An hour later. When Xie Hanzhou found the door with Lu Chaoyan, the cave was already empty.

In a short while, Xie Hanzhou had finished exploring the cave. "There were fluctuations detected by the tracking charm, so it seems they split up and escaped. It hasn't been long."

The sky was dark, like a large leaden cloud. The heavy fog pressed down and piled up in people's hearts, making them feel gloomy.

The weather in the mountains was unpredictable, and a few snowflakes mixed with withered yellow leaves were blown into the entrance of the cave by the cold wind.

When Lu Chaoyan saw the ordinary snow, her pupils shrank. She took a few steps back and stood in front of Xie Hanzhou, who was about to go out from the cave. She smiled as usual and said, "Hanzhou, you stay in the cave. I'll go out and chase after them. The weather outside has changed."

At that moment, Lu Chaoyan only wanted to prevent Xie Hanzhou from seeing the color of the snow.

She didn't know that several frosty snowflakes had silently fallen on her delicate shoulders, just fell into Xie Hanzhou's line of sight.

Xie Hanzhou did not turn his head. He had been looking at Lu Chaoyan all the time, including little snow ball. His eyes were cold, without sadness or joy, as if he was numb after a strong emotion, or there was a kind of faint persistence.

"The snowstorm on the mountain is getting heavier. We can't delay any longer. Stay in the cave and wait for me." His voice was cold and low, and there was a hint of warmth under the floating ice.

Xie Hanzhou faced the wind and snow alone, following the traces of the tracking talisman down the mountain, while Lu Chaoyan focused on watching his departing figure, her eyes deep and tranquil.

......

Mohui Town.

"The fragrant flowers of the world fade in April, while peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom."

As the flying snow drifted between the mountains of Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest, Mohui Town at the foot of the mountain was still lively with a sense of spring.

Cultivators usually went to the northwest to Guazhou to kill monsters and eliminate demons, and then came to the southwest to Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest to gather medicinal herbs and recuperate. At the junction of the two places, a small town called Mohui Town emerged.

Naturally, the ordinary people didn't miss the opportunity for business, and there were various stalls and restaurants. Over time, it had become a bustling marketplace.

Sang Ling, pitifully, clutching the small amount of silver that she was rewarded by the Witchcraft Cultivator when he was in a good mood. She exited the restaurant under the disdainful gaze of the innkeeper.

There were so many delicious and entertaining things along the roadside, and Sang Ling couldn't help but feel extremely envious. However, she could only squat by the side of the road, staring longingly.

She also had the tracking talisman given to her by Xie Hanzhou on her back, and she knew she was running out of time. She was just struggling to survive.

Sang Ling was speechless.

"Why is my life more miserable than Huanglian's?" She thought.

"Little cabbage, yellow in the ground, two or three years old, no mother..." Sang Ling was in high spirits, and her voice was trembling. It was as if a ghost in broad daylight.

The pedestrian on the street rubbed their arms and quickly walked away.

Sang Ling closed her eyes and shook her head to continue singing. Suddenly, a soft and sweet smell exploded at the tip of her nose, which was extremely attractive.

Sang Ling suddenly raised her head and saw a shriveled old man standing in front of her with a red bean cake in his hand. "Take it, stop singing. It gives me a headache and affects my business."

Behind the old man was a small stall steaming red bean cakes. There were very few customers.

It was only then that Sang Ling realized everyone's reaction. Helplessly, her stomach was empty, so she took the cake and said awkwardly, "I'll leave after eating. I'll leave after eating."

With the cake in her stomach, she could at least die with a full belly.

Sang Ling wagged her little tail proudly. After running away for a long time, she finally figured it out.

She found a new spot, continued to bask in the sun, and tidied herself up while waiting for the killing god to come and claim her life.

When Xie Hanzhou found her after three quarters of an hour, Sang Ling was lying on a large, flat stone, sunbathing.

Soon, a pair of boots embroidered with silver datura stopped not far in front of her.

Sang Ling sighed and felt a bit troubled. She had already digested the last bite of the red bean cake. Could it be that she was destined to be a starving ghost?

The killing intent locked onto him, and the atmosphere froze.

However, right at this moment.

In the middle of the two, a group of people passed through like a gust of wind, rushing towards a stall, as if a crowd of onlookers had barged in, completely changing the serious and solemn atmosphere here.

Sang Ling looked at him coldly. Even the killing god, who was releasing his killing intent, was stunned. At this time, she felt funny and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking in the direction of the voice, a large crowd gathered in front of an old and well-known stall. The place was packed, and the scent in the air instantly captivated Sang Ling, rendering her unable to move.

"What are they eating? Ah, it tastes sweeter than red bean cakes! It must be delicious!" She got up from the stone, stood on her tiptoes, and looked over Xie Hanzhou's head towards that place.

Sang Ling felt that the sweet and fragrant taste of the air had already wrapped around the tip of her tongue. It was so beautiful that it made the corners of her mouth curled up, and her eyes narrowed, resembling a crescent moon filled with joy.

Xie Hanzhou "..."

The corners of his eyes seemed to twitch, and a trace of indescribable subtleness appeared in his eyes.

Before her death, it was the first time that he had seen someone who didn't care about her life and death. She just wanted to join in the fun and care about whether the food was delicious or not.

It was rare to encounter someone who was such a foodie to this extent.

After a while, the half unsheathed sword, for the first time, was pushed back by a finger "Do you want to eat?"

Sang Ling's head nodded vigorously. "Immortal Lord, I would like to have a last meal before I die, so that even if I die, I can die a satisfied ghost. I've heard that when a starving ghost goes to the underworld, their stomachs become huge, their necks become thin, and their mouths can even spew fire. No matter how much they eat, they are still hungry. I don't want to end up like that. Even in death, I want to find peace and not carry so much resentment."

Xie Hanzhou glanced at the Qiansi Ring between her fingers, which made the puppet to be controlled by others. He furrowed his eyebrows, stared at her for a moment, and then said, "After the truth is revealed, you may not necessarily die."

Previously, he said that her hands were full of blood, which was unforgivable, and Xie Hanzhou hated her this evil the most because of the revenge of killing his family. How could he not kill her?

It was obvious that he was lying.

"Immortal Lord! Then I want to have three portions!" Sang Ling's eyes lit up, and she confidently said, "After I finish eating, I will take you to find my master. Puppets are the most sensitive to the location of the Qiansi Ring. I guarantee that you'll be able to catch them all in one go!"

Xie Hanzhou frowned again. Just as he was about to say something, he pursed his lips again and said lightly, "Forget it, I'll buy it for you. Stay where you are!"

Pausing, he turned his head away. "You have the tracking talisman I placed on you. Don't even think about escaping, or I'll kill you!"

A murderous aura filled the air, and the spiritual pressure of a Gold Internal Alchemy realm weighed heavily on Sang Ling's shoulders. It was only when he saw the fear in Sang Ling's face that Xie Hanzhou retracted his aura.

Sang Ling nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "I guarantee that I'll listen obediently to the Immortal Lord and absolutely not walk around randomly!"

The food stall was not far from here, just 20 or 30 steps away.

For cultivators, it would only take a few breaths to reach. Xie Hanzhou confidently sheathed his sword and squeezed into the crowd.

Several steamers were placed on the brown wooden table. Under the white steam, the osmanthus sticky rice and red bean cakes were neatly arranged, exuding a sweet and toothache-inducing aroma.

"It seems that she really loved red bean cakes..."

Suppressing the strange thoughts that popped into his mind, Xie Hanzhou carefully took the package of five sweet cakes from the stall owner and squeezed his way out.

However, when his gaze swept past the large stone where they had agreed to meet, the person who had promised to wait there and must eat the osmanthus sticky rice and red bean cakes had already disappeared without a trace.

Xie Hanzhou smashed the cake in his hand to the ground. It was covered with dust and was trampled by passers-by, but he did not look at it again. "What a little liar with a mouth full of lies."

.......

The wind and snow had stopped.

The dim light shone into a swaying shadow of trees in the Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest.

It was still the original cave dwelling location.

Along the way, Sang Ling almost greeted the whole family of Witchcraft Cultivator!

Just a moment ago. There was a crowded group of people in front of the booth, and Sang Ling was so captivated by the scent in the air that she couldn't move, but her fingers trembled slightly at that moment, she suddenly determined.

That was the signal that the Witchcraft Cultivator was shaking people to fight!

First, she calmed down Xie Hanzhou with her words, and then she was almost forced to rush back to Mt. Mangshan from Mohui Town as if her butt was on fire.

"This old guy! He just doesn't want me to have an easy time! He didn't take me with him when he ran away, and now that he's facing death, he comes to ask me for help! I was forced to play with Xie Hanzhou, that demon. This is really ridiculous!"

By the time Sang Ling was asked for help by the Witchcraft Cultivator through the Qiansi Ring, the Witchcraft Cultivator who had stolen into the cave had already been slapped by Lu Chaoyan and had his face turned into a pig-face.

The Witchcraft Cultivator had originally harbored a fluke, thinking that Tiandao Sect would definitely chase Sang Ling and leave, but he never expected that Lu Chaoyan would still stay there.

This fake Gold Internal Alchemy naturally couldn't defeat the real Gold Internal Alchemy.

As soon as Sang Ling arrived, she saw this classic scene.

She wanted to shout, "Cuizui, smash his head!"

Hearing the noise, Lu Chaoyan stopped and turned to look at the person.

Soon after, her expression became a bit ugly, and she stared at the person in front of her with an uncertain gaze.