Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 209: Chapter 119: Pulled a Major Stunt Before the Entire Underworld [10,200-Word Mega Chapter]

Soon, under the guidance of the Ghost Messengers, the gathered crowd finally dispersed.

The streets that were blocked up and the paralyzed traffic also gradually restored.

Black 985 and Bai Er Yi Yi, busy beyond measure, finally wrapped up their shift an hour later than usual, sweating profusely.

Originally, it shouldn’t have taken that long.

But because they were the first witnesses of the ghostly incident,

they, along with Lu Wenwu, went to Ghost An to make a report, similar to a written statement, narrating their observations and experiences.

As for the old ghost who had died but not quite completely, he was escorted through an international channel by Ghost An and sent overnight to a specialized medical facility in the neighboring Yellow Springs Country.

They are the experts in stitching and piecing together ghostly limbs over there.

Back in the day, the war in the Divine Continent almost wiped out both the Transcendents and ordinary humans alike.

Yellow Springs Country suddenly had a flood of ghosts with missing limbs.

Over the past few decades of development, the technology of limb assembly and stitching naturally blossomed and came into its own…

When the two ghosts and the one human left the Ghost An headquarters and took a Nightmare Hellhorse cab back to the main Carnival Street, a vast number of ghosts had not only not been calmed by the Torch Monument incident but had increased in merriment.

Lu Wenwu concealed his Qi Blood fluctuations, releasing a slight Abyssal Demon Qi, disguising himself as a Soul-devouring Demon tourist from the Abyss.

The benefit of this was that many timid ghosts would instinctively avoid Lu Wenwu, making the surroundings less crowded.

The downside was the same, but Lu Wenwu didn’t mind, considering it an advantage.

He was now holding a handful of Netherworld Currency, curiously buying street snacks sold by small vendors.

The account was set up for him earlier by Bai Er Yi Yi, so Lu Wenwu wouldn’t have Spirit Coins with nowhere to spend them.

However, due to the peculiar nature of Netherworld Currency, incense, and merit, the Underworld’s attempts to push for digital payment have yet to roll out, still relying on primitive material transactions.

Lu Wenwu was eagerly trying a ghost dish called Karmic Fire Red Lotus.

The name was quite impressive; it resembled a translucent red lotus flower, its ingredients unknown.

Seeing many ghosts praise it, he decided to buy one and try it.

After all, with the blessings of Devouring Heaven and Earth and the Dimensional Demon God of Calamity, he wouldn’t die.

Before Bai Er Yi Yi could stop him, he had already popped the Karmic Fire Red Lotus into his mouth.

The initial taste was a strangely bitter sensation. Just a slight chew revealed a coarse yet chewy texture, akin to old withered wood that’s been aged for years.

By the fifth chew, an incredibly sharp sourness erupted, triggering an intense salivation and causing his entire tongue to tense up instantaneously.

Right after came a powerful burst of heat, making his entire mouth, throat, and esophagus feel like they had been scrubbed with sandpaper and then filled with lava.

Lu Wenwu felt as though he had eaten a Fire Element Crystal immersed in strong acid for centuries, his body’s Qi Blood overloading, struggling to suppress his powerful aura.

All of this only ceased when he urgently shut down his sense of taste and partially his sense of pain, allowing Blood and Flesh Regeneration to repair him.

Seeing Lu Wenwu drenched in sweat, his expression twisted, Black 985 couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Chuckling softly, Bai Er Yi Yi couldn’t hold back a smile, whispering, “This is why I advised against trying ghost food; the sensory experiences for ghosts and humans are different. For us, tasting ghost food requires exponentially more stimulation.”

“While we can savor the flavors of spiritual cuisine and offerings, they lack the corresponding texture. How to put it… it’s like eating without the act of chewing, just shoveling it into your mouth.”

“Kind of like… the special liquid food astronauts eat?”

Lu Wenwu took several deep breaths, finally recovering from the earlier shock.

“Astronauts? You mean those who explore beyond Taiyin?” Bai Er Yi Yi pondered a bit, uncertain, “Probably… I haven’t tasted what you mentioned.”

Amid Black 985’s unabashed laughter, Lu Wenwu decided to abandon his pursuit of trying Underworld ghost food further.

He figured he would stick to making his own filled egg pancakes…

Perhaps he could acquire some ingredients to whip up some Human World delicacies with his Spirit Chef skills.

Happy times are always fleeting.

Soon enough, as time progressed, the Underworld’s celebration approached its end.

Lu Wenwu returned to Bai Er Yi Yi’s study, prepared with his exam ticket and ID, and reopened the hefty collection of past papers titled “Thirty Years as a Ghost Messenger, Fifty Years as a Yin Soldier” for a final review.

…

On August 16th at 7:30 PM, Lu Wenwu showed up punctually at the examination venue in the Ghost Realm Castle’s Reincarnation Area.

Very conveniently located at a designated exam site between Impermanence Street and Ox and Horse Street, its appearance resembled a giant mound-like tomb.

They say extremes beget reversals, and decline precedes fortune, making this place extremely auspicious.

Setting the exam venue here effectively prevented cheating.

Accompanied by countless anxious ghost examinees entering the examination hall, Lu Wenwu smiled as if he had returned once more to those green years of high school, back to the throes of those intense college entrance examination days.