You're really something!

"Forget it, I'll figure something out myself..."

Seeing the Yellow Immortal say this, Mo Shang also gave up the idea of asking him for some pocket money.

"I remember human money all comes out of those places. How about we go in and grab some?" The Yellow Immortal spoke again, lifting a paw to point at the bank directly across from them.

"You're really pushing it. As a law-abiding citizen, I won't do anything illegal or against the rules..."

Mo Shang's mouth twitched. He had reason to suspect this guy had been treating the penal code like a get-rich-quick manual.

He had moral boundaries. There was no way he'd stoop to breaking the law for mere money!

"Hiss, wait, Shuyu and I are supposed to be citizens..."

But soon, a thought struck him—he and Jiang Shuyu were unregistered in this world, not even considered citizens...

"How about we go work in a factory and screw in bolts?" The Yellow Immortal suggested again.

"You're supposed to be an immortal. Working in a factory screwing bolts? That's way too degrading. Where'd you even hear that?"

Hearing this, Mo Shang was full of question marks. Having supernatural power and still going to a factory to screw bolts—what kind of twisted logic was that? It was even worse than the last suggestion...

"I heard some humans say that working in a factory screwing bolts can make money. Should be a good way to earn some..."

The Yellow Immortal scratched his head. He usually just holed up in the mountains cultivating, so he really didn't know much about human society.

"Brother Mo Shang, look over there, it's that person from before..." Just then, Jiang Shuyu seemed to notice something and pointed toward the other side of the street.

"Oh, it really is."

Gazing at that familiar figure, Mo Shang flickered with Jiang Shuyu and the Yellow Immortal, appearing right in front of him.

Zhou Yi was startled by the sudden appearance. When he saw it was Mo Shang, his eyes went wide, and he stammered, barely able to speak: "You, you are..."

"We meet again." Mo Shang smiled and greeted him.

"Aren't you aberrants? Why are you here?" Zhou Yi asked in shock.

"Hey, kid, show some respect. This one here is a celestial immortal!" The Yellow Immortal, perched on Mo Shang's shoulder, heard Zhou Yi's words and immediately stepped forward with a dissatisfied look.

"A weasel that talks!?" Staring at the Yellow Immortal speaking human language, Zhou Yi's eyes widened again in disbelief.

"You're a city slicker who's easily startled. You can talk, so why can't I? Ever seen a talking bear?" The Yellow Immortal shot Zhou Yi a disdainful glance.

The commotion naturally drew the attention of pedestrians on the street, who all turned to look.

"Am I still dreaming? A weasel talking? Is this the price of waking up early? No, I need to go back and catch some more sleep..."

"Hey, look at that guy, isn't he the Chosen One, Zhou Yi?"

"Damn, it really is. Quick, let's go get his autograph."

"Wait, look at those two—aren't they the guests from the Bloody Slaughterhouse earlier?!"

"Holy crap, it really is them! Why are they here?!"

"Could they be aberrants?"

"No way, have you ever seen an aberrant that good-looking?"

Having shown their faces in the aberrant livestream before, they quickly became the center of attention.

At that moment, the gossip-loving souls of the crowd on the street ignited fully. Word spread from one to ten, then ten to a hundred, and soon Mo Shang and the others were surrounded on all sides.

Some asked for autographs, some wanted photos—like they'd stumbled upon some rare treasure, eyes gleaming as they crowded in.

Seeing this, Mo Shang couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. He immediately looked at Zhou Yi and said, "Let's go find somewhere quieter."

With that, Mo Shang raised a hand and waved. In an instant, their figures vanished from the spot, leaving only the bewildered crowd behind.

"Holy crap, they disappeared! Could they really be gods?"

"Gods appearing in the mortal world—does that mean spiritual energy is about to awaken?"

"Spiritual energy awakening? I just got dumped after an engagement. Does this mean I can awaken an SSS-rank talent and turn things around?!"

"What you really need to do right now is uninstall that certain tomato-novel app..."

Leaving the street, Mo Shang and the others arrived inside a shabby rental room.

Looking at the somewhat messy surroundings, Mo Shang wore a blank expression and asked Zhou Yi, "This is your place? You live here?"

"Uh, yeah. Haven't had time to clean up lately. It's a bit messy, don't mind it..." Zhou Yi scratched his head awkwardly.

"That's not right. Looking at your face, your family shouldn't be short on money, right?" Mo Shang asked, puzzled.

"My family isn't short on money, but I am..."

Zhou Yi gave a bitter smile, as if about to say something, but in the end, he didn't continue, as if there was something he couldn't bring up.

"By the way, I'm Zhou Yi. I don't know what to call you two." Zhou Yi didn't want to dwell on the topic and changed the subject.

"I'm Mo Shang, and this is my partner, Jiang Shuyu." Mo Shang nodded slightly in response, then said.

"Then I'll call you Brother Mo. Brother Mo, have a seat. I'll go make some tea..." Zhou Yi said again, then headed toward the kitchen.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

But just as Zhou Yi was about to make tea, a crisp knock on the door rang out at that moment.

"They're here."

Zhou Yi paused his motion to brew tea, turned around, and walked toward the door, pulling it open.

Outside stood a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, a faint smile on his face that gave him a kindly, benevolent air.

Behind him were two young people in black combat uniforms, their sharp eyes carrying a hint of killing intent—a stark contrast to the man's gentle demeanor.

"You're Zhou Yi, right? I'm Chen Guodong, director of the National Supernatural Administration Bureau." The middle-aged man spoke with a smile, extending his hand toward Zhou Yi.

"Hello, Director Chen." Zhou Yi replied, somewhat flattered as he shook the man's hand.

"Thank you for your contribution to the Dragon Kingdom this time." Chen Guodong added, expressing his gratitude sincerely.

"It's my duty, my duty—after all, no one wants to die inside a dungeon. Is there something you've come for?" Zhou Yi quickly waved his hand, then asked.

"There is indeed something very important. How much do you know about those two from the previous dungeon?" At this, Chen Guodong's smile faded, his expression turning serious.

"Not much. Director Chen, what's wrong?" Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, then pressed further.

Chen Guodong looked at Zhou Yi, pondered for a moment, and then spoke:

"Based on our analysis, they shouldn't be aberrations. They weren't among those present when the Bloody Slaughterhouse opened last time..."

"Moreover, as guests of the aberration world, he should be able to appear in other dungeons. The key that can open the door is the best proof..."

"If we could gain his help, our Dragon Kingdom's chosen ones could greatly increase their clearance rate. If they appear in the next dungeon, I hope you can make contact with them again..."

"Um, Director Chen, how about you contact them instead? They're right inside..." Zhou Yi paused, stunned, then said.