Only after Ouyang Hai and his companion had eaten enough for five people did they finally feel alive again.
"Uncle Ouyang," Mo Yurou asked curiously, "how did you spend these past few days? Tell me all about it." She really wanted to know what they had been through.
Ouyang Hai had been lounging lazily after filling his belly.
At Mo Yurou's question, he immediately perked up. "Let me tell you, these past few days really opened my eyes."
He then gave her a detailed account of everything they had experienced.
From ten thousand ghosts mining ore to their clash with the Kunlun disciples, then their visit to Meng Po in the Underworld because of the Southern Bright Separation Fire formation, and finally their tour of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
As Mo Yurou listened to Ouyang Hai's account, she kept complaining that Li Yichen hadn't brought her along.
This hadn't been some errand at all. It was practically a bizarre fairy tale.
"That was amazing!" After hearing Ouyang Hai's account, her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Then, seemingly remembering something, she asked, "In that Steamer Hell, is steaming people just like steaming buns? Do they smell good?"
"Urgh..." Ouyang Hai nearly threw up and hurriedly cut her off. "Talk about anything you like, but could you please not mention steamed buns? I only just managed to fill my stomach."
"Oh..." Mo Yurou pursed her lips unhappily. She actually looked rather disappointed.
Is this girl a little twisted? That was the conclusion Li Yichen reached as he watched from the sidelines.
"Okay." Ouyang Hai nodded immediately. They had been away for almost a week, and it was time to go back and settle accounts with Boss Zhou.
Just thinking about how he wouldn't lose money this time, and would instead make a