Susie stared at the boy.

An ordinary face, even though I didn't know them, it felt like someone I knew...

Suddenly, the young man also looked up, but after just a glance, he shifted his gaze away.

Susie: "?"

In a short while, the young man also came up, but he sat in the lobby outside and ordered a Snow Fish hot pot.

The dishes came quickly, and the young boy ate his meal with his head down, calmly and unhurriedly, without looking around.

Humph, still trying to deceive her?

She already knew who he was!

The ancestor asked again, "Susie, do you know him?"

Susie said, "We didn't know each other just now, but now we do."

Huck glanced, furrowing his brows slightly, he didn't recognize it.

Who is it?

Susie's lips curled slightly, and she lowered her voice mysteriously, saying, "I'm not telling you!"

I don't know why he dressed up like this, but there must be a reason for it.

This head-switching spell is quite advanced. She almost didn't recognize it at first glance.

Rest assured, I wholeheartedly devoted myself to cooperate with your performance!

Susie even pretended not to recognize him, her acting was so good that even the person opposite her didn't notice.

Ledger quietly ate his food, thinking to himself: She didn't recognize me after all, the disguise mask of artifact level is truly impressive!

This mask not only disguises the face, but also completely transforms the body shape and demeanor. Ledger felt that if he didn't give himself away with his words, actions, or eyes, even that mysterious person might not be able to recognize him.

Susie would have a surprised look on her face when she realized her true identity in the future... Ledger couldn't help but smirk.

The two of them finished a meal across a few tables, as if they didn't know each other at all. If it weren't for the fact that the ancestors and Huck were sitting with Susie, knowing that she had just paid attention to that boy, they wouldn't have known about this little interaction between the two of them.

Before leaving, the ancestor glanced at the young man again without showing any emotion.

He couldn't even tell, which shows how extremely clever his disguise was. This young man... could he already be above the level of a great emperor?!

Susie, on the other hand, could recognize him at a glance, indicating that she was very familiar with this guy.

No, we have to be cautious!

The ancestor pulled Susie's hand and quickly left the teahouse.

Ledger: "?"

***

At the foot of Mount Hood, there were many hunting Cultivating Ghosts.

Mount Hood is very big, but there are not many Cultivating Ghosts who dare to step on it. Most of them can only search for traces of prey on the edges.

After Huck saw the "little rabbit" as big as a cow, he was completely shocked.

Do you call this a small animal?

At this moment, several Cultivating Ghosts flashed by and surrounded the little monster, hunting it down.

A "cow" that looks like a rabbit... or rather, a "little rabbit" as big as a cow, but not at all gentle. Its eyes suddenly turned blood red, and it went on a killing spree.

A Cultivating Ghost was bitten in half on the spot, rolling on the ground desperately searching for its body parts, quickly retrieving them and reassembling itself.

Just assembled, the other two Cultivating Ghosts were also torn into pieces. The monster roared, unceremoniously devouring several pieces of human body fragments.

Those few Cultivating Ghosts retreated in fear, and the four individuals surrounded and attacked them. Almost everyone sustained some degree of injury - someone lost their leg, someone lost their hand.

The ancestors said lightly, "Have you noticed anything? There are too few cultivation resources. Devouring demonic beasts is an important way to replenish Yin energy and improve cultivation. In order to cultivate, the Cultivating Ghosts have no choice but to risk their lives."

"During the battle with the monster, the monster would also fight back. Some of them even had their eyes fixed on Cultivating Ghost, setting traps to hunt it..."

"Cultivating Ghosts, the lighter ones lost a leg and a hand, while the heavier ones lost their entire souls to the mouths of the monsters."

Huck could always intuitively feel the hardships of Cultivating Ghost, given how bloody and violent it was.

Sure enough, I saw Huck with a look of sudden realization and deep contemplation on his face.

After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I understood..."

The ancestors were delighted in their hearts, and Susie couldn't help but look over.

He said, "I always said, why are there so many Cultivating Ghosts in Portland? It turns out they are disabled ghosts!"

Ancestors and Susie: "..."

The thinking is tricky, and the focus is peculiar.

Could he say anything more speechless?

Sure enough, it was possible.

Huck curiously asked, "Ancestor, if a ghost loses one hand and one foot, can they grow back?"

Ancestors were full of black lines: "No, are you scared?"

Huck wondered, "Why not? Ghosts aren't humans, they don't have physical bodies, just pure spirits... If their heads can be twisted off and still dance, why can't they regenerate a missing hand or foot?"

Susie's mouth twitched: "Huck, the reason why I'm bobbing my head is because it's still attached!"

"But if one's hand and foot were eaten by a monster, and they were completely gone, how could they regenerate?"

"Although the head was swallowed and couldn't 'die', it could only live a life without a head!"

Just like a headless ghost or a headless fly, it wandered aimlessly for several years , and eventually its soul scattered.

Huck: "Um... Why can't another one be transformed again? So, if I eat the monster that ate my hands and feet, will they be able to grow back?"

The ancestors could no longer bear it: "No! No! No! Do you know how cruel cultivation can be? A slight mistake can turn you into a disabled ghost, or even cost you your ghostly life. Being a Cultivating Ghost is not as easy as you think!"

Huck nodded, "I understand... In the future, when capturing monsters and spirits, we must be extremely careful!"

Susie and the ancestor were speechless and choked up again.

What's going on? It feels like the more I try to persuade Huck, my clear and foolish great-grandson, the more he gets carried away.