The circus routine is so old-fashioned. It's not funny at all.
Though he wanted to say that, comedy was Squirrel Girl's specialty. She could always make the most ordinary things funny, so not wanting to interfere with her work, Su Ming swallowed the words.
A circus? Well, they would go with that for now. After all, no human had ever traveled the path to Mystery. Being able to achieve it through the omnipotence of "comedy" in the Marvel Universe already counted as taking a shortcut.
If this method failed, he would probably have to use Gwenpool or Harley's abilities and see if he could take a detour from Outside the Wall, though that would be even less stable.
After all, he knew something about the Squirrel Dimension, but Outside the Wall was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
Had he truly lived Outside the Wall in his previous life?
There had never been an answer to such questions. People liked to let their imaginations run wild, wondering whether they were in someone else's story, whether the Heavenly Dao truly existed, whether there really was such a thing as retribution.
But thinking about it once in a while was enough. Pondering such things would not earn him money, and life could not be lived on imagination alone.
Shaking off those meaningless thoughts, Su Ming leaned against a large tree and waited for Squirrel Girl's work to bear fruit, while taking the chance to inspect the surrounding environment.
The air was filled with the scent of pine. It smelled a little lonely, but he had to admit, the fragrance of pine resin was rather refined.
There were simply too many squirrels. They chattered, worked, and made all kinds of noise, making this far from a place where one could peacefully live in