The thought of delicious food waiting for them ahead drew them in like an invisible force, making them run forward without a care in the world.

Even if there's a pitfall, I'll willingly jump in.

The above is a self-narration from two food-loving sisters.

It was just before dawn, in the last bit of darkness before sunrise. The twin sisters, full of passion, came to find Boss Lu. Seeing the obstacles blocking their way, they wanted to sing a song of justice.

Do you see the misty graveyard?

Stone tablets stand upright, and through the hazy mist, they appear as if indistinct figures.

Faintly, one could also hear bursts of mournful weeping.

Like weeping and lamenting, a sorrowful and lingering lament.

This group of "tigers" blocking their way caused the two people who had come by taking a shortcut to hold hands and refuse to let go.

"Don't be afraid, the sun will come out eventually."

"It's just an ordinary cemetery, there are no ghosts there."

"As long as we get out of here, we'll be able to find Boss Lu."

"Pancake, think of that big, round pancake."

Mumu comforted Tiantian, but her own voice trembled.

Who says cultivators aren't afraid of ghosts?

"Let's sing..."

Sweetie felt the slippery, cold sweat on their palms and swallowed hard, making a suggestion.

"Get up, get up..."

Mumu took the lead, and at this moment she didn't care about maintaining her sweet voice, she shouted as loud as she could.

A series of loud songs, off-key, echoed along the winding mountain road.

Even the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the cemetery was somewhat dispelled by the singing.

Amidst the "wailing and howling," Tian Tian vaguely heard some movement on her left, a whooshing sound, like the hem of a garment brushing against the grass.

"A ghost! There's a ghost!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Sweetie screamed and grabbed Mumu, burying her head and running for her life.

What a despicable navigation system! I'll file a complaint when I get back.

Neither of them dared to look back as they charged forward. Mu Mu felt she had run very far, but the faint footsteps behind her continued to approach.

"Don't eat me!"

Mumu shouted.

"Then who do you want it to eat?"

Sweetie glared at him. "You promised to hold hands and walk together. There's no love left in that!"

"You like to eat vegetables, so your meat is more tender."

Mumu's argument is well-founded.

"If you like to eat meat, and your meat is rich in oil, you can cook it however you like."

Sweetie turned the tables on him.

She tried to let go of Mumu's hand, but Mumu held on tightly.

True sisters die together; we'd rather not be fake friends.

Perhaps the conversation between the two was too explosive, because the footsteps chasing behind them disappeared.

Realizing this, the two saw hope and continued their rapid advance.

"Hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?"

Suddenly, a male voice spread across the graveyard. The voice was clear and clean, without any hint of yin energy.

"Male ghost, don't even think about tempting me!"

Knowing she's a sucker for voices, so she's trying to seduce her with illusions, right? Mu Mu sneered, her face full of shrewdness after seeing through her schemes.

The voice came again.

"First, I am not a male ghost."

Mumu: Anyone who believes that is a fool.

"Secondly, you've been going around in circles in the graveyard. If you want to leave, come with me."

Sweetie: Ghosts really do spout nonsense.

"Third, I know where the Boss Lu you're looking for is."

Mumu and Tiantian: They know Boss Lu, what he said is true.

The two exchanged a glance and stopped, then took out a bunch of offensive and defensive magical artifacts and set them up.

If you really see a ghost, bombard it with all your might. No matter how powerful the ghost is, it will have to take a hit first.

Seeing that the two had finally stopped running, a young man walked out of the graveyard.

He had a handsome appearance and a cheerful smile on his face. He even took the initiative to greet the two of them.

"Hello, I am a villager from Xiaohai Village. My name is Cheng Yang. Today is the anniversary of my mother's death."

He came here to pay respects at the grave, and Cheng Yang, who was mistaken for a ghost, was also helpless.

Their village just doesn't like to communicate with the outside world, so why do people suspect they're not human every time they meet a stranger?

These days, being a ghost is a dead-end job.

Only when they saw a living person standing in front of them did the two of them truly believe it.

"The pancake vendor is at the east entrance of the village. This way leads to the west entrance. Follow me."

Cheng Yang led the way, and the two quickly thanked him and followed.

They passed many graves along the way, and Mumu carefully looked around, still feeling lingering fear.

Before long, a main road appeared ahead, but looking back, the entire cemetery was still shrouded in thick fog.

"I'll stop here. Just follow this road and you'll see Mr. Lu."

Cheng Yang smiled, pointed to the road ahead, and then headed towards the village.

"Brother, why don't you come with us? I'll treat you to some pancakes as a thank you for showing us the way."

Sweetie tried to persuade him to stay, and Cheng Yang's face showed a hint of attraction, but in the end he shook his head and refused.

"Never mind, Uncle Xia won't let us eat pancakes, saying that food from outside isn't clean."

"You may go."

Cheng Yang did not linger any longer, his figure once again shrouded in the thick fog.

Mumu grabbed Tiantian's hand to stop her from trying to persuade her to stay, and gave her a wink.

The two walked along the main road, and soon they heard conversations coming from not far away.

The sounds and colors were very familiar.

It's Boss Lu.

Only now did Mumu finally breathe a sigh of relief. When Tiantian turned her head, she realized that Mumu was covered in cold sweat.

What's wrong with you?

Sweetie asked, puzzled, "Isn't everything alright? Why were you frightened?"

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