[Collective suicide is not surprising anymore. This is Deep City, I’ve even seen a line of people jumping into the sewer.]
[These two young masters, instead of inheriting billions, came here to tell stories.]
An Jincheng said:
"It seems there’s an area in Deep City that has established a supernatural caste system based on wealth."
"It’s absurd. We don’t dare to go there. In Deep City, we’re just getting by..."
"Furthermore, it’s said that if you stay in Deep City for too long and want to leave, you have to leave everything you’ve gained here behind."
Fine, a quintessential case of earning in Deep City and spending in Deep City, without taking a single penny back home.
Wen Xishu acted like a high and mighty god, descending to the mortal world to observe the people’s conditions.
After listening to An Jincheng’s story, he realized that perhaps... Longxia also had places where the post-apocalyptic magic was no less than Hujiang’s.
He casually inquired about some questions, waiting for the time to pass.
Sensing some of An Jincheng’s inner desires, Wen Xishu said:
"Actually, there is a place that is safe. I’ve set up a whitelist. If you go there, you won’t have to wander around homeless anymore."
An Youxuan stood up again:
"Really?"
"Is what you’re saying true? Is there such a place in this apocalypse?"
An Jincheng was surprised at his brother’s excitement. But soon, he understood that his brother was actually worried about him.
Worried about his brother, worried about Secretary Bai, worried about Old Wu.
Many times, when danger struck, An Youxuan was the first one to rush in. Without the mission to inherit billions of wealth...
An Youxuan’s life was left with only guardianship.
After the Slaughter Tower, Wen Xishu went to Wind City, and Scorpio’s little knife never reappeared with the chat group feature since then.
So Wen Xishu currently unlocked a pre-recruitment condition for prospective friends—still unaware that Wen Xishu even has a city of his own.
Wen Xishu made a gesture, calmly signaling An Youxuan to sit down:
"Since I’ve spoken about it, there naturally is such a place. Actually, the harsher the environment, the more it can bring out your potential."
"But indeed, Deep City is too surreal. Sometimes, you also have to slow down the pace a bit."
"Go to Wind City. If you ever find that Deep City is too overwhelming and you can’t make it, go to Wind City."
"That place will give you a stable life."
An Youxuan was exceedingly excited.
An Jincheng was also shaken to his core.
The god chosen by their grandfather, could he compare to Wen Xishu? Wen Xishu’s spiritual realm encompasses the entire world, and he can summon people out of thin air... he even has a city of his own!
So powerful, no wonder he was so calm when facing the Ghost Bride’s Red House...
His power had already reached the level of a True God!
[Why does it feel like these two brothers aren’t really here for money, more like they’re here to help him show off?]
[I feel like he pulled it off, and suddenly, I’m interested in their past.]
[The moaning from the next room means nothing to me now! Hurry up and tell us! How did you trick these two heirs? Hurry up and tell us!]
Wen Xishu remained silent, merely continuing to show off.
...
...
Wen Xishu’s situation didn’t worsen because of the accident; instead, the accident made him rather comfortable.
He was contemplating an extremely bold, extremely audacious idea.
This thought made even Wen Xishu himself feel it was a bit absurd, but if the castle could really be realized...
But he hadn’t found the opportunity yet, nor had he figured out how to craft the story material.
As for the other rooms, the situations varied.
The room that met the expectations was the Snake-tongued Woman’s room.
"Your family is broken, and I’m so sorry, but what did I do? My dear, I just love you." The Snake-tongued Woman said to the man in the room.
Under her enchantment, the man once again stopped his original wife from taking revenge on the Snake-tongued Woman.
The Snake-tongued Woman extended her forefinger, and her tongue licked her forefinger in a very seductive gesture, a standard borderline behavior.
With hazy eyes, she said:
"Once you’re done dealing with her, we’ll continue our love, okay?"
[That’s it for today’s story session.]
[Send bullet comments with both hands to prove your innocence.]
[Can I watch this for free? Oh, I am a paying customer.]
[What a pity, the outfit wasn’t my type.]
Barrage comments floated by one after another. The Snake-tongued Woman’s anticipation wasn’t lowered by the accident.
At the same time, her own safety wasn’t threatened by the accident.
The next room was the chef’s room.
Since the mistress had already died at the hands of the chef, the current mistress was simulated.
After discovering the chef’s behavior, the simulated mistress caused quite a disturbance.
The chef’s accident scene was a kitchen.
The mistress was throwing plates around furiously, screaming hysterically.
The chef looked heartbroken, as if he was repenting—if his gaze wasn’t fixed on the plates.
"Hey! Ruining the ingredients, destroying the equipment! Such a sin! Such good equipment!"
The pain in the chef’s eyes didn’t seem to be fake.
His anger soon began to boil.
[Damn, so scary! That look!]
[There are tears in his eyes! It’s like he’s feeling the pain of these utensils!]
[Has he gone mad? The way he looks at people and the way he looks at the utensils are completely different.]
What happened next satisfied the audience seeking perverse thrills.
The chef grabbed a butcher knife and started slicing flesh, breaking bones, and stripping tendons.