Guilongchao: I played the domineering CEO to the bone.

Chapter 115 The Dragon Realm That Can Escape, Unpredictable Intrusion

"So, this director has no choice but to make a trip to that so-called Netherworld Abode?"

Tong gazed at the setting sun on the horizon, the sky growing increasingly dark...

It's getting late...

It's almost time for the most dangerous moments depicted in horror movies...

This director has to venture into some kind of haunted mansion late at night??

This is really going to kill me...

Master Du jumped onto the mailbox in Longchao Pavilion and solemnly declared to Tong from his elevated position:

"We have no better choice than this, and the current situation does not allow us time to study it slowly."

Unlike Min Moyou, Tong, though not particularly strong, dared to venture into any dragon realm.

As the saying goes, Director Long Chaotong is full of courage!

Although Hitomi didn't fully understand the extent of the danger behind this matter, she had already made up her mind to rescue Hikari—perhaps she hadn't hesitated since the very first second she learned that Hikari was missing.

The problem is... now Director Tong doesn't know how to find that so-called Netherworld Abode.

Don't worry, Du Moumao knows.

“Traditionally, after exchanging ‘door post’, there would be tedious steps such as ‘visiting each other’ before the betrothal gifts could be exchanged… But this post omits all these steps.”

"It seems they really want to get married as soon as possible..."

Master Du stroked the cat's whiskers lightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

"Then let's do as the instructions in this post as soon as possible... First, we need to purchase some 'placement' betrothal gifts."

bride price.....?

"Hey hey hey hey hey!!!!"

Upon triggering the keyword, Tong jumped up in a panic!

"Aren't betrothal gifts usually just gold and silver jewelry? My salary as a director can't afford to spend like that! Are gold and silver jewelry really things that I, as a director, can even afford to handle?"

If all the Nine Directions Coins produced in the Mirage Treasure Vault Dragon Domain belonged to this director, then it might not be impossible to obtain them...

"But it's absolutely necessary to save Xiao Guang, right? Then you'll have to reimburse me, Mr. Du!"

Speaking of jewelry, Tong suddenly remembered that Min Moyou had also given her a ring; if she sold it, it would be worth a fortune...

Ugh, I keep thinking about him everywhere! It's so annoying!

"By the way, does Longchao Pavilion currently have enough funds in its accounts for reimbursement?"

If the expenses are reimbursed, after rescuing Xiaoguang, I'll see if there's a chance to secretly pocket the jewelry and such...

Oh dear! The rescue operation involves a place that sounds rather eerie, which might lead to a fight and some losses. Isn't that reasonable?

This director is a genius! He even managed to cover for himself in this situation!

"Director, you are overthinking it."

Du Maomao couldn't stand it anymore and used her paw to stop Tong from continuing her trash talk.

Mr. Du said, "You don't understand anything, you don't use your brain, you just keep talking and talking, what nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you listen to what I have to say?"

Mr. Du secretly grumbled to himself, but having worked with Director Tong for a long time, he was already familiar with her personality and could hold back his complaints.

"If Mr. Du is not mistaken, since this is not a wedding for a living person, then the so-called betrothal gifts... only need to be made of paper."

Du Maomao said all she had to say, only giving Tong a look to indicate that she would be in charge of the next part of the execution plan.

Tongxin understood... but where could she buy paper betrothal gifts? Were there any paper craftsmen around? And no funeral parlors either...?

In fact, Longchao Pavilion probably handles the most funeral-related matters in this area.

Things like the zombies being turned into monsters by the leaked curse power from the Dragon Realm, the lingering resentment of the dead affected by the curse power causing ghosts, and the coffin lids not being able to hold the body down, and so on...

Tsk tsk, what a hassle.

After thinking for a moment, Tong decided to try her luck at the nearby Deli store.

...............

Now, Xiao Ran noticed the very festive dragon realm that Min Moyou had described.

He then waved his hand and summoned a flock of birds made of yang-attribute incantation power—they didn't really look like birds, but they were similar in spirit.

A flock of magical birds materialized out of thin air, flew down, and lay prostrate at Xiaoran and Minmoyou's feet, together forming a golden-red auspicious cloud.

Xiao Ran stepped forward and beckoned Min Moyou to come up as well.

This cloud-shaped transportation spell wasn't spacious. When Min Moyou stood on it, she was almost right next to Xiaoran. It was unclear whether the cloud was just that big or if Xiaoran had made it that way on purpose.

After Min Moyou stood on it, Xiao Ran slightly raised his hand, and the auspicious cloud of incantation rose steadily and slowly into the air. With a thought, Xiao Ran transformed the auspicious cloud into a stream of light, breaking through the wind and flying towards the mountains surrounding Zhongpu District.

However, Minmoyou was steady and didn't feel any wind pressure at all while speeding on Xiangyun. He still consciously wrapped his hands around Xiaoran's waist to ensure safety.

Xiao Ran felt Min Moyou close to her, a warm touch on her waist, and her cheeks flushed for a moment.

I've never been this close to any man before...

When Yu Youquan was young, he was also a rigid supporter of the Yu family style. Even if he liked Xiaoran back then and wanted to be with her, he still showed a polite and courteous demeanor.

He quickly regained his composure.

She didn't live long, but her status destined her to be anything but an introvert. Constantly brought to various high-society banquet halls in the upscale district, she had to be adept at social maneuvering.

Moreover, considering the years she spent as a dragon's remains, she was a full 68 years old. Naturally, she wouldn't be like a young girl who would blush and have her heart pound uncontrollably at the slightest physical contact from Min Moyou.

She simply asked:

"What are you doing?"

"Flying is dangerous, I have taken safety precautions."

Min Moyou whispered in response near Xiaoran's ear, and the unusual sensation made Xiaoran feel her earlobe soften...

"Oh... considering how patiently you taught me how to play with Little Spirit Eyes, hmph~"

Xiao Ran didn't care anymore and just focused on controlling the auspicious cloud to fly.

Having only been awake for a short while, Xiaoran had already realized that she was currently in a state of being enslaved by Min Moyou, but Min Moyou did not use the power that could enslave her will.

Since Min Moyou is willing to respect her as a human being, she certainly doesn't mind living like one.

A complete person is one who has their own personality, temperament, and characteristics.

The actual area of ​​Nakaura Ward is not as small as depicted in the game; it is actually a basin surrounded by mountains.

Xiaoran and Minmoyou probably started from the central part of Zhongpu District and chased each other all the way to the dense forests near Shizi District, by which time it was already dark.

"Aren't we there yet?"

Min Moyou noticed that after Xiaoran brought him to the mountains on the border of Zhongpu District on auspicious clouds, he seemed to be searching for something around these mountains.

He remembered that in the story, Tong rode in the summoned sedan chair, and in the blink of an eye, she was in the Dragon Realm.

Could that bridal sedan chair be a spatial artifact? Could it be used for teleportation?

"Hmm...we've been discovered."

"Ok?"

"The Dragon Lord who rules this Dragon Domain has a very high level of control over it. We didn't make many preparations when we approached, nor did we pay attention to concealing our presence. Or rather, it sensed the magical power of the auspicious cloud beneath our feet..."

"so?"

Min Moyou imbued his spiritual power into his incantation, spreading it outwards as if he had discovered something...

"Anyway, the current situation is that the controller of that dragon domain, well, it shouldn't be human, it has compressed all the boundaries of that dragon domain that could possibly have rift entrances, and is leading the entire dragon domain in a frantic escape."

Xiao Ran explained,

"They're really not welcoming us... They're running pretty fast, I might have to chase them for a while."

Min Moyou could indeed sense a ripple not far from him and Xiaoran that was out of place with the surrounding reality. It was constantly making short spatial jumps around the mountains, trying to get away from him and Xiaoran.

"...This thing is really cowardly."

"you do not say!"

Xiao Ran and Min Moyou were gradually closing the distance between themselves and the fleeing Dragon Domain, and it seemed they would catch up soon.

Just wait...

Feeling utterly bored...

Xiao Ran suddenly slapped his forehead!

"Huh? I don't even know your name! Where are you from?"

Xiao Ran urged the auspicious clouds beneath her feet to continue, then turned her head and asked Min Moyou curiously—had she only realized this now?

However, with their bodies almost touching, one in front of the other, as she suddenly turned her head, her lips unexpectedly made intimate contact with Min Moyou's cheek...

Xiao Ran pretended to be nonchalant, her big, bright eyes eagerly awaiting Min Moyou's answer.

Only she knew that just now, it felt as if an electric current had surged through her, from her lips to her heart, and then spread throughout her entire body...

So... this is what a kiss feels like?

"Then let's get to know each other formally."

Min Moyou straightened his sleeves and stretched out one hand toward Xiaoran.

“I am Min Moyou, a native of Qinmin District. I am the sole heir of the Min family, a reclusive lineage in Qinmin District.”

Xiaoran confidently and naturally shook hands with Min Moyou's outstretched hand.

"I am Xiaoran! Hmm... I don't seem to have any identity..."

"Oh! I've got it!"

"I am Xiaoran, a resident of Wuli District, a top-tier musician, and a close partner of the sole heir of the reclusive Min family, a powerful clan in Qinmin District!"

Xiao Ran gave Min Moyou a playful smile, as if asking him: Aren't I amazing? My background story is longer than yours!

"Wow, that's amazing."

Min Moyou smiled indulgently at Xiaoran, and snuggled even closer into Xiaoran's embrace...

I will cherish this girl whose fate has been so tragic.

"Then what should I call you from now on? I can't just keep calling you 'you, you, you' all the time, can I?"

"up to you."

"Little Minmin? Little Momo? Little Youyou~? Which one do you like?"

"Isn't there a more normal way to address someone?"

Min Moyou was speechless... What should she do if she suddenly didn't want to pity her anymore?

"So what?! I'm your grandmother's generation! Call me Grandma Xiaoran and let me hear it~? Hehehehehe..."

The smug and carefree Xiaoran was given a warning by the not-so-bright consciousness of the person in charge.

Ren Huangfan: My energetic young lad... uh, little sister, wants to ride roughshod over my boss? What would that make me?

"oops!"

Feeling inexplicably that her ability to speak was somewhat restricted, Xiao Ran let out a dissatisfied groan...

Waaaaah... It seems I'll never be able to say those nicknames again—Little Minmin, Little Momo, and Little Youyou... Just thinking about saying them makes my mouth freeze, it's uncontrollable... Waaaaah...

"Then what should I call you?"

"Isn't there a more normal way to address someone?"

"Hmm... then I'll call you..."

Xiao Ran suddenly recalled her first impression of the name Min Moyou.

"Then I'll call you General Manager Min!"

"Can't you just call me by my name normally?"

"That's so boring, isn't it? Hehe..."

..................

Lion District.

"You must be suffering here because you're bound by what you care about."

“It’s okay. Many people can’t accept death, let alone their own. I don’t blame you.”

After a fierce battle—in a burned-down abandoned factory—where a stubborn soul unwilling to accept its own death was forcibly ferried across,

"Those who are reborn sever all attachments and return to the River of Oblivion."

The dark blue curse spread to every corner, and a pool of Yellow Springs water appeared out of nowhere, cascading down from the sky like a waterfall, calming all the resentment and unwilling obsession.

After a long day of hard work ferrying people across the river, the impermanent master finally resolved the request that had been drawn to him because of her peculiar attire, which led people to mistake her for a ghost-catching master.

"After ferrying a few more people to their deaths, we'll have enough money to ask Longchao Pavilion to help us find that address."

Even when no one commissions it, when the Impermanent Ones encounter those deceased people who are bound to their obsessions in one place—that is, the remnants of their will energy and spell power resonating with the power of the deceased—it will also step in to ferry them across to the other side of the River of Oblivion.

Wu Chang adjusted the small black round hat on his head that read "May you make money at first sight," tidied his slightly messy long white hair, and a faint fluctuation of emotion appeared in his indifferent red eyes.

He was probably happy because he would soon have enough money to ask Longchao Pavilion to help him look up the address that had always been in his mind.

Lifting a copper coin staff tied with a red ribbon and jingling with silver bells, the impermanent figure, out of place in the world, stepped into the crowds on the street.

She's going to eat.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Wuchang stopped and looked back in confusion.

Looking back towards Nakaura Ward.

"Where? Are there also people who need to be ferried across when they pass away?"

Without much hesitation, the petite Impermanence held the staff horizontally, and with a light leap, her feet, clad in black and white gradient stockings and old-fashioned carp-head leather shoes, landed successfully on the handle of the staff.

Yes, she floated into the air on her staff!

"Whether it's Nakaura Ward, Shishi Ward, or anywhere else, as long as there are people who have passed away and need to be ferried across, I will come."

Impermanence, riding on its staff, floated in mid-air and leisurely flew towards Nakaura Ward.

"Huh? How come this deceased person can still run? And so fast."

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