After Pei Tugou parked the car, he got out to take a look. After thinking it over, Pei Tugou decided to hold back for now and picked up his phone to make a call.
"Hello, Wen Yan."
"Hey, bro, what's up?"
"It's ."
On the other side, Wen Yan's eyes imdiately narrowed when he heard that tone.
"Brother Gou, what is it?"
"Your old bro was just doing his usual job today. Got a case of a normal death, a young lady who even donated her corneas. Then I found soone had hamred a wooden spike into her skull. I pulled it out, and resentnt started gushing out. Instant corpse mutation."
"Brother Gou, send your location. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"No need. I just want to ask you—soone dared to use like this, splash this kind of filth on . If I string him up from a lamppost, that's not too much, right?"
Wen Yan took a quick breath, his mind spinning, and imdiately played along.
"Brother Gou, trust , I can guarantee the people you find today are definitely just small fry.
If a thug gets caught, all connections behind him will be cut. What's the point in roughing up a small fry?
And honestly, I think there's a good chance everyone you see today is just like you.
Uninford, just people doing their own job."
Pei Tugou thought it over, then said,
"Makes sense."
Having had that ti when there weren't enough lampposts to go around, now he felt that most people weren't even qualified to be hung up there by him.
Punishing a bunch of wage slaves is pointless; it's got to be the ones taking the real profits, people who actually count as the masterminds, who deserve to be hanged.
And really, Pei Tugou felt like this sort of thing wasn't his specialty—best to let Wen Yan handle it.
He sent Wen Yan a real-ti location, then put his phone back where it was.
On Wen Yan's end, after wrapping up the call, he put away his personal phone.
His Scorching Sun Departnt phone was still searching all kinds of info on Starshine Entertainnt in Yu State.
The phone he used to watch live streams was still broadcasting.
A female strear was cosplaying an Elf Zhuoer, doing so borderline content.
She claid it was a custom request from so big shot; the makeup artist must be talented—the makeup really made her look like so demon who couldn't turn into a human shape.
Wen Yan had just sent a few virtual gifts. Seeing everyone asking for different cosplays, he casually suggested she do a zombie, and the strear agreed, saying she hadn't tried it yet.
So far, at best, what Wen Yan saw was just so vanilla borderline streaming.
To put it harshly, there's tons of more explicit stuff out there; compared to what's outside, this is nothing. Wen Yan just figured there had to be more to it, otherwise, why all the effort?
He just hadn't infiltrated deeper yet, only just grabbed onto a clue.
Then sothing happened again on Pei Tugou's end—the old bro was clearly in a bad mood.
Wen Yan, of course, had to move fast and handle the ergency first.
Otherwise, if Pei Tugou found a reason, he'd seriously dare kill his way over there.
Wen Yan put away his phone and called Feng Wei.
Feng Wei said he was with Tong Si; Tong Si had just discovered a ghost who'd co to the mortal realm with him, and Lord Zhu had just caught it.
He asked about it—turns out this ghost had possessed soone, chilling in the sauna, even mocking the bathhouse masseur for being weak, enjoyed a nice scrub and was just enjoying the steam when they caught him.
When caught, the ghost didn't resist; the host wasn't possessed by force either—the ghost actually paid a golden bean about ten grams as rent, just borrowing the body.
This ghost that had crossed over with Tong Si, after just a few days in the mortal world, was already ntally collapsing—any ambition had gone right out the window.
Once he got here, he found out that with just a bit of money, the days he could live were better than any emperor he'd ever dread of being.
And even as a ghost, he didn't have to worry about being wiped out by any so-called righteous passersby.
So what's the point of fighting? He'd even thought about gathering a crew to beco bandits or mountain kings, but now that idea was history.
After getting caught, he only complained that after suffering so much over there, can't a guy just enjoy a little in this life? Who knows where he'd picked up that line.
After confirming things were under control on Feng Wei's side, Wen Yan asked him to help clear a path, saying he had sothing urgent.
Less than ten minutes later, Feng Wei showed up with Tong Si.
Those two were getting along so well they might as well share a pair of pants.
Alright then, since Tong Si's here, let's bring him along.
From Old Zhao's place, they followed the big intersection into the Nether Path. While walking, Wen Yan casually took out his live-streaming phone and scrolled through the pile of people he'd watched over the last couple of days.
Scrolled through a bunch—none of them worth watching.
He felt a bit disappointed; maybe no one was streaming at this hour, or maybe you just couldn't watch streams from the Nether Path.
He made a note to try again later.
Chatting with Feng Wei and Tong Si, he noticed Tong Si didn't bother hiding his origins, openly talking about those ghosts who'd slipped into the real world.
Wen Yan understood—Tong Si must have already told Feng Wei the whole truth.
And Wen Yan could tell, Tong Si and Feng Wei were genuinely friends now, and Tong Si really valued that friendship.
So Wen Yan didn't say anything about it; he thought it was pretty great.
Besides, if Feng Wei and Tong Si were happy, it wasn't his place to run his mouth.
On the way, Wen Yan briefly told Tong Si what might be up and asked for his help once they got there.
In less than ten minutes, they ca out of the desolate tomb. Wen Yan checked the location—they weren't far from where Pei Tugou was. It would only take a few minutes to walk there.
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