"What are you doing here?" Yan Luo asked irritably.
Nan Ming sat at the desk, arms crossed, surveying his surroundings.
"Have you seen anyone particularly powerful lately?"
He had just examined Yan Luo; her cultivation realm was almost identical to when they last met.
That terrifying aura wasn't coming from her.
Yan Luo looked at him. "Powerful? What kind of powerful are you referring to?"
"Powerful in terms of strength. Is there anyone more powerful than you?"
Suddenly, she thought of something and looked at Nan Ming strangely.
"Did you sense something?"
Nan Ming didn't hide it. "I have a bit of intuition."
Yan Luo: "Did that intuition point you towards the East Hall, but not a precise location?"
Her words weren't exactly a jab.
Most people's intuition was, at best, a crudely made radar.
It could point out a general direction.
But for powerful individuals, intuition was essentially a foregone conclusion.
The more powerful one was, the more their intuition's accuracy was akin to some form of precognition.
Nan Ming: "No, it really didn't."
Upon hearing this, Yan Luo leaned back into her chair.
"If you don't know, how would I know?"
Nan Ming thought about it. "That makes sense."
Yan Luo glanced at him. "Did you come just for this?"
If there was nothing else, could he go back to his own domain?
Nan Ming grunted. "If you don't know either, then I'll have to search slowly."
Yan Luo froze for two seconds, then suddenly jumped up. "You're planning to stay in the East Hall long-term?!"
"Is that not allowed?"
Nan Ming turned to look at Yan Luo.
"Of course not!" Yan Luo flatly refused. "My place can't handle your antics!"
"What if you play around and it collapses?!"
Nan Ming pondered. "Indeed, I'd need a proper reason..."
"Then let the two halls have an exchange. Didn't the West Hall have a group of artifact refiners visit before?
The South Hall could also send a group of ghost envoys for an exchange on combat techniques."
Yan Luo: "No! Need!"
One Nan Ming was enough to wreck the place.
If they were to send a bunch of ghost envoys from the South Hall, did they truly want to turn the East Hall into ruins?!
However, if Nan Ming were that easy to get rid of...
Zhong Kui wouldn't have sent him to the West Hall every time, and the West Hall would have been helpless.
In the past, Zhong Kui would find excuses to send Lord Yan 'on vacation'.
Moreover, this time, Nan Ming had found his own reason to go out?
Regardless of Yan Luo's strong opposition,
Nan Ming had settled into the East Hall anyway.
As Zhong Kui had said, who could drive him away?
With Lord Yan's strength, who could possibly kick him out?
Couldn't he just stay wherever he pleased?
...
The mortal realm.
Because of last night's live stream, the mortal realm was abuzz with discussions.
Especially the beautiful appearance of the mechanical sphere and the various new gameplay elements during the mission.
#Is the evolution of the mechanical sphere the goal for robots in the mortal realm?#
#Mechanical beauties in maid outfits, absolutely stunning!#
#The tomb-robbing quartet has been apprehended#
#What's the experience of stopping a [Soul-Calling Ghost] with a backhand?#
In addition to these heated discussions,
A fan club for the mechanical sphere was spontaneously formed online.
Fans drew various character art of the mechanical sphere and designed merchandise.
"Qiuqiu is the best!"
"Mechanical beings are forever gods!"
"Mechanical beings in maid outfits, paired with stockings and glasses, would be even more delightful!"
However, despite their admiration,
Everyone still remembered,
That the mechanical sphere belonged to the Eighteenth Hall, a little companion by the streamer's side.
It was a brother to Dan Zong and Xu Nan.
And more importantly, it was an 'underworld species.'
Their comments, one by one, were not overly outrageous.
After all, what if one day they woke up to find an underworld creature?
Wouldn't that scare the life out of them?
...
While the mortal realm was in heated debate, Jiang Lin also emerged from the underworld passage.
Arriving in the mortal realm.
In his palm, he held two small slips of paper with wishes he had just selected.
The first slip of paper read: [Help my master.]
The second slip of paper read: [Streamer, what should I do?]
Master? Streamer?
Was the first wish-maker not human?
Was the second wish-maker a fan from the live stream? Was it his fan, or from another stream?
Jiang Lin's gaze fell upon the addresses for these two wishes. The former was in the Eastern territories.
The latter was in the Western territories.
When he had selected the small glowing dots in the drift bottles earlier, he had chosen one dark and one bright.
So, was the brightness of the glowing dots in the drift bottles determined by their distance?
"The Western territories..."
When he had gone to the West Hall last time, he had indeed obtained a few passes.
However,
Jiang Lin thought about it and decided to follow the principle of proximity, heading to the first wish's address first.
Beside him, the live stream sphere automatically flew out.
"..."
Jiang Lin was about to say something, but he remembered the last time he went to the Black Abyss.
This little thing hadn't actively come out to stream.
Thinking of this, he cast a suspicious glance at the live stream sphere.
Was this little thing becoming more intelligent?
"Do you know what gossip is worth eating and what isn't?"
The live stream sphere paused, then nodded up and down.
Within its system, there were built-in settings.
Jiang Lin fell silent.
Since that was the case, he didn't need to say anything more.
...
"Ding~ The 'Daily Healing in the Underworld' live stream you are following has started, hurry and check it out~"
Phones chimed with notifications.
Within a minute, a large group of viewers flooded in.
They greeted, set up stalls, and gave rewards.
"Finally, I get to see the streamer again~ Yay~"
"Hahaha, I think it's quite fun when Qiuqiu is around too."
"What mission is the streamer going to do this time?"
...
In the live stream,
Jiang Lin, guided by the address on the small paper slip, arrived at a dilapidated building.
No one had lived in these buildings for a long time, and one could occasionally see the large 'Demolish' character spray-painted in red on the walls.
The autumn wind blew, swirling fallen leaves.
Jiang Lin flew in the direction indicated by the small paper slip in his hand.
After passing through two buildings, he saw several figures.
It was a five-story building with a sign that read [Xin Xin Mall].
Two men in black were squatting in front of a dirty medium-sized dog.
*Splash splash—*
Fang Jinjiu poured dog food into a metal bowl and tried to pat the dog's head.
Before he could get close, the medium-sized dog bared its teeth and looked at him ferociously.
It looked ready to bite him at any moment.
Seeing this, Fang Jinjiu couldn't help but curl his lips. "You want to bite me even when I'm feeding you."
"Boss, no one lives here anymore, why is it guarding this place?"
The "Boss" he was referring to was Chu Lu, who had short stubble and looked like a middle-aged man.
*Swish!*
The flame from the lighter shot out.
Chu Lu lit a cigarette.
Amidst the wisps of smoke, he looked at the abandoned mall before him.
His voice was somewhat hoarse. "It's waiting for its master."
Fang Jinjiu was puzzled. "Its master? Hasn't this place been empty for at least a year?"
Chu Lu narrowed his eyes, remaining silent.
Just as Fang Jinjiu thought he wouldn't get an answer, his boss slowly said:
"Its master's name is Wei Yan."
...