Chapter 131: Chapter 131: What Normal Person Lines Up at This Hour

While Lu Wu was making new friends, back in Little Sea Village, the men were kneeling on washboards, wailing in misery.

"Honey, please let me explain! I really didn’t mean to abandon you. Everything I said was the truth, I’m not lying!"

Uncle Hua clutched his sore backside where he’d been kicked, furious but not daring to say a word.

’His wife was ruthless. Would his poor ass even be able to touch the bed tonight?’

"You didn’t lie to me?"

"I’m a living, breathing person, and you’re calling me a ghost?"

"You want to get rid of me, is that it?"

"Let me tell you, Hua Li, the only way you’re getting rid of me in this life is if you die."

A woman stood with her hands on her hips, roaring in anger. She held a feather duster, and the more she spoke, the angrier she became. She struck Uncle Hua’s arm with it again, making him wince in pain, though he didn’t dare to dodge.

"No, no, even if I become a ghost, I’ll still be with you."

"You’re the only woman for me in this life."

"I’ll never let you go."

Uncle Hua lunged forward and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist. The big man put on a shameless, fawning smile, doing everything he could to please her.

Cajoled by his sweet nothings, the woman’s expression softened considerably.

She looked at Uncle Hua. On the surface, she was still furious, but deep down, she was already starting to have doubts.

’In the past ten years, has no one in Little Sea Village really noticed anything strange?’

Of course they had.

And many things, in fact.

It was just that they trusted the village chief. The village chief said everything was fine, so they just went on with their lives.

Life is life, no matter how you live it.

But she’d never expected that she was dead.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Someone was at the door, and a flash of delight glinted in Uncle Hua’s eyes.

As fierce as his wife was, she always made sure to save face for him in front of outsiders. He wouldn’t have to take a beating anymore.

"What are you looking at? Go open the door!"

Auntie Hua laughed in exasperation at Uncle Hua’s shifty expression.

When the door opened, Cheng Yang was standing there.

As soon as he saw Uncle Hua, Cheng Yang got straight to the point. "Uncle Hua, how many Spirit Stones do you have left? I’ve tallied up everyone else in the village who hasn’t had pancakes yet. We’ll need at least two more Mid-grade Spirit Stones. Do you have enough?"

Cheng Yang spoke so quickly that the words just tumbled out before Uncle Hua could stop him.

"Spirit Stones? How many?"

The words were barely out of his mouth when he heard a furious roar from behind Uncle Hua.

One more look told him that Uncle Hua was on the verge of tears.

"Ahem, I still need to find the others. Uncle Hua, I’ll be going now."

Sensing trouble, Cheng Yang made a quick escape, utterly oblivious to his role as the culprit, leaving Uncle Hua behind to face the music.

"Hua Li, and you still say you don’t have someone on the side? Where did you get those Spirit Stones?"

"In all these years, I don’t remember you ever bringing any Spirit Stones home. Are you spending them to keep a mistress on the side?"

"If you don’t explain yourself clearly today, don’t even think about getting into my bed!"

After a furious roar echoed out, Cheng Yang peeked out from a short distance away, observing a moment of silence for Uncle Hua.

Actually, Uncle Hua had no idea that everyone in the village knew he was afraid of his wife. They just didn’t mention it out of respect for him.

But as Cheng Yang went to the other villagers’ homes, he found the situation was more or less the same.

The couples were on the verge of coming to blows.

In the end, Cheng Yang failed to escape the warzone and got caught in the crossfire.

On a dark and windy night, Cheng Yang clutched his red, swollen cheek, sitting with a group of men on small stools at the eastern entrance of the village.

It was still four hours until Boss Lu arrived to set up his stall. Having been kicked out by their wives, they had nowhere else to go and could only wait here.

"Can you believe this mess?"

Someone sighed, their face a mask of misery.

"If we buy some pancakes for them tomorrow morning, that’ll surely smooth things over."

The villager’s mouth started watering just at the mention of the pancakes.

"Are you sure they won’t just cry even harder?"

Cheng Yang chimed in from the side.

He didn’t have a wife, so he couldn’t understand the troubles of these men.

"You’re the one with the big mouth, and you have the nerve to say that..."

Hua Li smacked Cheng Yang on the back of the head, furious. He was starting to doubt he’d even be allowed back in the house tomorrow morning.

A group of homeless men sighing in the middle of the night... The scene was so comical it naturally drew curiosity.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Lining up. To buy pancakes."

Someone answered without thinking, only realizing after he spoke that the person asking was a stranger.

Not someone from the village.

"And you are?"

Hua Li frowned at the man. He wasn’t very old and was fiddling with a One World Communication device.

"I’m a customer of Boss Lu. I came here to scout out the location."

He had set off late and only just arrived. He came to check it out in advance to make sure he wouldn’t miss out tomorrow morning.

But he never expected that people were already lining up for Boss Lu’s pancakes this early.

’If I hadn’t come over tonight, I probably wouldn’t get any tomorrow.’

Relieved, the man decided not to leave. He took out a small stool of his own, started chatting with the men of Little Sea Village, and shared the news with some customers he knew.

"Look, lots of people are already lining up at the pancake stall."

The night deepened. Many people were fast asleep, and some were cultivating in meditation. While few were paying attention to One World Communication, they weren’t entirely absent.

A member of the Bun Sect, who got along well with this man, had exchanged contact information with him previously.

The moment he saw the message, any trace of sleepiness vanished.

’Yesterday, Boss Lu started limiting purchases. Today, people were already engaged in a death match of queuing at this hour. This is going to kill me!’

’No way. I can’t fall too far behind. I have to get in line, too.’

The sect member dragged himself out of his warm bed and casually shared the message with the Bun Sect.

’Brothers, I’ve done my part. I’m heading out first.’

If this message had been posted elsewhere, it might not have caused a stir. But the members of the Bun Sect were all foodies. For any news from the sect about Boss Lu, they were always watching.

Some had even set up special notifications.

One look, and the group chat exploded.

"Seriously? Are these people nuts? Who lines up in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Aren’t they afraid of dropping dead?"

"To the person above, Cultivators really aren’t afraid of dropping dead."

Cultivators can go for days without sleep and still be perfectly energetic.

"I agree, those people are crazy. What kind of normal person lines up at this hour? Oh, wait, I just remembered I’m not normal either. Well then, I’m off to get in line."

"Hey, hey, hey, wait for me! Where are you? Let’s go together."

"My Spirit Sword is being maintained. Any kind soul willing to let me bum a ride on their Flying Sword?"

"DM me. I’ll come pick you up."

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

Above Yuanhai City, a cluster of sword lights streaked across the sky toward Little Sea Village.

Some people even took out Magic Treasure Flying Boats, hoping to get a step ahead of everyone else.

These people were really going all out just to eat some pancakes.

Messages flooded the screen. Acting on the principle that misery loves company, many sect members began spontaneously sharing their activities on One World Communication.

And so, in the dead of night, a post was bumped to the top.

*Why Are the Bun Sect Members on the Move Late at Night? Click and Follow, and I’ll Show You What’s Happening.*

Lu Wu sneered at this kind of clickbait and swiped it away.

’Evil Cults are getting so audacious, and people actually follow them.’

’If I had anything to do with this Evil Cult, I’d skin myself alive to prove my innocence.’

After scrolling through One World Communication a while longer to catch up on the gossip, Lu Wu finally put it down, satisfied.

’Time for sleepies. Gotta get up early tomorrow to make pancakes.’

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