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Chapter 1117: Chapter 1117: Little Girl, Grandma Invites You for Soup

"Grandma, I’m scared. Can you accompany

to... go?" The small grocery store here, besides selling food, has essential incense, candles, and joss paper, along with Paper Man and Paper Horse.

I was just standing there about to pee my pants, too scared to go in alone, pitifully begging Qing Li, "I’m not afraid of anything except those floating things."

"Grow up. The shop is very clean, nothing bad there, hurry up." Qing Li urged

coldly.

I felt she was no longer the grandma who cared about , like a pitiful abandoned child, sobbing, "Okay~ I’ll go, I’ll go, can’t I~"

Looking at the grocery store that’s eerily dark even in broad daylight, without any lights on.

With a face of resignation, I walked over heavily.

Weird, grandma is so fond of .

Why suddenly ask

to buy things myself? It’s just a short distance, why not accompany ?

Could it be that grandma wants

to be brave, to train my mind?

Yes, that’s definitely it!

Thinking of this, I tried to dispel the fear in my heart.

Walked into the store and picked up a bottle of Eight Treasures Congee, the bottle was a bit rusty from the shelf.

Anyway, it’s for Brother Piao in the Shrine, dirty packaging is okay.

Just as I was about to take it and check out, after picking up the bottle of Eight Treasures Congee.

A uniquely styled urn appeared behind the shelf, scaring

so much I fell to the ground.

Knocking over the shelf behind , the sound of goods falling to the ground echoed.

The grocery store owner ca over, seeing

pale as dirt, sighed, "Didn’t hurt yourself, right? It’s just an urn for sale, empty inside, rely a cosplay prop."

"Oh oh oh, sorry, calculate how much the fallen items cost, I’ll pay you back." I said as the grocery store owner helped

up, legs unexpectedly weak.

Even if there’s nothing inside the urn, it’s still scary.

Better check out quickly and escape, only feel safe back with Qing Li.

"What fell behind was really just tissues, can’t break, the Eight Treasures Congee is two bucks, cash only." The grocery store owner looked at my scared witless state, face full of helplessness, unwilling to make it hard for .

Though Qing Li lives in the loft, she’s not lacking in experience at all.

Thankfully, she gave

two Steel Coins, or else I couldn’t even afford the Eight Treasures Congee, "Here you go."

Paid the money, I hurriedly ran out, as if a monster was chasing .

Oh dear, scared the life out of .

Reached the phone booth, only then did I notice Qing Li seed gone.

"Grandma~" I called out for her but got no response.

I tried going through the Shrine, but barely taking a few steps outside.

Saw a flash before my eyes, back to the phone booth.

Definitely trapped in this ghost maze...

I used to think I was invincible, quite powerful already.

Now I’m tightly trapped by a small Shrine, and the god within is no ordinary god, but the Five Passages God who brings wealth.

The Five Passages God in Zhuji Village was fake last ti, this ti it’s the real deal.

Currently, I have two choices: use a charm to break open the Shrine.

But if there truly are divine spirits inside the Shrine, I’d offend five gods at once, and they’re all vengeful Evil Gods.

Using heavenly fire could burn everything away.

But after lighting the fire, would I end up being invited to the station for a tea talk?

While struggling with options, a bizarre scent of grave soil suddenly wafted in the air, and I looked up to see an emaciated old lady, skin wrinkled like orange peel, "Young girl, did you lose your way? It’s okay, co to grandma’s house. Grandma and grandma’s grandson will offer you soup."

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