Morning light spilled over the rooftops, chasing away the mist that lingered between the narrow streets of the capital.
Vendors were already shouting prices for steamed buns and sweet tea, their voices rising above the clatter of carts.
The smell of breakfast filled the air — warm, familiar, tempting.
Too tempting for three hungry ghosts.
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The Ghosts and the Buns
Fen Yu hovered above a bamboo basket overflowing with steaming buns.
Her eyes gleamed. "They smell divine… just one bite!"
Wei Rong folded his arms. "You don't even have a stomach."
"Then I'll eat with my soul!" she declared and snatched one.
Within seconds, half a dozen buns floated mysteriously through the air. The vendor's mouth fell open.
"By the heavens! My buns are flying!"
Panic rippled through the crowd. People gasped, dropped their coins, and began praying loudly.
Down the lane, Ananya froze.
Six buns hovered toward her like obedient messengers from chaos itself.
