163: Chapter 163: Starting from Now, Reinvent Your Character 163: Chapter 163: Starting from Now, Reinvent Your Character “Cosmos…
Olympus…”
Zuo Yan rubbed her temples and glanced outside at the sky, “Okay, I’ve pretty much got the gist of your situation.
I need to get off work in another quarter of an hour.
While the sun hasn’t risen yet, I’ll go report your situation.
You wait here, and I’ll bring you back something to eat for breakfast.”
When had things gotten to the point back home where even ghosts had to work diligently…
Li Mumu nodded weakly and said okay.
Old Master He was not happy, “Take her with you!
What are you doing leaving her here?
How am I supposed to explain this when people start coming to work?”
The main issue is, I can’t even explain her current look!
However, Zuo Yan turned on her heel and disappeared, just like a batman-wearing rich kid.
Now you see her, now you don’t.
On top of that, she even packed the ox liver to take with her, apparently not planning to waste it.
Old Master He looked at Li Mumu, who appeared obedient with a touch of frightened unease, and just felt a twinge of stomachache.
What should I do now…
“Miss Li, come with me, I’ll find you an outfit.”
While it was still dark, Old Master He took Li Mumu to the storage room, opened the big door, and fetched her a set of soft armor.
Once the oversize soft armor was put on her, it completely covered her four-armed body features; apart from her somewhat troublesome head, when tucked into a backpack, others couldn’t make out any details.
With a helmet, face mask, eye mask, and gloves added to the ensemble, unless someone looked closely, they wouldn’t be able to tell who was inside.
But Old Master He still didn’t think it was safe enough.
After all, even with this attire, others aren’t fools; they’d definitely find it strange.
I need to find her a place that won’t draw attention.
Like in a cell block inside.
Of course, a police station wouldn’t have just one cell block, but because not many people were currently detained, the other rooms were not in use.
Knowing his way around, Old Master He quickly found an empty room that was locked and instructed her to stay inside and not to come out casually no matter what happened outside.
Normally, no one would have any reason to enter, but one couldn’t rule out exceptions.
Hence, Old Master He especially cautioned her that even if someone barged in, she need not worry, just tell them that this was a special prisoner’s cell and shoo them away.
Li Mumu got it, so I’m supposed to play an NPC, huh?
But would they believe it?
She didn’t have any confidence in the idea.
Less than a quarter hour later, Zuo Yan hurried back, a thermos in her left hand filled with sweet soy milk, and in her right, two sets of pancake rolls with six eggs, stuffed to the brim.
“I got complained about!”
Setting down the hearty breakfast clearly beyond the appetite of a normal person in front of Li Mumu, Zuo Yan started to vent furiously, “Can you believe it?
Sister, just to find you, I’ve been knocking on doors all around that area these past few days, and now I’ve been accused of disturbing the peace!
Why, for goodness’ sake?
What has the City God’s Office become these days, meddling in all these trifling matters?
Matters concerning Mortals should be resolved by Mortals, why must they file complaints with us?
The leadership now, let me tell you, downright lunatics!”
Li Mumu was shook.
“How did they complain?”
“Those idiots thought they saw ghosts, so they burned incense and kowtowed, all sorts of praying to the Buddha, and then the incense offerings started getting rerouted to the City God’s Office…
I’m telling you, this new policy is a problem.
The new leader is an overseas returnee, learned all these ‘advanced work experiences’ from the West.
Are ‘advanced work experiences’ just about stealing others’ incense offerings for themselves?
Sister, is that really how it works over there?”
I’m clueless!
Li Mumu thought to herself that this was beyond her knowledge.
But speaking of overseas returnees, something struck her, and she tentatively asked, “Senior Sister, is your leader from the Overseas Netherworld or from Hell?”
That question caught Zuo Yan off guard.
Seeing the bewildered expression on her face, Li Mumu took a bite of the pancake roll in her hand.
Honestly, she didn’t really like eating pancake rolls.
When she came to Tianmen to visit friends years ago, they took her to try the Old Tianmen’s special pancake rolls and duck blood vermicelli soup at the school.
The pancake roll was filled with meat stew, the kind similar to aspic that they put in donkey burger.
The duck blood vermicelli soup contained duck blood (obviously), bamboo shoot strips, and bean paste—the kind from Pixian.
That meal later became one of the few psychological shadows in Li Mumu’s life.
Of course, compared to so-called delicacies over in Saifu, it was still a hundred times better.
Not all Safo People could afford to eat fried chicken and small hamburgers.
In the memories of this life, the most popular family dish in Safo City in recent years was called mixed jelly.
It wasn’t mixed fruit, but a hodgepodge of vegetables and meats including but not limited to tomatoes, onions, celery, peas, olives, bacon, and fish.
Add in jelly powder, let it cool, and turn it into a savory jelly.
You should try that flavor—once you do, you won’t make a peep.
“The Overseas Netherworld is designated for Chinese People, with the main god being the Guiding Bodhisattva.
As for Foreigners, most of them go to Hell after they die.”
“Then he must have come back from Hell.”
Zuo Yan didn’t hesitate to rule out the possibility that her goddess could have nurtured such a lunatic.
“The Olympus ship that smuggled over this time also has Hell’s forces behind it…
There’s at least one Throne Knight on board.”
Li Mumu stoked the flames covertly, “Senior Sister, when you report this, your leader won’t hold it back, will he?”
She was just speaking casually, but Zuo Yan’s face turned grave.
“It’s not impossible.”
“You make sense, I have to go back and keep an eye on him!”
Then she turned around and disappeared again.
Li Mumu sighed.
Her senior sister was good in every way, just too quick to scurry off, talking to herself without giving her a chance to ask a few questions.
She also didn’t know whether Li Ya and Mu Yuming had survived; she still needed to figure out how to resurrect Wendy.
What could I possibly do?
I’m just a weak, pitiful, helpless…
and gluttonous…
Li Mumu set down the thermos, looking at the two pieces of greaseproof paper left on the table, which were used to wrap the pancake rolls, and fell into deep thought.
Where did the pancake rolls go?
How did they vanish along with the senior sister in the blink of an eye?
Could it be that I now have two stomachs?
No, cute girls are supposed to have two stomachs—one for meals and one for snacks.
Cooling down, she considered that this wasn’t really her, just that her current state was abnormal.
It had been days without eating or drinking; it was normal to lose control and binge because of hunger.
Li Mumu tried hard to console herself.
Anyway, no one saw it just now, but I definitely must be careful in the future.
The label “glutton” must not be attached to my new persona.