"When your friend gave you this Dark Token, did he tell you anything?" Xia Liang asked, leaning on his chair.
"I remember he said that at one o'clock every morning, I should offer it a stick of incense. He called it 'feeding' the token. I didn't pay much attention at the time, so I never did it," Zhang Liangcai said with a gloomy expression.
Xia Liang now understood the root of the problem. Zhang Liangcai had been freeloading off the ghost in the Dark Token, failing to provide the required tribute on time, and the entity had grown temperamental.
"Mister Xia, you have to save Liangcai!" Zhang Yuanzhou was startled by the situation, but he quickly realized that Xia Liang was his only lifeline.
"I don't want to die!" Zhang Liangcai cried, his face etched with pain.
"Don't panic. This ghost can't harm you for the time being," Xia Liang said calmly.
