Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 215: Chapter 120: Three-Way Scramble—Even Ghosts Want to Join the Player Selection?

“Get lost!”

Lu Wenwu lifted his foot and kicked him two meters away.

Instead of getting angry, the guy scrambled up and sat on the ground laughing foolishly.

While laughing, he exaggeratedly shouted, “Beat a ghost! Beat a ghost! I won’t get up without ten egg pancakes!”

Lu Wenwu glared fiercely, picked up another egg pancake, and tossed it in his hand.

“Now, immediately, get up and get out, and I might let you eat another one.”

“Okay, godfather!”

The Yellow-haired Ghost jumped up and transformed into a black wind at the door.

His newly restored form left him incredibly surprised as he looked at his body. He almost forgot to eat the warm egg pancake he’d just received, his eyes filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

“I… I actually mastered the Yin Wind?”

Yin Wind, one of the inherent skills of a ghost.

As long as a ghost spends enough time in the Underworld, they can basically master it.

It’s very useful for traveling on usual days.

But the Yellow-haired Ghost just recently descended and has been dead for less than half a year. He’s still learning and practicing his basic abilities.

Following a normal learning pace, he would need at least another six months of practice to perfectly master it.

But now, the Yellow-haired Ghost merely ate an egg pancake made by Lu Wenwu and immediately mastered the ability to transform into Yin Wind.

And even the Yellow-haired Ghost himself hadn’t realized

An egg pancake not only accelerated his learning process.

It also restored a significant amount of the Ghost Qi that Lu Wenwu had dispelled with a finger flick, making his Ghost Body look even more solid than before.

This thing can accelerate cultivation!

What a terrifying thing is this?

Instantly, all the ghosts present who realized this were keenly eyeing the unsold egg pancakes, an insanity manifesting in their eyes.

Lu Wenwu naturally knew what these ghosts were likely thinking.

As an egg pancake stand owner, he’d seen situations like this many times before.

However, the effect of the Spiritual Egg Pancakes was somewhat different from what these ghosts were imagining.

As the food Lu Wenwu ate the most, the effect of the Spiritual Egg Pancakes had naturally been adjusted to suit him best.

Accelerating skill comprehension and recovery is just a byproduct.

The true effect of Spiritual Egg Pancakes is to explore the body’s potential.

Because when developing the body’s potential, it’s necessary to ensure adequate energy supply to avoid harming the body, so Spiritual Egg Pancakes have the effect of accelerating recovery and energy replenishment.

And because Yin Wind is a basic ability of ghosts, eating an egg pancake helped the Yellow-haired Ghost prematurely unlock his inner potential, resulting in accelerated cultivation.

Lu Wenwu had no intention of explaining this to outsiders.

After Oxhead and Horseface, Black and White Impermanence, and numerous Shadow Soldiers and Generals suppressed the agitated group of ghosts, he leaned out of the window.

“Egg pancakes, five thousand Spirit Coins each, only accepting Spirit Coins, one pancake per ghost, those who wish to purchase line up to my right, those who do not please exit orderly to my left, do not bother the Yin Messengers, thank you for your cooperation.”

“One pancake per ghost, why?” A ghost dressed extravagantly was immediately dissatisfied, “I have plenty of money, fifty thousand Spirit Coins per pancake, give me ten first.”

“Get lost.”

In front of the Underworld TV station’s live broadcast, Lu Wenwu considered himself very cultured this time, using polite terms even in vulgar language.

With a wave of a hand, he flicked a gust of wind, sending the ghost with no cultivation flying a couple of leagues away, and Lu Wenwu turned again to look at the surging group of ghosts.

“If you want a pancake, line up honestly, got it?”

“Got it, got it!”

A group of wealthy ghosts who wanted egg pancakes quickly formed a neat line and systematically moved back.

Those ghosts without Spirit Coins looked at Lu Wenwu, then at the large number of Ghost Messengers maintaining order, and decisively chose to leave in an orderly manner.

Lu Wenwu was satisfied and continued to make and sell egg pancakes.

Meanwhile, at the end of Yellow Springs Road, by the Wangchuan River.

A deep red river, like blood, roiled, with Evil Ghosts and Resentful Souls filled with resentment surging in the water, struggling and drifting with the waves, letting out painful and crazed wails.

These Resentful Souls raised their hands high, wanting to drag the walking ghosts on the bridge into the river to accompany them, but never succeeded.

A traditional mansion stood beside the road, the main building not tall, only four stories high.

Hundreds of surrounding houses connected into one piece, all adorned with red railings and stone bases, painted beams and carved pillars, beaded curtains half drawn, jade tables displayed.

The main entrance of the mansion bore three large characters — Meng Po Village.

Outside Meng Po Village, platforms on both sides of Yellow Springs Road held kitchens and utensils, every seat filled with ghosts noisily chatting, a faint aroma lingering in the air.

Everything was just as described in the “Jingjiang Treasure Scroll”.

This was the most famous teahouse in the entire Underworld, the hotel with the most magnificent scenery, the office location of the Wangchuan Ghost Food Bureau, and the most famous place in the entire Underworld.

Regardless of which version of the Underworld legend, no matter how many times the managers of the Underworld changed, or how often positions were rearranged, Meng Po standing on the Bridge of Helplessness serving soup remained a consistently unchanged feature, quietly comforting ghosts who yearned for past memories.

Even though it’s increasingly difficult for ghosts to see Meng Po personally serving soup, it remains an enduring traditional sight in the Underworld, seemingly never to change.