Something unusual must be going on. Bu Qianqian felt her heart pounding like a drum.

She secretly pinched a talisman and unexpectedly threw it into the yard, then grabbed Aunt Xiang and ran away.

"Ah!" The screams behind her confirmed her suspicions; there really was a ghost!

Aunt Xiang was bewildered and anxious: "What's going on?"

“This fog is abnormal; it has a deceptive effect. That’s not your home!” Bu Qianqian replied, her knee wound tearing open again, but she couldn’t care less, feeling incredibly frustrated.

Mingzhuo had instructed her beforehand to consult a divination master to determine the outcome before taking any action, but why wouldn't she listen?

Something seemed to be chasing after them from within the white mist, and the unusual aura sent chills down their spines.

Soon the two arrived at the fork in the road. Aunt Xiang was about to walk in one direction when Bu Qianqian stopped her.

Especially in times like these, she must not panic. Bu Qianqian took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she took out the peach wood divination cup and performed another divination.

"This way." She walked to the other side without hesitation.

Aunt Xiang: "But that's Hu Mazi's house over there..."

Bu Qianqian: "Listen to me, let's go!"

She pulled Aunt Xiang along for a few steps, and sure enough, she saw Hu Mazi's little house. She quickly ducked inside.

Someone had died in this house, and it was filled with a heavy, eerie atmosphere. Bu Qianqian felt a chill run down her spine whenever she thought of Hu Mazi.

But the divination told her that this was the only way to survive, so she had no choice but to stick to this option.

Bu Qianqian quietly stuck a talisman on Aunt Xiang's back, and a few seconds later, she felt relieved.

Being surrounded by living, breathing people is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.