This was a gently sloping hill, with a path that was charmingly constructed, but it appeared less even at night.
Ah Qing took the lead, with the other five following closely behind, step by step chasing after the group of ghosts, slowly following Yan Shihao up the mountain.
As they got closer, everyone was surprised to notice that he seemed to be carrying a small bag in his hand.
It was a semi-transparent bag, with something yellowish and whitish inside, not very clear what it was. But a few big characters were clearly printed on the bag, Ah Qing's gaze intensified as she read each word aloud, "Organic Pure Corn Flakes, bulk discounts available..."
— What is this ghost doing?
"Carrying corn flakes up the mountain to deal with alpacas? Those ghost alpacas don't eat this stuff..." remarked Ah Qing, puzzled.
"Corn flakes... corn flakes..."
Yu Dandan muttered to herself, "It sounds more and more familiar, I'm sure I've encountered it here before!"
