In the mouth of compassion in the middle of the East China Sea, the ghosts participating in the audition were cautiously floating on the edge of the soul pool, watching the pool surging into the sky, and suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted.

The magma fell, but I saw a roast chicken exuding bursts of aroma and drifting down. Immediately, they all licked their lips, sniffed and swallowed their saliva greedily, until this time, when they remembered that they were ghosts, they could only smell the smell of meat.

This incense caused all the ghosts to recall their lives, and they sighed in unison: "Oh my God! You can only reward a roast chicken, but the ghost grandchildren can't eat it!"

The huge yellow croaker head looked blank, grabbed the door of the head and asked: "Roast chicken, what is roast chicken......?"

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