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New novel coming soon: "China's Culinary God." The most outrageous chef in history, with master-level knife skills and heat control learned in a flash! Cool, scheming bottom VS sharp-tongued, masochistic top. Updates daily at noon. A lighthearted story. Lu Ping'an's grandfather was a Celestial Master of Mount Longhu. After committing a grave taboo, he was expelled from the sect and forbidden from being buried there after his death. The former chief Celestial Master decreed that unless he made up for his wrongdoing with great merit, he could never return to Mount Longhu. To let his grandfather's soul return home, Lu Ping'an taught himself thunder magic and accumulated merit by exorcising demons and driving out monsters... That's right, this is a story about a protagonist who keeps fighting ghosts and catching demons to accumulate merit. The Taiyi secret arts that seize the workings of Heaven and Earth, the mysterious Scorpion Sect of Miaojiang, the strange and uncanny black magic of Thailand... Actually, this story isn't all that grim. It's lighthearted: a supernatural story about a couple fighting monsters and earning merit together. Haha. "L-let go." Lu Ping'an tried with all his strength to push Mu Yang away. Mu Yang kept his eyes closed and clung to him stubbornly, like a koala, as if he wanted to hang his whole body on him. Lu Anxin and Ding Zikai watched from the side, laughing so hard they doubled over. "Are you going to let go or not?" Lu Ping'an said coldly. "Get rid of all of them!" Mu Yang said in a terrified voice. Lu Ping'an kept a cold expression and nodded. He reached out with his right hand, grabbed Mu Yang's hand, and sent an electric arc through it. Mu Yang's whole body went numb from the shock. He couldn't move his hands, and when he let go, he slid off Lu Ping'an and landed on his bottom. "Oh my, why is the little one so scared?" said an old ghost woman who looked to be in her seventies or eighties. "Isn't it because you scared him?" another ghost, an old man, chimed in. "Why are you everywhere I go?" The old woman glared at him angrily. "A gentleman doesn't fight with a lady!" The old man turned away with a haughty expression. "Oh, really? You were so scared of me when you were alive, and now that you're dead, you've grown some wings, have you?" The old woman slapped the old man's shoulder hard. "Planning to rebel, are you?" Just as they were about to leave the alley, they suddenly saw an old woman, who looked to be in her sixties, at the intersection ahead. She stood at the crossroads, looking left and right again and again. She seemed lost, unsure which way to go. Mu Yang hurried over, and Lu Ping'an followed close behind. "Grandma, what's wrong?" Mu Yang asked with a warm smile. "I'm looking for my granddaughter, but, but..." The old woman's hand moved back and forth between the two roads. "...I can't remember which way to go." "It's okay. Tell me your granddaughter's house number, and I'll help you find it." Mu Yang smiled and stepped forward, intending to take the old woman's hand. But just as his hand was about to touch hers, Lu Ping'an grabbed him. Mu Yang looked back at Lu Ping'an, puzzled. Lu Ping'an leaned close to his ear and whispered, "She's a ghost who died recently. Don't disturb the living energy." Mu Yang's pupils contracted sharply. He swallowed unconsciously and looked at the old woman with an awkward expression. Seeing the old woman looking back at him, the flesh on his face stiffened. With great effort, he forced a smile. "My granddaughter lives at Number Six, Lane Five, Meizili Hutong. Young man, do you know where that is?" the old woman asked. "Huh?" After hearing that, Mu Yang's smile looked more like a grimace. He turned to Lu Ping'an and squeezed the words out through clenched teeth: "Am I supposed to say I know or that I don't?" Theme: