Zhang Jian smirked and shook the small box.
"Hey, maybe I'm overthinking it."
He had never seen ashes before, let alone "living ashes."
"... Maybe it's a soil sample Dad collected?"
He casually shook the box, but then noticed a white, ash-colored finger bone protruding from the half-full ashes.
"Huh?"
Creaaak...
The door opened.
Zhang Jian's father, Zhang Qiunian, walked in, looked at Zhang Jian, at the box, at the ashes inside, and at the piece of finger bone... The father and son both fell silent.
...
At the dining table, Bai Mo opened the takeout packaging—it was donkey meat bread that had just been ordered. Ripping through the paper wrapping, the bread was still crisp, with chopped donkey meat, gel, and green peppers filled to the point of overflowing.
"This vendor is quite genuine."
Bai Mo used his fingers to push the donkey meat in and was about to take a bite when suddenly...
Ring-ring...
The phone rang again.
Another scam?
