Wang Yi knocked on Mu Yang's desk and said, "I'm telling you, be a little more subtle, it's too obvious."

Mu Yang covered his face and revealed his eyes, asking, "What?"

"Ah, that's quite ostentatious to sleep like that."

Mu Yang raised an eyebrow, his voice softening like water, "Ah! Is it that obvious?"

"It's obvious, so obvious that I can even smell the scent of dog food."

"Oh really? Are you full then?"

Full and satisfied, I am stuffed. You have indeed gained nourishment; just look at your tender little face. Tsk tsk, it truly makes others envy you.

Wang Yi's words were filled with acidity. After speaking, he shook his head and walked away without any intention of further discussion. After all, with so many people and opinions, everyone understood.

Throughout the day, Muyang was filled with thoughts of love. Several female colleagues engaged in endless discussions about Muyang, concluding that he must have found a girlfriend.

Mu Yang smiled but said nothing, and no one continued the discussion.

On the way home from work, Mu Yang felt like there was a person shadowing him from a not-too-distant distance. Normally, he would be in high spirits and wouldn't believe in ghosts. So Mu Yang concluded that he was being followed by someone.

Mu Yang quickly walked to the familiar store, crossed the back door, and sprinted towards home. Just as he was about to leave the store, he even took the broom from that shop.

Mu Yang was scared to death. In the middle of the night, it was not the ghosts that frightened him the most, but rather the fear of encountering someone who would follow him.

Mu Yang felt the figure getting closer and closer to him. He became so nervous that even his breathing became heavy. Mu Yang closed his eyes and without thinking, he swept his hand down to strike.

The result was only a crisp sound of a broom hitting the ground.

As Mu Yang opened his eyes, he noticed that the figure behind him had disappeared. The broom lay quietly on the ground.

Mu Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It would be great if he were not human. It would be difficult for someone his size to escape if he encountered a bad person in the middle of the night.

"You promised to help me find a grave."

Mu Yang was about to pick up the broom when his good friend's eerie voice suddenly echoed in his ear, scaring him so much that he dropped the broom again.

After taking a short break, Muyang picked up the broom and returned it to that shop. Then, the man and the ghost walked on the pitch-black path, but this time Muyang could only hear the voice and could no longer see the figure of his best friend.

On the way, however, his good brothers were not idle, continuously persuading Muyang to find a grave for him.

As soon as Mu Yang heard his good friend's words, he became furious. "You're still looking for excuses? What are you trying to deceive me for? Clearly, you're just an unfortunate soul, yet you refuse to admit it! If it weren't for my good luck and encountering a benefactor, wouldn't I have been killed by you by now?"

"No, destiny is predetermined by the heavens, and I have not lied to you. I really am not an unlucky person. Unlucky people are covered in alternating green and black colors, with black and green fumes emanating from them all the time."

Mu Yang chuckled as he looked at his good friend. Wasn't he just like a ghost? Green smoke wafted from his head, accompanied by a foul stench.

"I don't care, anyway, you have to go find me a grave, otherwise I'll show up and appear by your side every day."

"You're not showing up every day now? Besides, I'm headed to the Mingtu family's place, and you definitely can't come in."

The expression on the good brother's face changed. That person he truly couldn't afford to provoke. Just by standing outside his house's front gate, he already felt his soul trembling with fear. If he were to get any closer, he might really bid farewell to this world.

"I really can't get in, but I will appear in front of you every day until you promise me."

Thinking back on those unlucky days, Mu Yang couldn't help but feel that he had had enough.

As usual, Muyang entered the house, while his good friend was also kept outside as usual.

Mu Yang told Ming Tu about the matter of being good brothers, saying that he wanted to help, but was afraid it might not be a good job.

Mingtu held Muyang in his arms as they sat on the sofa, unable to help but feel emotional. This person's character really hasn't changed at all, believing everything others say.

It's just a matter of not relocating the grave properly. Is it necessary for him to use his precious treasure? This kind of dirty and exhausting work should naturally be done by him.