out his tongue as if it were too spicy (even though ghosts can't actually taste spicy heat).
- Qīnglín held half a duck wing, wearing a bewildered expression that asked, "Who am I, and where am I?"
Chapter 165