"Because the old man was blind in both eyes, the locals called him Blind Grandpa. He was short and thin, with prominent cheekbones, like a skeleton wrapped in a layer of old skin. The first thing he did was tell the troops to hurry and withdraw, saying they should leave the bandits alone because they were surely dead."
"The commander leading the troops was confused and asked how he knew. After all, the bandits had taken lives, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they had a blood feud with the nearby villagers. Blind Grandpa was unlikely to lie just to help the bandits get off the hook."
"After arguing back and forth without reaching an agreement, Blind Grandpa finally revealed something that shocked everyone. It turned out this wasn't the first time bandits had mysteriously vanished like this. It had happened long ago, too. The bandits hadn't disappeared—they'd been invited to a banquet."
"The Ghost Banquet."
As he uttered those two words, Jiang Cheng and the others suddenly felt their hearts tighten. It was as if the words "Ghost Banquet" had changed the very atmosphere around them and drawn something ominous near.
"Are there... ghosts in these mountains?"
The Fatty asked cautiously. Mount Luoyun's expression was solemn, with a hint of something strange in it. Given his standing, he clearly wouldn't try to scare them with some baseless ghost story.
Unfazed, Mount Luoyun continued, "According to Blind Grandpa, their ancestors had warned them long ago that they could enter these mountains during the day to hunt, gather herbs, or do whatever they liked, but they must never spend the night here, especially deep in the mountains on a moonless night. Otherwise, they might lose their minds and go attend a Ghost Banquet."
"And once you eat the food