Although Lin Hao and Vice Captain Xiyu haven’t interacted much, the few encounters have revealed his character.
Most of the ti, he’s quite carefree, even excessively laid-back. However, for soone like him to beco the Vice Captain of the River Debris City Managent Team, he must have his own professional dedication.
And through communicating with the [Devout Buddhist], it’s clear that whenever there’s any containnt objects or uncontrollable receptacles erging in River Debris City, Vice Captain Xiyu is always at the forefront of the charge —
Turning them into money and sports cars.
According to the [Blood-Handed Blade Demon], the event the [Snake Catcher] attended was personally invited by Vice Captain Xiyu...
Isn’t this sowhat of a face-to-face encounter?
Nonetheless, before sending them away, Lin Hao gave the still squirming [Blood-Handed Blade Demon] a swift chop to the back of his neck —
[Lin Hao defeated a Wild Cultivator and Lin Hao obtained a Lower Grade Pseudo Spirit Root of the gold elent]
Wake up.
Knock out.
[Lin Hao defeated a Wild Cultivator and Lin Hao obtained fifteen Mid-grade Spirit Stones]
Wake up.
Knock out.
[Lin Hao defeated a Wild Cultivator and Lin Hao obtained six Lower Grade Spirit Stones]
Wake up...
Knock out...
After scavenging all the "Spirit Stone Fragnts" off the [Blood-Handed Blade Demon], Lin Hao sent the little girl and the [Blood-Handed Blade Demon] out of this dungeon world.
As for himself...
He stayed behind because he had important matters to attend to!
Mainly to conduct an experint.
It’s well-known that Lin Hao acquires Spirit Stones by converting the "cash" he obtains into Spirit Stones.
This conversion process is convenient and swift...
Clean and hygienic.
Strictly adhering to a conversion ratio of 1000:1, unaffected by inflation.
This world currently seems to have no living natives, aside from zombies.
Based on the knowledge Lin Hao acquired from studying in the library, he plans to pick up—
unclaid objects.
Mainly to attempt to see if money in this dungeon world can be converted into Spirit Stones.
Using Divine Thought perception, Lin Hao sensed scattered bills nearby by the roadside.
Lin Hao approached these bills and shouted:
"Is this money anyone’s?"
Zombies: Roar!
"Does anyone still want this money?"
Zombies: Hiss!
"If no one wants it, I’ll pick it up."
Zombies: Roar!!!
The zombies did not respond in the slightest to Lin Hao’s call.
The zombies appeared completely disinterested in money.
Might as well pick them up and see...
Lin Hao gently pinched the bills among a few footprints and held them in his hand.
To be fair, the craftsmanship of the banknotes in this dungeon world was quite fine. Look at this printed portrait, beard...
Hmm?
He’s been holding on to it for a while, yet this money remains money? It hasn’t transford into Spirit Stones?
Ever since Lin Hao embarked on cultivation, he hasn’t touched money at all, nor does he have any interest in it.
Perhaps this money is dirty?
Lin Hao pondered and then entered a nearby shop.
This shop appeared to be a physical bookstore, seemingly managed on a daily basis.
Or to be precise, before the White Impermanence Avatar revealed itself in this city, the city was operated solely by zombies.
This bookstore was also maintained orderly by the zombies.
The cash drawer was still open.
"I’ll just borrow it for a little experint!"
Lin Hao said to the surveillance cara.
...
City Ergency Command Center Monitoring Room.
Sang Biao watched the surveillance. More precisely, the zombies were watching Lin Hao.
This is currently the only living human being in the city.
The [Blood-Handed Blade Demon] from the Extraordinary Universal School and the female human originally supposed to trade with the intelligent zombies of this dungeon world were sent out by him.
This person is very strong, undefeatable.
Initially, Sang Biao thought that this person, too, belonged to the Extraordinary Universal School. When the world was about to collapse, after sending out colleagues and trading partners, he would leave.
But what’s with picking up money?
And why go into the shop to take money?
The money from this Little World of theirs would be directly deed counterfeit in the Main World, right? It’s certainly useless if taken.
Is it possible to take it out...
And turn this money into a Contained Object?
But if the items haven’t been imbued with a trace of the Little World’s origin power, can’t people who enter the dungeon also not take them out?
Inside Sang Biao’s nearly decayed brain, there was a big question mark.
Especially as Sang Biao watched on the monitors, observing this person pass by store after store, picking up banknote after banknote.
It looked as if he simply liked money, and when he picked it up, he examined it carefully.
What a strange human...
After watching for a while, Sang Biao decided not to watch the human anymore. He left the monitoring room, took the elevator, and arrived on the rooftop.
He looked at the towering white phantom standing in the city, sensing the presence of fellow beings appearing outside the city, entering in groups, and quietly dying one by one as they rushed toward the gigantic phantom.
What on earth is going on?
Sang Biao couldn’t comprehend.
Why was Little World Mother doing this?
When Sang Biao had a consciousness contact with Little World Mother, he had asked why she turned people into zombies.
At that ti, the mother’s consciousness told Sang Biao that even she didn’t know, just felt that this was the normal evolutionary direction.
Damn normal...
Sang Biao: Why is this normal?
Dungeon World Consciousness: Normal is just normal.
Sang Biao: There must be a reason.
Dungeon World Consciousness: Why must there be so many whys?
Sang Biao: Could it be that this crucial evolutionary decision was just sothing you randomly thought up?
Dungeon World Consciousness: Of course not, I don’t even have a brain.
Sang Biao: Then why is this normal?
Dungeon World Consciousness: Normal is just...
No matter how Sang Biao tried to communicate with the world consciousness, he couldn’t get a result.
After many fruitless attempts, Sang Biao gave up.
What’s the point in asking for a result anyway?
He had already beco like this, unable to turn back into a human.
Like an old hen simred to welco a distinguished guest, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t return to her nest to sing "big and tall."...
But now the world consciousness is handing over the lives surviving the "normal evolutionary path" to be harvested by this towering white phantom?
And wants to follow this white phantom?
Sang Biao looked up, seeing the sky was already full of cracks. He took out his notebook and began to write his daily report...
As he wrote, he drifted into a muddled state able to communicate with the world consciousness, successfully establishing a connection.
Sang Biao: Mother, what are you doing?
Dungeon World Consciousness: I am doing the right thing.
Sang Biao: There you go again! What’s the damn right thing? You turned into a zombie, you said it was right, now tell , what is right!
Although he was born into this world, naturally close to the world consciousness, he’d even prepared himself to be annihilated together with the dungeon world consciousness under the soft knife of the Extraordinary Universal School.
But...
Not in this way!
Yet, after raising the issue, Sang Biao felt like he was asking for nothing.
The dungeon world consciousness sotis is lucid, but when it cos to what’s right or not, it can’t provide any conclusions...
Eventually, it all becos redundant talk.
But in the next mont, a bell-like voice bood in Sang Biao’s consciousness—
"The cycle of Heavenly Dao, this is the righteous path!"
The language in this voice had an ancient feel, even though it was the first ti hearing it, Sang Biao could understand its aning.
Moreover, when this voice appeared in his mind, Sang Biao realized it was spoken by the wearer of that pure white form with the high hat...
And Sang Biao also realized that the owner of this voice bore an extrely noble identity—
It was an emissary capturing souls for the Underworld, a Yin ssenger to guide the dead from the mortal realm, the Lord White Impermanence himself, and the renowned Ghost Immortal!
Sounded very powerful.
Sang Biao instinctively replied with his consciousness:
"Oh oh oh! You’re the Lord White Impermanence of the Underworld! I’ve heard so much about you!"
But after the response, Sang Biao set his decaying brain to think.
What is the Underworld?
What is a Yin ssenger?
What is a Ghost Immortal?
Yet, they sound quite powerful...
For the whole night, Sang Biao felt as if his brain wasn’t enough, could it be because he had been dead for too long without proper preservation, so it had rotted?
Thinking this, Sang Biao’s consciousness withdrew from the dungeon world consciousness and found a mirror, prying open his skull...
He activated the front cara of his phone, held it up high, click click...
In the photos, Sang Biao saw that his brain was still quite intact, no water accumulation, no worms growing, so why did it feel inadequate?
When the word "Underworld" popped into his brain just now, Sang Biao felt he should know, but he just...
He didn’t know.
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