You're Really Asking for Jail!

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

Seeing Yellow Immortal say that, Mo Shang gave up on asking him for some spending money.

"I remember human money comes from inside those things. How about we go in and take some?" Yellow Immortal spoke again, lifting a paw to point at the bank directly across from them.

"You're really asking for jail! As a law-abiding citizen, I'd never do anything illegal..."

Mo Shang's mouth twitched. He had good reason to suspect Yellow Immortal thought the criminal code was a get-rich-quick guide.

He had morals. There was no way he'd commit a crime over a little money!

"Wait, no. Shuyu and I are citizens..."

But it soon occurred to him that he and Jiang Shuyu were undocumented in this world. They didn't even count as citizens...

"How about getting a job on an assembly line?" Yellow Immortal spoke again.

"You're an immortal, for heaven's sake. What's this about working on an assembly line? That's beneath you. Where did you even hear that?"

Mo Shang stared at him, baffled. They had supernatural powers, yet Yellow Immortal was suggesting they work in a factory. What kind of bizarre thought process was that? It was even worse than his previous suggestion...

"I heard humans say that working in a factory can earn you money. It should be a good way to make money..."

Yellow Immortal scratched his head. He spent most of his time cultivating in the mountains, so he really didn't know much about human society.

"Brother Mo Shang, look over there. Isn't that the person from before...?" Just then, Jiang Shuyu seemed to notice something and pointed to the other side of the street.

"Oh, it really is."

Looking at the familiar figure, he brought Jiang Shuyu and Yellow Immortal along in a flash, appearing right in front of the man.

Zhou Yi was startled by the sudden appearance of the figures. When he saw that it was Mo Shang, his eyes widened, and he was so frightened he could barely get the words out. "Y-you're..."

"Fancy seeing you again." Mo Shang greeted him with a smile.

"Aren't you two supernatural beings? What are you doing here?" Zhou Yi exclaimed in shock.

"Hey, watch your manners, kid! This is an exalted immortal!" Yellow Immortal, perched on Mo Shang's shoulder, immediately piped up in displeasure.

"The weasel just talked!?" Zhou Yi's eyes widened again as he stared at Yellow Immortal, who had spoken in human language. He couldn't believe it.

"Don't be so amazed, you country bumpkin. You can talk, so why can't I? Ever seen a talking bear?" Yellow Immortal rolled his eyes at Zhou Yi and scoffed.

The commotion naturally drew the attention of the passersby, who all turned to look.

"Am I seeing things because I got up too early? A weasel just talked! Is this the price I pay for getting up early? No, I need to hurry home and catch up on sleep..."

"Hey, look at that guy. Isn't he Chosen One Zhou Yi?"

"Damn, you're right! Quick, let's get his autograph!"

"Wait, look at those two. Aren't they the guests from the Bloody Slaughterhouse?!"

"Whoa, they really are! What are they doing here?!"

"Could they be supernatural beings?"

"How could that be? Have you ever seen supernatural beings that handsome?"

Since they had appeared on the supernatural livestream before, the group quickly became the center of attention.

The crowd's inner gossip mongers were now ablaze. Word spread from one to ten, then from ten to a hundred, and soon the passersby had surrounded Mo Shang and the others so tightly that not even water could get through.

Some wanted autographs, others wanted photos with them. They crowded around with shining eyes as if they'd found rare treasures.

At the sight of this, Mo Shang felt a headache coming on. He looked at Zhou Yi and the others and said, "Come on. Let's find somewhere quieter."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shang waved a hand. Their figures vanished in an instant, leaving the crowd staring in bewilderment.

"Whoa, they disappeared! Could they really be immortals?"

"Immortals have appeared in the mortal world. Does this mean spiritual energy is about to revive?"

"Spiritual energy revival? I just got dumped by my fiancée. Could I awaken an SSS-Rank Talent and turn my life around?!"

"The most important thing you need to do right now is uninstall that certain tomato novel app..."

After leaving the street, Mo Shang and the others arrived in a dilapidated rental apartment.

Looking at the somewhat cluttered room, Mo Shang stared in confusion and asked Zhou Yi, "This is your place? You live here?"

"Uh, yeah. I haven't had time to clean lately, so it's a bit messy. Don't mind it..." Zhou Yi scratched his head awkwardly.

"Wait, that doesn't make sense. Judging by your face, your family shouldn't be short on money?" Mo Shang asked again, thoroughly puzzled.

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

Zhou Yi gave a bitter smile. He seemed about to say something, but in the end he didn't continue, as if there were something he couldn't bring himself to share.

"By the way, my name's Zhou Yi. I still don't know what to call you two." Zhou Yi clearly didn't want to say more on the subject and changed the topic.

"I'm Mo Shang, and this is my girlfriend, Jiang Shuyu." Mo Shang nodded slightly before answering.

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

"Knock, knock, knock..."

But just as Zhou Yi was about to make tea, a crisp knock sounded at the door.

"Coming."

Zhou Yi stopped and turned away from the kitchen, walking over to open the door.

Standing outside was a middle-aged man in a traditional Chinese tunic suit. A faint smile rested on his face, giving him a kind and benevolent air.

Behind him stood two young people dressed in black combat uniforms. Unlike the middle-aged man, their eyes were sharp, and they carried a hint of bloodlust.

"You're Zhou Yi, right? I'm Chen Guodong, Director of the National Supernatural Administration Bureau." The middle-aged man smiled as he spoke, extending a hand toward Zhou Yi.

"Hello, Director Chen." Zhou Yi replied, shaking his hand with some trepidation.

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

"It was the least I could do. After all, no one wants to die inside a dungeon. Is there something you need?" Zhou Yi quickly waved his hand, then asked.

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

"Not much, Director Chen. What's going on?" Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, then asked again.

Chen Guodong looked at Zhou Yi, thought for a moment, then began to explain:

"Based on our analysis, they probably aren't supernatural beings. They weren't inside the Bloody Slaughterhouse the last time it opened..."

"Besides, as guests of the Weird World, they should be able to appear in other dungeons. That key that can open doors is the best proof..."

"If we can get their help, our Dragon Kingdom's Chosen Ones will have a much better chance of clearing dungeons. If they show up in the next one, I hope you can make contact with them again..."

"Well, Director Chen, why don't you talk to them yourself? They're right inside..." Zhou Yi said, stunned.