Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 189: Chapter 114: Brother Wu Is Furious About the Underworld’s Egg-Stuffed Pancakes, Meeting King Qin Guang (6k)

Lu Wenwu and the Black and White Impermanence moved forward along the road.

Suddenly, there was a sea of people, colorful flags fluttering, as if a celebration or gathering was being held.

Lu Wenwu looked around, taking in the scene: people dancing yangge, performing dragon and lion dances, singing opera on high platforms—everything was present, and it was extremely lively.

Every face was filled with enthusiastic smiles, and everywhere he looked was bustling with festive energy.

“Not bad! It feels like New Year here,” Lu Wenwu sincerely praised.

In his previous life, there was barely any sense of the New Year during the festival; it felt just like any other day.

After transmigrating to Blue Star, his daily life completely revolved around dungeon crawling and cultivation, dungeon crawling and cultivation again, and so on.

New Year?

No time for celebration.

It’s not just Lu Wenwu; most players are in this kind of state.

In cultivation, one must progress like rowing against the current; otherwise, one risks failure.

Even a slight relaxation would inevitably lead to “death.”

Lu Wenwu knew in his heart that this Wild Ghost Village was not a good place.

These were merely the souls who passed Golden Rooster Mountain and Evil Dog Ridge, yet were incomplete in body, thus manifesting here.

These are wicked people with a history of numerous evil deeds.

Their limbs were too severely damaged from being gnawed and clawed by the Golden Chicken and Evil Ghost Dog, preventing self-recovery and further progress.

Thus, they lingered here, congregating and conjuring a grand illusion of festivities.

When those bewildered souls attracted by the lively scene arrived, they would seize the opportunity to attack, forcibly attaching the other souls’ bodies to themselves, hoping to continue their journey to Fengdu City.

According to ancient traditions, when souls arrive at Wild Ghost Village, it is usually the time when family in the Mortal World pay respects before their spirits.

If three catties and six taels of Netherworld Currency are burned, the soul can use it as toll money to pass smoothly through the hunts of many residual ghosts in Wild Ghost Village.

Black Impermanence’s lips moved slightly, seeming to want to say something.

But White Impermanence beside him immediately stopped him, shaking his head sternly.

As Impermanence, they could lead souls along an easier path.

But they couldn’t explain the profound mysteries within this, nor could they actively assist.

This was an iron law of the Underworld, observed even by Yin Spirits.

Lu Wenwu observed all of this, without any precaution against this illusion of prosperity, fully engaged in the festivities.

Like attending a temple fair, he wandered around, looking left and right.

Countless damaged evil souls had secretly fixed their eyes on Lu Wenwu, just waiting for the moment to snatch a piece of soul from him.

Such a strong and powerful soul is indeed rare outside Fengdu City.

Lu Wenwu roamed within Wild Ghost Village, witnessing one player after another entering, becoming engrossed, and then suddenly disappearing.

The disappeared ones, needless to say, were hunted by numerous evil souls, becoming prey for the wild and lonely ghosts.

As for whether the devoured and divided players could survive and return to their bodies…

Lu Wenwu couldn’t know.

Nor did he care much about it, merely indulging in this rare festive atmosphere.

Suddenly, Lu Wenwu halted, sniffed intently, and sharply turned towards a corner of Wild Ghost Village, his eyes brightening.

Ignoring the hungry looks and devouring desires in the eyes of countless evil souls, he strode forward, reaching his destination in just a few steps.

A familiar push cart.

A familiar griddle.

A familiar grill.

Evidently, it was a small stall selling egg-filled pancakes and hand-grab cakes.

Moreover, it was selling the same style as his own—the traditional round egg-filled pancakes, rather than the new rectangular large ones.

“How much for egg-filled pancakes?” Lu Wenwu asked.

As a chef, it’s necessary to learn from others’ strengths.

Only by eating more, learning more, and practicing more can one’s culinary skills advance; shutting oneself away is not advisable.

Before transmigrating, Lu Wenwu spent several years eating at every egg-filled pancake stall and shop in his city.

It was through continuous learning and improvement that he could elevate the simple craft of egg-filled pancake cooking to the peak of perfection in his early twenties.

The evil soul selling egg-filled pancakes was startled, his eyes betraying undisguised greed as he spoke: “Three catties and six taels of Netherworld Currency each! Fixed price!”

He initially intended to say three hundred sixty catties.

But upon seeing the powerful ghost shadows of Black and White Impermanence behind the other party, his words took a sudden turn.

Three catties and six taels of Netherworld Currency, that’s the market price; Black and White Impermanence wouldn’t say much.

If he asked for more…

He estimated that Black and White Impermanence wouldn’t mind crushing him, a small residual soul.

Lu Wenwu was silent for two seconds, turning to the Black and White Impermanence behind him, somewhat embarrassed, “Might I borrow some Netherworld Currency from you, brothers? I’ll exchange it with Spirit Coins.”

“What’s there to exchange for! Are you mocking your brothers?”

Black Impermanence immediately took out a wad of Netherworld Currency and tossed it at the ghost vendor, waving grandly.

“My treat! Eat as much as you want! Everything in Wild Ghost Village is conjured from their memories when alive; for non-ghost souls, it’s still the flavor of the human world. It’s not like the ghost food in Ghost Realm Castle that other creatures aside from ghosts can’t eat.”

“Understood, thanks for the reminder.”

Knowing Black Impermanence’s temperament, Lu Wenwu didn’t refuse but thanked him with a smile.