Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 214: Chapter 119: Pulling Off a Spectacle Before the Entire Underworld

In the boring Underworld, it’s rare for someone to pull off a big event, and it’s happening right in front of them; wouldn’t it be a shame not to watch?

Some young ghost who had just arrived started shouting in disbelief: “I don’t believe it, your egg pancake must taste bad! Unless you give me one to taste!”

“You don’t believe it? Are you saying my pancake tastes awful?”

Lu Wenwu accurately grasped this remark, instantly locked onto the yellow-haired ghost who shouted, and his face became serious with a hint of anger.

You can say I’m bad at cooking, say I’m not skilled, or even say I’m ugly; that doesn’t matter.

But to say I can’t make egg pancakes?

We must seriously debate this today!

Even if it’s a joke, it’s not okay!

Before the female ghost reporter could figure out how to smooth over the previous incident, there was a sudden “boom” at the scene.

Lu Wenwu pulled out his egg pancake stall from his backpack and placed it on the ground, pointing his right finger at the yellow-haired ghost who spoke earlier, using the highest skill of the Lotus Sect – One Yang Finger.

“You! Come over here!”

Casually conjuring a small house with a powerful shout, the yellow-haired ghost was startled.

Before he could react, he felt an overwhelming force generate out of thin air, directly pulling him by his yellow hair right over.

Looking at the two-meter-tall, robust Lu Wenwu exuding intense Evil Qi, the yellow-haired ghost was almost scared to death!

“You said my pancake tastes bad?”

Lu Wenwu grabbed his collar and threw him into the pancake stall, seating him firmly on the chair next to him.

“You wait here, I’ll make a pancake for you to eat right now!”

The yellow-haired ghost, intimidated by his powerful aura, could hardly utter a word, desperately nodding.

Lu Wenwu snorted, immediately starting to fire up the stove and knead the dough, beginning the process of making egg pancakes on-site.

Starting from the most basic dough kneading, Lu Wenwu’s movements were smooth and fluid, even delightful to watch, making the ghosts reluctant to look away.

The female ghost reporter initially wanted to interrupt the broadcast, but unintentionally was drawn in by Lu Wenwu’s cooking process, completely forgetting about it.

Even the cameraman unconsciously focused the camera on Lu Wenwu in the pancake stall, using his years of filming skills for an entire Underworld culinary live broadcast.

While Lu Wenwu was cooking, many exam candidates handed in their papers and left.

As they exited the exam grounds, they were immediately captivated by Lu Wenwu’s presence.

As if hit by a immobilizing spell, they were lured over by the intense aroma, gathering around the stall.

The yellow-haired ghost caught by Lu Wenwu was speechless by this point.

As the ghost closest to the oven, he couldn’t help but madly secrete digestive Ghost Qi, accumulating into substantial liquid form.

He hadn’t eaten a bite yet, but he already believed everything Lu Wenwu had said.

He even felt that Lu Wenwu was too humble.

You’re calling this “still pretty good”?

Brother! Dear brother!

You’re simply the god of egg pancakes!

If this is only considered “pretty good,” other pancake vendors deserve to be sent to the Eighteen Layers of Hell for several centuries!

If Lady Houtu sent an avatar, she’d surely be confused!

“So fragrant! It’s so fragrant!”

Among the ghosts gathered outside, one yelled out suddenly.

“This is too fragrant!”

“I can’t hold back anymore! I’m so hungry! I want to eat something!”

“Damn, how can anything smell this good! I can’t handle it, drooling like crazy!”

“This is truly wonderful! Truly wonderful!”

“It’s so fragrant!”

“I now think the dishes from Yinxiang Building are nothing but trash! Bottom of the bottom!”

“This guy is definitely not just a regular Spirit Chef, I’ve tasted Spiritual Cuisine, but it’s never been this fragrant!”

“Can afford Spiritual Cuisine? Impressive, Brother Fu v50.”

“…”

In an instant, all the ghosts watching this close-range broadcast erupted with similar exclamations, creating chaotic noise at the scene.

Even the broadcast camera’s special noise filter couldn’t drown out the rowdy shouts.

Now, the entire Underworld listened to the frenzied cries of ghosts claiming fragrance and hunger at the scene.

It was like a gathering of starved ghosts.

Long before the first batch of egg pancakes was ready, the ghost messenger unified exam had ended, the aroma spreading miles around the exam ground cemetery, surrounded by masses of ghosts.

Meanwhile, following yesterday’s massive traffic jam in the Yama District, the entire Reincarnation Area’s traffic was also paralyzed.

Impermanence Street, Ox and Horse Street, the two main streets, were completely clogged, packed with ghosts coming for the scent.

Compared to this, Imperial Capital West Station during the Spring Festival was minor.

The more horrifying fact was that more ghosts, having watched the broadcast, were rushing here endlessly, desperate to personally sniff the scent driving numerous ghost souls mad with desire.

If they could taste it, that would be even better!

Such a dense gathering of ghosts would likely cause disaster if not for the races’ inherent ability to prevent stampedes.

Even so, the Ghost An stationed in the Reincarnation Area had already mobilized collectively, trying to maintain some order on-site.

What?

You ask why it wasn’t stopped?

Why should it be?

This isn’t some malignant incident.

The director of the Underworld TV station, watching the skyrocketing ratings, had already fainted from joy three times, continuously dispatching eleven batches of camera reinforcements to the Reincarnation Area exam site, striving not to miss any detail of Lu Wenwu’s cooking process.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the entire Underworld, a batch of freshly made egg pancakes was ready.

Though just ordinary pancakes without any additions, the yellow-haired ghost couldn’t help but want to reach for them.

Lu Wenwu immediately flicked his head, almost breaking his Ghost Body.

You can’t eat it before it’s finished!

Wouldn’t eating it like this ruin my reputation?

Lu Wenwu expertly applied sauce to the pancake, added sausage and vegetables, and then handed it to the yellow-haired ghost.

“Okay, eat up.”

Just the sound of that beautiful “crack” made him unable to resist.

Now finally getting permission, he didn’t care about his weak Ghost Body or the pancake’s scalding heat, biting off half with force, chewing vigorously, and swallowed the whole pancake with just two bites.

In the next instant, the yellow-haired ghost suddenly kneeled, tears streaming down his face, knocking his head nine times before Lu Wenwu, making loud thuds in front of all the Underworld ghosts.

This scene completely stunned Lu Wenwu, prompting him to reach out to help.

The yellow-haired ghost immediately rejected Lu Wenwu’s assistance, sincerely declaring: “Chen Piaoling has lived half a life without encountering a worthy master. If you do not mind, I wish to swear to be your adopted son! Just asking for an egg pancake from Father every day!”