Lu Wu made new friends, while in Xiaohai Village, the men knelt on washboards, groaning in agony.

"My wife, please listen to my explanation. I really didn't mean to leave you. I'm telling the truth, I'm not lying to you!"

Uncle Hua clutched his sore buttocks, daring not to utter a word of anger.

His wife went too far; will that butt even be able to touch the bed tonight?

"You're not lying to me?"

"I'm a living, breathing human being, and you're calling me a ghost?"

"You want to get rid of me, don't you?"

"I'm telling you, Hanateki, the only way you can get rid of me in this lifetime is if you die."

A woman stood with her hands on her hips, roaring angrily. She held a feather duster in her hand, and the more she spoke, the angrier she became. She hit Uncle Hua's arm with the duster again, making him wince in pain but not daring to dodge.

"No, no, even if I become a ghost, I want to be with you."

"You are the only woman I will ever love in my life."

"I won't let go no matter who comes."

Uncle Hua pounced on her, hugged her waist, and, with a fawning smile, tried his best to please her.

After being coaxed by sweet words, the woman's expression softened considerably.

She looked at Uncle Hua, outwardly furious, but inwardly already harboring doubts.

In the past ten years, has no one in Xiaohai Village noticed anything amiss?

Of course!

And there are many.

They simply trusted the village chief, who said everything was alright, so they continued with their lives.

How you spend your time doesn't matter.

But she never expected that she would die.

"Knock knock knock!"

Someone was knocking on the door, and a smug look flashed in Uncle Hua's eyes.

Despite his wife's fierce appearance, she still gives him face in front of outsiders, so he doesn't have to keep getting beaten up.

"What are you looking at? Go open the door!"

Seeing Uncle Hua's sly look, Aunt Hua couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

The door opened, and there was Cheng Yang.

Upon seeing Uncle Hua come out, Cheng Yang went straight to the point: "Uncle Hua, how many spirit stones do you have left? I've counted the rest of the villagers who haven't had pancakes yet, and they still need at least two mid-grade spirit stones. Is that enough?"

Cheng Yang spoke too quickly; these words just slipped out before Uncle Hua could stop him.

"Spirit stones? How much?"

He had barely finished speaking when he heard a roar from behind Uncle Hua.

Upon closer inspection, Uncle Hua was almost in tears.

"Ahem, I still need to go find the rest of the people, Uncle Hua, I'll be going now."

Seeing that things were not going well, Cheng Yang quickly disappeared, completely lacking any sense of being the culprit, leaving Uncle Hua to face the storm.

"Hua Li, you still say you have no one outside? Where did you get all those spirit stones?"

"I don't remember you bringing home any spirit stones all these years. Have you been keeping mistresses outside?"

"You're not getting into my bed until you give me a straight answer today!"

After a loud roar, Cheng Yang, who was not far away, peeked out and silently mourned for Uncle Hua for a while.

Actually, Uncle Hua didn't know that everyone in the village knew he was afraid of his wife, and they usually didn't say anything to save face for him.

However, when Cheng Yang went to the other villagers' homes, he found that the situation was much the same.

The couple almost came to blows.

In the end, Cheng Yang was also unable to escape the center of the battle and was accidentally injured.

On a dark and windy night, Cheng Yang covered his swollen cheek and sat with a group of men on small stools at the east entrance of the village.

There were still four hours before Boss Lu was supposed to set up his stall. Having been kicked out by their wives, they had nowhere to go but to wait here.

"What kind of mess is this?"

Some people looked worried and sighed.

"Buy the pancakes tomorrow morning, that should be enough to appease them."

The villager noticed his mouth watering as he picked up the pancake.

"Are you sure you're not just crying harder?"

Cheng Yang chimed in from the side.

He doesn't have a wife, so he can't understand the troubles of these men.

"You little brat, you can't keep your mouth shut, you still dare to say..."

Hua Li slapped Cheng Yang on the head, furious. He even doubted whether he would be able to get in the door the next morning.

A group of homeless men were sighing and lamenting in the middle of the night, a somewhat comical scene that aroused curiosity.

What are you doing here?

"We're queuing up to buy pancakes."

Someone casually replied, only to realize afterward that the person who asked the question was a complete stranger.

They are not from the village.

"Who are you?"

Hua Li frowned as she looked at the man, who was not very old and was fiddling with a Yijie Tong (a type of magical artifact).

"I'm a customer of Mr. Lu's, and I'm just here to familiarize myself with the place."

He set off quite late and only arrived recently. He came to check on things early to avoid missing tomorrow morning.

But he didn't expect that people would start lining up for Boss Lu's pancakes so early.

If he hadn't made this trip, he probably wouldn't have had anything to eat tomorrow.

Fortunately, the man didn't leave either. He took out a small stool and chatted with the men from Xiaohai Village, while also sharing the news with familiar diners.

"Look, there are so many people queuing up at the pancake stand."

As night deepened, many people drifted off to sleep, while others meditated and cultivated themselves. Few paid attention to Yijietong, but it wasn't entirely absent.

A follower of the Baozi Cult got along well with this person and they had exchanged contact information beforehand.

As soon as he saw the news, his sleepiness vanished.

Yesterday, Mr. Lu started limiting purchases, and today some people are desperately queuing up at this hour. Isn't that going to kill them?

No, he can't fall too far behind the others; he has to join the queue too.

The believer, who had just gotten out of his warm bed, casually shared the message with the Xi Jinping cult.

Brothers, I've done all I could, so I'm taking my leave now.

This news might not have caused much of a stir elsewhere, but the members of the Baozi Cult are all foodies, and they are always keeping an eye on any sect news that can find out about Boss Lu.

Some people even set up special reminders.

Upon seeing this, it immediately exploded.

"Seriously, are these people crazy? Why are they queuing up in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Aren't they afraid of dying from exhaustion?!"

"Upstairs, are cultivators really not afraid of sudden death?"

Those who cultivate themselves can remain energetic even after several days without sleep.

"I also think those people are crazy. What normal person would queue up at this hour? Oh, I suddenly remembered that I'm not normal either, so I'll go queue up now."

"Hey, wait for me! Where are you? We'll go together."

"My spirit sword is being maintained. Is there anyone kind enough to let me borrow one of its flying swords?"

Message me privately, I'll come pick you up.

Whoosh whoosh!

Above Yuanhai City, a series of sword lights pierced the sky in the direction of Xiaohai Village.

Some even pulled out their magical flying boats, hoping to get ahead of the competition.

These people are really going to great lengths to get a pancake.

A flood of messages were circulating online, and many believers spontaneously shared their experiences of this event on Yijietong, adhering to the principle of sharing hardships together.

So, in the dead of night, a post was pushed to the top.

Why are the followers of the "Steamed Bun Cult" making their midnight outburst? Follow me to find out.

Lu Wu scoffed and swiped away at this clickbait headline.

Cults are rampant; there are even people who idolize them.

If she had any connection with this cult, I would want to skin her alive to prove her innocence.

Lu Wu flipped through the Yijietong (a document) for a while longer, and only after looking at the gossip did he finally put it down with satisfaction.

Time for bed, time to make pancakes tomorrow morning.