The key is that there were many people trapped with him, all of whom were helpless.
"Dad, I'm hungry."
The relentless hunger-inducing machine, Zeng Sheng, could only distract himself by imagining how delicious the pancakes would be.
It's a graveyard, full of corpses, and grass and dirt.
His OCD is about to kick in.
Among the crowd, Mumu and Tiantian, who were experiencing this for the second time, seemed much calmer.
"How about we take another route?"
Mumu suggested that, after all, they might not be able to find a kind ghost to take them out this time.
"But if I walk back, I'm afraid I won't make it in time."
"Yes, Mr. Lu's business is so good that if we take a detour and wait for him to arrive, he might have already closed up shop."
The diners stood in the graveyard, sighing and groaning.
There were cultivators inside who knew how to form formations, but they couldn't find the key point of the graveyard formation.
Shan Ji: This city lord has kept his merits and fame hidden, no need to thank me.
Knock knock knock!
Suddenly, a sound of something pounding the ground came from the mist not far away, very clear and distinct.
Mumu and Tiantian locked eyes, feeling a sense of familiarity with how things were unfolding.
"Who's playing tricks there?"
The loud-voiced cultivators shouted, and some bolder diners walked towards the direction from which the sound came.
Over here, Cheng Yang was carrying a hoe and digging at a grave.
He had discovered the cemetery by chance not long ago, and when he saw a grave with his own name on it, he began to doubt everything about the village.
He could find the tombstones of all the other villagers and match them one by one.
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