CFSMS -Chapter 117 Let Me Tell You a Ghost Story

The thought of delicious food waiting ahead seemed to pull them forward with an invisible force, making them charge ahead regardless of everything else.

If there was a pit, they’d willingly jump into it.

The above statement came directly from the foodie sisters themselves.

It was that dim hour before dawn, when the sky was neither dark nor light. Filled with determination to find Boss Lu, the sisters stared at the thing blocking their path and felt like singing a song about justice.

Have you ever seen a mist-shrouded graveyard?

Rows of tombstones stood upright. Through the hazy fog, they looked almost like shadowy figures lurking in the distance.

From somewhere within came faint, mournful sobs.

Like weeping and lamentation, lingering endlessly in the air.

These “tigers” blocking the road lay directly ahead, forcing the two women—who had chosen a shortcut—to cling tightly to each other’s hands, neither willing to let go.

“Don’t be afraid. The sun’s about to rise.”

“It’s just an ordinary graveyard. There aren’t any ghosts.”

“As long as we get through here, we’ll find Boss Lu.”

“Think about the pancakes. Those big, round pancakes.”

Mumu was trying to comfort Tiantian, though her own voice trembled.

Who said cultivators weren’t afraid of ghosts?

“Let’s sing…”

Feeling the cold, sweaty palms pressed against her own, Tiantian swallowed nervously and made the suggestion.

“Arise, arise…”

Mumu started first.

At this point she couldn’t care less about maintaining her sweet voice. She sang as loudly as she possibly could.

Their off-key singing twisted and turned like a mountain road with eighteen bends.

Even the graveyard’s eerie atmosphere was considerably weakened by the racket.

Amid the “ghostly wailing,” Tiantian vaguely heard movement from the left.

Swish, swish, swish.

It sounded like clothing brushing through the grass.

“A ghost! There’s a ghost!”

Unable to endure it anymore, Tiantian screamed and dragged Mumu into a desperate sprint.

What kind of terrible navigation route was this?

She was filing a complaint the moment she got back.

Neither of them dared look behind them. Mumu felt like they had already run a great distance, but the faint footsteps behind them kept drawing closer.

“Don’t eat me!”

Mumu shouted.

“Then who do you want it to eat?”

Tiantian glared at her.

Wasn’t the whole point of holding hands that they would face things together?

Where had the sisterly love gone?

“You like vegetables. Your meat must be more tender.”

Mumu presented her argument with confidence.

“You like meat. Your flesh is rich and juicy—good no matter how it’s cooked.”

Tiantian immediately counterattacked.

As she spoke, she tried to pull her hand free, only for Mumu to tighten her grip.

Good sisters died together.

No plastic sisterhood allowed.

Perhaps their conversation was simply too absurd, because the footsteps chasing them suddenly disappeared.

Noticing this, the two saw hope and accelerated even further.

“Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”

A man’s voice suddenly echoed across the graveyard.

The voice was clear and pleasant, entirely lacking any sinister quality.

“A male ghost! Don’t think you can seduce me!”

Knowing she had a weakness for attractive voices and trying to lure her with illusions?

Mumu sneered.

Her face radiated the wisdom of someone who had seen through the enemy’s scheme.

The voice spoke again.

“First, I’m not a male ghost.”

Mumu: Anyone who believes that is an idiot.

“Second, you’ve been walking in circles around the graveyard. If you want to leave, follow me.”

Tiantian: Ghosts are full of lies, just as expected.

“Third, I know where the Boss Lu you’re looking for is.”

Mumu & Tiantian: He knows Boss Lu? Maybe he’s telling the truth…

The two exchanged a glance and finally stopped running.

At the same time, they pulled out a pile of offensive and defensive spirit artifacts and assumed battle positions.

If they really encountered a ghost, they’d bombard it first and ask questions later.

No matter how powerful a ghost was, it would still have to survive a full barrage.

Seeing that they had finally stopped sprinting, a young man emerged from the graveyard.

He was handsome and refined, with a bright smile on his face. Upon seeing them, he even greeted them proactively.

“Hello. I’m a villager from Xiaohai Village. My name is Cheng Yang. Today is my mother’s death anniversary.”

He had come to pay respects at her grave.

Being mistaken for a ghost left Cheng Yang feeling rather helpless.

Their village simply didn’t like interacting with outsiders.

Why did every outsider they met suspect they weren’t human?

Being a ghost wasn’t exactly a promising career these days.

Only after seeing a living, breathing person standing before them did the sisters finally believe him.

“The pancake vendor is at the eastern entrance of the village. This path leads to the western entrance. Come with me.”

Cheng Yang led the way, and the sisters hurried after him while thanking him repeatedly.

As they passed numerous graves, Mumu kept glancing around nervously.

The fear still hadn’t left her.

Not long afterward, a broad road appeared ahead. Looking back, the entire graveyard remained shrouded in dense fog.

“I’ll stop here. Just follow this road and you’ll find Boss Lu.”

Smiling, Cheng Yang pointed ahead before turning toward the village.

“Brother, why don’t you come with us? I’ll treat you to pancakes as thanks for guiding us.”

Tiantian tried to persuade him.

A tempted expression appeared on Cheng Yang’s face, but after a moment he shook his head.

“No. Uncle Xia doesn’t allow us to eat pancakes. He says food from outside is unclean.”

“You two go ahead.”

Without lingering, Cheng Yang departed, his figure soon swallowed once more by the thick fog.

Mumu grabbed Tiantian’s hand to stop her from continuing and gave her a meaningful look.

The two continued down the road.

Before long, they heard voices in the distance.

The voice was very familiar.

It was Boss Lu.

Only then did Mumu finally relax.

When Tiantian turned to look at her, she discovered Mumu was drenched in cold sweat.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Tiantian asked in confusion.

“Everything turned out fine, didn’t it?”

“Let me tell you something, but don’t get scared.”

After Tiantian nodded, Mumu spoke in a trembling voice.

“I saw a tombstone earlier…”

Recalling what she had seen, Mumu’s face turned slightly pale.

“A tombstone? I saw plenty of those. What’s so scary about that?”

Tiantian was even more confused.

“The name of the deceased on that tombstone was Cheng Yang.”

Cheng Yang?

Tiantian remembered clearly.

The young man who had just guided them was also named Cheng Yang.

“Could you have read it wrong?”

Though her own face changed color, she still argued back.

“No way.”

Completely confident in her eyesight, Mumu denied it outright.

Her heart was still pounding wildly.

Seeing Tiantian’s uncertain expression, Mumu quietly released her hand and headed toward the stall.

Everything she had said was true.

But her ulterior motive—using the ghost story to distract her sister so she could order first—was also true.

She really was a scheming girl.

Hehe.

“Boss Lu, we’re back! Three of every kind of pancake, please!”

“That’s right! I like mine extra spicy.”

The fragrance of pancakes in the air quickly dispelled the lingering chill in Mumu’s body.

Her bright, sparkling eyes blinked at the stall over and over.

She couldn’t bear to look away.

Even if she died beneath a pancake spatula, she’d still die a happy ghost.

“You tricked me!”

Only now did Tiantian realize she’d been fooled.

Seeing that Mumu had already placed a huge order—and that she’d have to wait a long time before getting any food herself—Tiantian immediately stopped caring about ghosts.

She raised a hand and attacked.

“Stop hitting me! I really wasn’t lying!”

“Okay, okay, I was wrong! I’ll share a pancake with you, alright?”

“What? You want two? No way! Even if you beat me to death, I won’t agree!”

As the two chased each other around the stall in a game of eagle catches chick—while also telling a ghost story—Lu Wu continued making pancakes without pause.

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