I Live on the Land in Global Games

Chapter 78 - 78 77 Theater Audition78: Chapter 77 Theater Audition 78: Chapter 77 Theater Audition When Mu Ying and her companions arrived at the foot of the stage, the person on the stage was just finishing his “movie,” and it was someone she recognized, Dong Xiaogang.

Visually observing, Dong Xiaogang was sitting on the stage with his eyes closed, surrounded by silent Mushroom Man audiences.

However, in the mental link space, the Mushroom Man on the ground were animated, while the scene above Dong Xiaogang’s head displayed rich imagery.

Mu Ying only caught a glimpse of a tail; it seemed to be an animated film, but the figures appeared somewhat blurry and distorted, and the scenes were a blank slate.

Clearly, projecting the story in one’s mind here was not as simple as it seemed.

Indeed, Dong Xiaogang did not pass the test.

Even so, some Mushroom Man were interested in the story he tried to convey.

An adult Mushroom Man offered a silver coin to buy his story.

Although it wasn’t a long-term job, there was still money to be made.

Dong Xiaogang was not disappointed, as he had watched many animated films.

Although he could clearly remember the plots of only a few, having this income was already a pleasant surprise.

After him, most people were eliminated, but as long as their stories didn’t deviate from those shown by the people before them, they could generally make some money.

The next to go on stage was a web novelist named Fan Wei.

He showcased one of his own immortal fantasy novels.

The male protagonist starts out crippled, followed by a broken engagement and assassination attempts.

He severely injures himself falling off a cliff and receives an immortal’s heritage.

The imagery wasn’t particularly epic, but the surroundings of the protagonist were more detailed, with richer dialogues and expressions than others, making it at least comprehensible to the viewers.

For humans, this plot had been overdone, but to the Mushroom Man, it was quite novel.

What attracted them wasn’t the immortal heritage or the underdog’s comeback; Mu Ying overheard several Mushroom Man youngsters exclaiming in wonder how brutal and terrifying humans were while watching.

During fight scenes, they even covered their eyes, sneakily peering through the gaps in their fingers.

In the end, Fan Wei was hired.

“Haha, from now on, I’m the founding master of the Doomsday working class!” He exuded confidence, a stark contrast from his previous dejection as he descended from the stage.

Zheng Jing was the next to go up, and she smartly showcased a story from her childhood.

Because it was based on her own memories, while somewhat boring, it was coherent and clear, and she even signed a short-term contract.

Mu Ying hung around as a spectator for quite a while, feeling relieved that the residents no longer had to worry about affording the entrance fee and rent.

The vacant Tree Houses should soon welcome a new influx of occupants, and her income was set to increase!

The requirements of the Mushroom Man were really not that high; the residents of her territory were sure to make a tidy sum.

Departing from the cave with a good mood, Mu Ying walked on the thick Asparagus Grass, with the brilliant sunlight filtering through the woods, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

The territory seemed a little deserted, as most people had gone underground to join the excitement.

“Mu Ying!”

Hearing the call from behind, Mu Ying turned around and looked at Huo Shaobai, who was running towards her, “What’s up?”

“Do you...

know how the Mushroom Man Dungeon came to be here?”

Mu Ying’s eyebrows rose slightly, suspicion arose?

“Should I know?” she retorted with justified indignation.

Huo Shaobai’s expression was complex as he gazed into her eyes, yet failed to detect a hint of fluctuation, “I was too presumptuous.”

Mu Ying nodded, unsure if he was just suspecting her involvement with the Dungeon’s relocation or the territory as a whole.

But she wouldn’t voluntarily reveal anything at this stage.

Even with the suspicion, it was probably just due to some coincidences.

She was the first to discover this camp and, besides the grocery store, her Tree House had one of the lowest numbers.

Moreover, this Mushroom Man Dungeon was a place only she and the official teams had visited.

Mu Ying had anticipated that people would become suspicious, but these were not concrete evidence.

Mere conjecture wasn’t enough for someone to take a rash chance.

Besides, whether the territory could be contested was still an unknown.

Even though she relatively trusted the people from the official teams, and there wasn’t any blatantly villainous character in the territory so far.

After all, those with the money to stay long-term in their territories were still quite adapted to the apocalypse, not desperate enough to take fatal risks.

The real villains, when the apocalypse arrived, were locked up in small spaces, unable to escape or attack anything, and their chances of survival were slim.

Huo Shaobai watched Mu Ying’s retreating figure and sighed.

Why ask so many questions?

Whether it’s her or not, she doesn’t owe them anything and certainly doesn’t need to confess to them.

This question probably pushed the distance, which was hard to close, even further away again; no point in thinking about teaming up now.

Mu Ying didn’t know he’d imagined so much; she just didn’t want to team up because she feared the trouble.

As for the rest, it was only because she was a slow warmer, had many secrets, and was more cautious.

“Gungun?”

There was no one in the Tree House; Gungun wasn’t there.

Mu Ying guessed it might be playing in the Plantation; she teleported directly there and sure enough, saw a fuzzy “meat ball” rolling back and forth in the Iron Bamboo Forest, miraculously dodging every young bamboo.

The emotions coming from their emotional connection told her that all that was on its mind was “I want to eat~”.

Mu Ying was somewhat worried that Gungun’s drool would soak the ground.

There was no one else here, so the avatar Shi Yin flew over and with a poke of a finger, brought Gungun to a stop.

She still remembered the clumsy plop that the avatar Shi Yin had taken on the windowsill the day it arrived, completely different from its current suave and agile demeanor.

It was hard to imagine a mini-person stopping a big one with just a poke of a finger.

But Gungun stopped obediently.

Mu Ying helplessly poured the remaining Recovery Spring water for the day onto the Iron Bamboo Forest, to make them grow faster so that Gungun wouldn’t drool over the bamboo every day.

It always made her feel as if she were neglecting a national treasure.

“Gungun, let’s go back for dinner!”

She beckoned Gungun over and picked up the avatar Shi Yin that was riding on Gungun’s head and plucking its fur.

The avatar Shi Yin became docile in a second, with watery eyes and chubby cheeks, utterly different from its sharply featured original.

Mu Ying couldn’t help but poke his soft cheek.

As a result, she saw the avatar Shi Yin’s cheeks visibly redden.

She hadn’t used much force, had she?

Mu Ying guiltily retracted her finger.

In the distant starry sky, the silver-haired young man covered his face and stared fixedly in the direction of Deep Blue Star, then quickly set out through space and time; he needed to become stronger, to return faster so that he wouldn’t leave his avatar with all the advantages.

Mu Ying and Gungun teleported directly to the entrance of Sela Restaurant.

“We have fresh bamboo shoots today, would you like to try some?”

Mrs.

Sela said with a smile.

Mu Ying looked down at Gungun, and it nodded its head repeatedly, wanting to eat (●♡∀♡)!

Order a large serving for Gungun and a fried rice for me.

That will be fine.

She wanted a simple meal tonight, to fill up early and go back.

Over a month had already passed in the Emerald World, and the second day of the Trial Time that night was the Summer Month’s full moon night.

The long-awaited Four Seasons Market was coming, a market exclusive to witches; she was very curious.

Mu Ying sped up her eating as she thought about things...