349: Chapter 147: Knocking on the Dead Man’s Door, Snatching the Dead Man’s Quilt 349: Chapter 147: Knocking on the Dead Man’s Door, Snatching the Dead Man’s Quilt Li Mumu didn’t disdain the short-haired girl for being a dead person.
After all, everyone here is a demon or an evil spirit; who’s there to look down upon who when you’re all living in such a place?
Moreover, the girl had indeed kindly given her a warning just now, and all Li Mumu felt was gratefulness.
She gently knocked on the iron door, but there was no response from inside.
So, Li Mumu gradually increased the force of her knocking.
Clang!
Clang clang——!
Suddenly, the iron door burst open, and a chain shot out from inside, hooking around her neck and yanking her in.
Li Mumu’s forehead slammed into the coffin, causing her tears to fall from the pain.
The lid of the coffin cracked open slightly, the chain swiftly retracted back into it, revealing half of the short-haired girl’s pale, lifeless face.
“What is it?”
Li Mumu said with a dry chuckle, “I’ve just been thrown in here and I’m unaware of the rules.
I hope you can give me some advice, sister.”
The short-haired girl appeared to be a few years older than she was and was an old-timer here, so it shouldn’t be a problem to address her as ‘sister.’
Especially since Qiao Hongyi had mentioned that the stretch before Cell 310 was relatively safe, indicating that the inmates from Cells 301 to 310 should be like herself, able to maintain their rationale and communicate normally.
There might even be kind-hearted people!
Without any hesitation, Li Mumu decided to cling to this person for guidance.
It’s just too bad she didn’t have any valuable possessions; otherwise, she would have shown her appreciation to this miss in any way possible.
“Don’t wander out of your cell for no reason, don’t talk loudly, don’t eat unclean food, don’t carelessly play with strings, and don’t try to peek at the passage beyond Cell 310.”
The short-haired girl spoke calmly, “These are pretty much the taboos to keep in mind.
If you feel bored, you can sit and meditate on your Cultivation Method.
Don’t disturb me.”
“We can practice cultivation here?”
Li Mumu was pleasantly surprised; she had thought that cultivation was only possible on nights of the full moon.
“Of course, you can cultivate here because this place is no longer part of the Real World.”
Seeing that Li Mumu looked and spoke pleasantly, the short-haired girl’s tone softened slightly, “Although it’s not as efficient as on nights of the full moon, the good part is it’s safe and steady, without the worry of being affected by unknown factors.”
The cultivation methods of demons require absorbing nature’s spiritual energy, which essentially means making contact with the Outer Dimension.
However, not all Outer Dimensions are safe and stable; in fact, it’s quite the opposite, as the vast majority of Outer Dimensions are neither safe nor steady.
This is like being invited to a meal only to find the table is full of Yunnan cuisine—various mushrooms, plants, insects, and wild products that you don’t recognize.
Whether you can eat your fill at this meal or, to say the least, leave on your own two feet, is all up to fate.
In the Containment Department of the Special Service Bureau’s underground third level, there’s only simple fare like pickles and rice.
It might be plain, but it’s at least guaranteed sustenance.
With the Bureau’s main building itself serving as an anchor and suppressing force, one doesn’t have to worry about the safety of the food and can eat without concern.
Li Mumu was eager to give it a try, but her time was limited.
She could only take advantage of this rare opportunity to ask the question she was most desperate to know.
“Sister, sister, I want to ask, when it gets light, will I return to my original world?
Or can I stay here?”
“You don’t know anything?
Is this your first time leaving your cell?”
“Yes, yes, I don’t understand anything!”
The short-haired girl looked coldly at Li Mumu and, after a moment of silence, said softly, “Once you’re in here, you can’t get out.
Do you think the Special Service Bureau would have put you in here if it was that easy to leave?”
“Oh…”
Li Mumu sighed inwardly.
As expected, it wasn’t as easy as she had hoped.
However, she still struggled to comprehend the short-haired girl’s comment, “Once you’re in here, you can’t get out.”
When she had followed Qiao Hongyi in, she hadn’t noticed any guards or defense measures, and the keys to the cell were even left in her control.
Was it truly impossible to leave?
“You can go take a look at the entrance if you like.”
It seemed the short-haired girl noticed Li Mumu’s thoughts and couldn’t help but remind her, “This place is a sealed space.
The passage ends in a dead end, and only the people from the Special Service Bureau can freely bring you in and out.”
This is the end…
Li Mumu felt utterly dejected and asked with a trembling voice, “Will they still bring us food?”
The short-haired girl asked in surprise, “Why would they bring food to dead people?”
Qiao Hongyi, you dare say this isn’t a prison?
This is clearly a damn death cell!
I trust you for shit!
Li Mumu felt like crying but had no tears.
My beautiful life, my youth, is going to end right here.
How does that song go again?
Clutching a bowl of sorghum grain in hand… Not even a damn bowl of sorghum grain is available!
How did I, a wealthy heiress, end up in such wretched circumstances?
All thanks to that damn beast!
Li Lingling, once you’re born, I will settle our scores one by one, slowly!
Li Mumu gritted her teeth in anger, yet she was powerless to do anything.
The second day she was locked up in this containment facility, she was about to go mad.
As a young person who had traveled back from the internet era, what she couldn’t stand the most was this informational black hole.
Forget about mobile phones, there wasn’t even a scrap of paper.
There was only the dim light that seemed to never go out, accompanied by all sorts of eerie sounds faintly coming from the dark corridors in the distance.
Aside from cultivation, there was absolutely nothing to do.
Cultivation…
Cultivate my ass!
Li Mumu persisted in cultivation for three days, and indeed, it could be said she achieved remarkable results.
Without any external factors to disturb her, and with invisible pressure forcing her, the efficiency of her cultivation wasn’t high, but she still reaped significant benefits by sticking with it.
It’s like those internet writers of the future who, irrespective of their mental state and health, locked in a tiny dark room, would indeed experience an increase in writing efficiency.
But it couldn’t last.
Over time, one would completely lose interest, and it would turn into torture instead.
“Big sister, big sister, can we talk for a bit?”
Li Mumu, on the verge of depression, could only bother the dead girl lying in the coffin next door.
Being a senior inhabitant here, she had long since adapted to the environment, so she didn’t suffer from boredom, loneliness, emptiness, or coldness.
Her way of passing the time was sleeping in the coffin.
Is there a problem with dead people sleeping in coffins?
Absolutely no problem!
Li Mumu wanted to sleep too, but she didn’t have a coffin; the cold, hard ground was uncomfortable to lie on.
The other girl even had bedding and a pillow in her coffin!
Li Mumu was green with jealousy.
She couldn’t just make a bed for herself, as using the Red String would attract indescribable monsters from the depths.
“Get lost!
Stop bothering me!”
The short-haired girl, disturbed in her sleep, didn’t show Li Mumu any kindness, but Mumu fully utilized her own advantages – when needed, she could be shameless!
“Then lend me your blanket!”
“No way!”
“If you don’t lend it to me, I’ll play with the rope here and draw out the monster!”
After Li Mumu’s relentless nagging and wheedling, she eventually managed to snatch the blanket away.