It had to be said: although some Old Bastards did nothing but loaf around every day, making themselves obnoxious everywhere with their frail, sickly old-man act, they hadn't slacked off quite that outrageously in the end.
Every now and then, they were still useful at critical moments.
Once he had gotten used to the Rabbit Hole's terrifying mobility within this dreamscape, he simply couldn't do without it.
No matter the situation, they could open it anywhere, jump down, and instantly return to camp.
As long as they pulled the entrance back in time, even if heaven and earth shattered on the other end, it had nothing to do with this side.
Ji Jue suspected that the old man still had quite a few good things in his pockets. Unfortunately, he couldn't find an opportunity to squeeze them out of him.
Even more unfortunately, the advantage of strange tale creations was their active spirituality and ability to think independently—and that was also their drawback. Even if you killed one and it dropped as loot, if it didn't want to work for you, you still couldn't use it.
Ji Jue even suspected that the old man knew he understood this, which was why he wore that irritating smile every day and wandered around in front of him.
The moment the two returned to camp, they heard cheers and shouts like rolling thunder, unending and continuous.
Every face was flushed red with excitement, as though they had witnessed everything that had just happened firsthand. The entire camp was immersed in a sea of joy.
They shouted their names in unison.
Within the crowd, Bao Dacai grinned as he watched them get swallowed up and lifted high by the jubilant tide of people, then gestured to Ji Jue as if to say, no need