GRMFBS CH277

Zhan Yunkai returned with Zhan Jinli’s bread and dreams.

Ji Yueming stared at the bread for a moment, broke off a small piece, slowly chewed, and swallowed it.

Mmh… it indeed had a certain restorative effect on spiritual energy, but her spiritual energy was currently in optimal condition; without sensing it carefully, it was difficult to notice this tiny change.

She had only tasted the cake made by Zhan Jinli once back when he opened the bakery. At that time, her taste buds had received too much of a shock to notice this minute change in spiritual energy at all.

Ji Yueming picked up a bottle of water and began to drink.

“I think the difficulty of realizing this dream of Jinli’s is a bit high. Why don’t we just drop it?”

Zhan Yunkai, who had likewise broken off a small piece of bread, nodded slowly: “Why don’t we find some other things that can restore spiritual energy for Yan Yan instead?”

It was too pitiful for the child to eat this every day.

The husband and wife quickly reached a consensus.

However, regarding what to feed Yan Yan, they still had to clarify his condition first.

Over the past ten-odd years, they had always thought Yan Yan was an ordinary person.

Less than two months ago, when Zhan Yan suddenly fell in love with his brother’s bread, the couple had secretly examined him, and the examination results at that time were all normal.

Yet tonight, both of them had seen Zhan Yan leap straight up from the ground over ten meters high with their own eyes.

Although he later failed when he secretly tried hopping behind their backs, he was so cute… no, being able to do it even once proved that Yan Yan’s current physical constitution was definitely not that of an ordinary person.

A normal physical examination might be due to Bai Ze’s instinctive self-preservation and self-concealment abilities, but why would he suddenly use it once and then be unable to use it again afterward?

Since when did he possess this kind of ability? And what was going on with his age?

Was he… currently truly in a human body?

Zhan Yunkai said in a low voice: “No trace of his reincarnation was found in the Ming He River.”

In other words, Bai Ze might not have entered Reincarnation at all.

Although they didn’t know what was going on with his age and physical body, this was clearly much better than they had anticipated.

However, Zhan Yan being able to leap over ten meters also signified another matter—Bai Ze’s self-concealment was beginning to fade.

Perhaps other arrangements he had set up in the past would also begin to vanish, such as the concepts of “spiritual” and “network.”

But it didn’t matter. Restricting the enemy by weakening oneself was originally just a stopgap measure. Now that Infinite was already weakened to this extent, if they were still timid and hesitant, they might as well just end their own lives.

At the same time, Zhan Suiru, who was researching biscuits with Yang Ran, suddenly received a new message.

Her communicator chimed softly; both of their hands were covered in batter.

A few streams of light flashed in Yang Ran’s eyes, and the message inside the communicator played automatically.

“Deep Shadow: Ever since Dawn World connected to Reincarnation, I’ve felt something was off, and recently this feeling has become increasingly severe. Do you have this feeling?”

Both Zhan Suiru and Yang Ran stopped what they were doing.

Deep Shadow’s intuition could not be ignored; Dawn World connecting to Reincarnation concerned the rebirth of souls from the apocalyptic world, and absolutely nothing could be allowed to go wrong.

Yet why didn’t she feel anything at all? Did Infinite have some new method targeting her? That wasn’t impossible either; Infinite was constantly coveting the spiritual imprint she had left behind.

“I didn’t feel anything wrong. Help me reply to him.” Zhan Suiru washed the batter off her hands. “I’ll go to Dawn World right now to take a look.”

Receiving Zhan Suiru’s reply, Gu Jiancheng also furrowed his brows.

Rong Sui was dependable, but the spiritual imprint she had left on Infinite drew far too much of Infinite’s hatred. Unfortunately, he couldn’t enter Dawn World.

Wan Shitong could enter, but as a network-type, he was merely fragile squishy…

Just as he was fretting over this, Wan Shitong sent him a message.

Wan Shitong: “Boss, save me!”

Gu Jiancheng’s heart tightened, and he quickly began checking Wan Shitong’s location.

“What happened? Where… are you?”

Tracing the shadow left on Wan Shitong to check his location, how could Wan Shitong be in the Underworld?

Wan Shitong was clinging to a pillar, terrified to the extreme.

He barely managed to split off some supernatural power to send Gu Jiancheng a message: “B-B-Boss, I-I-I’m above an oil cauldron.”

The pillar he was clinging to stood erect right in the middle of a massive oil cauldron; below, brownish-yellow oil was boiling and bubbling, while the pillar was coated in a slippery, greasy layer from years of accumulated oily smoke.

Wan Shitong wanted to cry, but had no tears. After Dawn World connected to Reincarnation, he simply felt something was off, so he fiddled around randomly in the core area.

This time, he successfully remembered that he was actually a spiritual type after leaving Dawn World—very good.

Furthermore, he had successfully arrived directly in the real world from Dawn World without transferring through the network—exceptionally good.

Yet he had landed above a famous Underworld attraction—an oil cauldron, which was exceptionally bad!!!

Fucking hell!

Why the hell did the connection port between Dawn World and the real world have to appear right above an oil cauldron?!

Fortunately, his eyes were sharp and his hands fast enough to latch onto this pillar; otherwise, he would have served himself up on a platter.

Boss, save me!

Gu Jiancheng was unfamiliar with the route conditions in the Underworld. Fortunately, when he delivered Di Ting’s single horn, he had greeted Ghost King Minghe; now relying on Ghost King Minghe’s assistance, Gu Jiancheng borrowed passage through the Ming He River and rushed directly beside the oil cauldron where Wan Shitong was located.

At this moment, one large ghost and three little ghosts had already gathered beside the oil cauldron.

Four ghosts stood around the oil cauldron, gawking at the spectacle.

“Yo! Where did this ghost come from?”

“What’s wrong with your eyes? This is clearly a living person.”

“How could a living person come to the Underworld? And even appear in a place like this.”

“Hey! You up there, how did you get here? You didn’t fall from the sky, did you?”

Wan Shitong howled at them: “Yes, yes, I’m a living person, I don’t know how I fell down here. Please save me, kind sirs! Once I get out, I’ll definitely burn lots of incense and offerings for you all.”

Several ghosts tucked their hands into their sleeves, looked up at him, and said: “Come down yourself then, just jump straight down.”

Wan Shitong: …

Heh, you take me for a fool, trying to trick me into jumping down so I can be an appetizer for your drinks, huh?

One living person and four ghosts went back and forth for several rounds.

It was precisely at this moment that Gu Jiancheng arrived.

The moment Wan Shitong saw him, he was moved to tears: “Boss! Save me! These four ghosts are trying to trick me into the cauldron to fry me up as an appetizer!”

Gu Jiancheng looked at these four ghosts vigilantly; the oppressive aura of a Top 1 powerhouse was remarkably imposing, showing at a glance that he had quite the background.

The large ghost was more experienced and noticed that Gu Jiancheng had arrived by borrowing passage through the Ming He River.

There were plenty of formidable figures in the Yang world, but not every one of them had good relations with their Underworld. The way of handling enemies and handling friends was naturally completely different.

However, this was a big boss capable of borrowing passage through the Ming He River; he definitely had good relations with their Underworld!

Neither humble nor arrogant, the large ghost flashed an employee badge.

“Hello, I am Er Liang, a large ghost under Ghost King Tie Lao, in charge of Sector B1, 02.”

Hearing the designation “Sector B1, 02” felt extremely awkward to Wan Shitong, and his eyes widened in an instant: “When did your Underworld sectors change to this style?”

It wasn’t this naming style before; weren’t they all obscure names that were hard to remember like “Feng,” “Ju,” “Wu,” and the like?

Er Liang explained quite patiently: “A while back, Lord Tie Lao invited a person of extraordinary talent to help us optimize the Underworld’s office system, and conveniently helped us organize the map and regional divisions as well.

“This new naming style is easy to remember and practical, so we switched everything over.”

Gu Jiancheng sensed an austere and solid ghostly energy from Er Liang’s employee badge, knowing at a glance that it belonged to Ghost King Tie Lao.

The other party was indeed a proper public official responsible for official business in the Underworld.

Wan Shitong was still clinging to the pillar and howling: “Boss, save me down first! I can’t hold on much longer, awoo!”

Whether spiritual type or network-type, he was not someone skilled in physical stamina. On such a slippery pillar, he truly couldn’t hold on any longer and was about to slide into the oil cauldron!

The three little ghosts chattered away: “If you can’t hold on, then don’t.”

“If you fall in, you fall in.”

“Exactly, exactly, you’re so dawdling.”

Wan Shitong: …

“Boss, you see, they really want to throw me into the cauldron!”

Er Liang explained to Gu Jiancheng: “This is an amusement zone; this oil cauldron is fake. If you don’t believe it, feel it.”

He reached his hand into the oil cauldron without the slightest hesitation.

Wan Shitong’s eyes widened.

Gu Jiancheng also reached his hand into the oil cauldron. It was cold.

He looked up at Wan Shitong, preparing to catch him.

The oil cauldron being cold proved that these four ghosts bore no ill will; since he had already arrived, there was no need to let Wan Shitong fall again…

Seeing that the oil cauldron was cold, Wan Shitong relaxed the strength in his arms and legs in his surprise, sliding down the pillar with a whoosh into the cauldron.

The rules of the Underworld were different from the Yang world; who knew what had been smeared on that pillar, but Wan Shitong slid down much faster than free fall in the Yang world.

Whoosh—splash!

Wan Shitong floated in the oil cauldron, looking outside at a complete loss.

The “oil” surrounding him was an unknown liquid—warm, smooth, non-sticky to the skin, incapable of soaking through clothing, and constantly bubbling.

The three little ghosts were the first to cheer, their eyes shining brightly as they stared at Er Liang: “Oh oh! Boss, we’ve opened for business today, can we play too?”

Wan Shitong: ?

Gu Jiancheng: ?

Wan Shitong was currently climbing out of the cauldron, his body unstained by any filth.

Er Liang: “Go play, go play.”

The three little ghosts immediately took turns climbing up the pillar, sliding down into the oil cauldron like a water slide.

Wan Shitong: “…Is this an Underworld water park?”

Gu Jiancheng: …

This form of entertainment in the Underworld was quite unique. It was much more thrilling than the Underworld Eighteen Sights he and Yan Yan had played.

Gu Jiancheng took Wan Shitong away.

“How did you end up running to the Underworld?”

Standing under the sunlight once more, Wan Shitong was moved to tears. He nervously observed his surroundings for a moment, then whispered to Gu Jiancheng:

“Boss, I discovered a huge secret! We need to find a safe place to talk.”

Gu Jiancheng simply pulled him into the Sea of Shadows.

“What is it?”

Looking at the shadows that completely enveloped him, Wan Shitong felt it was safe here. He licked his lips and said: “Boss, I’m not a network-type; I’m a spiritual type.”

Spiritual type.

Gu Jiancheng’s pupils contracted.

The cognitive barrier collapsed like thin ice shattering over the ocean surface, and all kinds of blurred thoughts and memories surfaced rapidly.