Yuan Qingli's face had turned deathly pale. Who would dare to eat this stuff? She tugged at Mu Yingshan's sleeve and whispered, "Let's run, let's go back to the room first."

Mu Yingshan turned to look at her. His eyes were clear and pure, devoid of any worldly concerns.

At this moment, Yuan Qingli had no interest in the stunning beauty she was looking back at; she only wanted to make a quick getaway.

Mu Yingshan stared at her intently, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes.

It seems to be asking why we're running.

In his world, he was the strongest; destroying the world was as simple as flicking his sword.

Why would I be afraid of a mere ghost?

Yuan Qingli: "??"

What? I don't understand that look.

Before she could make a move, the black-hatted ghost's voice came over: "Really not going to eat?"

This time, the voice was completely different from the previous nonchalant tone; it seemed to indicate displeasure, each word cold and menacing, relentlessly drilling into her ears.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to eat right now."

As soon as the words were spoken, the previously crowded corridor was instantly cleared, as if some lewd words had been heard.

Yuan Qingli immediately sensed something was wrong.

“I’ll be very upset if you don’t eat,” the black-hatted ghost said, his head spinning 360 degrees. The sound of his knuckles turning and colliding was even more unpleasant than the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard.

Two streams of mist welled up in the black-hatted ghost's eyes, like two beams of light shining from them.

He tilted his head slightly and grinned, his mouth also made of mist.

In the brief moment between his open mouths, liquid flowed out, dripping and tapping, striking Yuan Qingli's heart.

Around the corner not far away, a few curious heads peeked out, eager to watch the excitement.

"There's a rule here. If you don't eat my food, you can only—"

"Become my food!"

The black-hatted ghost revealed his fierce face, and the black mist behind him transformed into countless slender hands, which darted out like greedy snakes hunting for food, rushing straight towards Yuan Qingli and the others.

The black mist opened its blood-red maw and swallowed half of the walls on both sides of the corridor.

It went down silently.

Seeing that Mu Yingshan was still frozen in place, Yuan Qingli shouted, "Run!"

Mu Yingshan was taken aback when his wrist was grabbed. In the struggle, he discovered the girl's grip was surprisingly strong; he hadn't had a bruise on his hand in years.

The girl in front of me was running very fast, her black hair flying wildly, her face pale. Now, she looked no different from a ghost.

Yuan Qingli, panting, said, "I understand that your original world and this world are worlds apart, but you need to face your own identity. You are only a Level 1 Sword Immortal now. What if you stay in the same place and get eaten by that black-hatted ghost?"

Mu Yingshan was silent for two seconds. He suspected that the girl was manipulating him.

How could a dignified sword immortal be only level 1?

Then, thinking of something else, Mu Yingshan felt there was no need to explain; it was fine if the other party had such a misunderstanding.

Mu Yingshan pondered, "It's no use running away; that ghost is catching up."

Yuan Qingli was too breathless to catch her breath, and had no time to care about the "prop" that had already left her hand. Turning her head, she saw no black-hatted ghost behind her: "Where is he? I don't see him. We didn't run...it doesn't seem like we were running very fast..."

The cool liquid landed precisely on her brow, meandering down her forehead.

"The ceiling is above our heads." The moment Mu Yingshan uttered those words, Yuan Qingli understood perfectly, and her soul nearly fled in fright.

"We caught up with them."

The black-hatted ghost on the ceiling slowly lowered its head, its neck lengthening like a stretched-out thick snake. It must be said, it had remarkable self-control; its neck didn't wobble at all, and it was remarkably obedient.

Dark blue hands rested on Yuan Qingli's shoulders, their dark, murky eyes staring at her as if they had been scribbled on.