116. Chen San, the Madman of the Mortal Realm

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Chen Sheng looked at this poor, timid little ghost girl with a face full of speechlessness.

The essence of this world was that if one side profited, it inevitably meant another side suffered loss.

It could also be understood as the conservation of energy.

Any ghost arriving in the “World of Demise” could obtain a piece of “residential land.” But this “residential land” came without any grade or size distinction—no matter what ghost it was, the “residential land” granted was always the same.

So how did a ghost manage to possess more “residential land”?

It was nothing but exploiting other ghostly beings!

Although there was a method of converting a projected “foundation” into “residential land,” such projected “residential land” was very fragile.

It was riddled with instability.

If the “foundation” in the human world’s source suffered a problem—no matter how minor, even if it was due to years of neglect causing a beam to break and part of the structure to collapse—it could cause the already transformed “foundation” in the “World of Demise” to crumble and disintegrate on its own.

Therefore, if this ghost named Lu Jinsheng could create such a vast “Food City,” he would never choose such a precarious kind of “residential land.”

Otherwise, wouldn’t he be asking for trouble?

Who knew when such “residential land” might vanish? Even if he could guard against human-caused disasters, he couldn’t prevent natural calamities or unexpected accidents!

And if the place was meant for future generations, then it was even less likely to be this kind of risky “residential land.” It would only be the perfect “residential land” granted by the “World of Demise.”

Hence, this immense “Food City” was less a product of Lu Jinsheng’s own efforts after inheriting his ancestors’ domain, and more the result of the Lu family’s generations of cunning and ruthless seizure, constantly snatching “residential land” from other ghosts, accumulating it over time!

“Apprentice, you’re right!” Upon hearing Chen Sheng’s words, the little ghost girl’s eyes widened, her expression suddenly enlightened, as if some blocked energy channel had been opened and her seven orifices were finally all connected.

But then, she quickly looked dejected again.

Chen Sheng thought she was hopeless, that this “NPC” was beyond saving and had become cowardly once more. Instead, she asked, “Master, I’ve been trying to imitate them, turning other ghosts’ ‘residential land’ into my own. Although it’s all transformed from projected ‘foundations,’ it still counts as ‘residential land.’ But even though I’ve worked so hard for so many years, why don’t I even have one percent of what they have?”

Chen Sheng instantly knew she was talking about that street from before.

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Back when that street still existed, this little ghost girl was full of vigor and even generously wanted to share half of it with him.

Being able to say such nouveau riche-like words must have been her peak time.

So it was precisely because even at her peak, she didn’t have one percent of what others had that she now looked like this.

Chen Sheng comforted her, “Master, they’ve accumulated it over generations. You’ve only been working hard—no, you’ve only put in a few years. How could you possibly compare?”

“That’s right! I’m so stupid. How did I not think of that before?” The little ghost girl brightened again, a smile blossoming on her pale face.

“Apprentice, you’re really clever!”

“Master, you flatter me.” Chen Sheng felt awkward accepting credit for this, as these words were things he had heard from others. Moreover, he sensed that admitting this might actually trap him in some cleverly laid pit by the game designers.

After all, this part of the “game plot” subtly led him to say those words, and judging by the consistent style of this healing game, it was almost certain there was a trap related to “studying hard for ten years.”

Smart as he was, there was no way he’d fall for it.

After all, playing this healing game up to now had been a series of pitfalls. At the start, he thought he hadn’t found the right mission or that the quests had no rewards. But it turned out the way to obtain mission rewards was just like in the real world—he had to do it himself. The NPC issuing the mission would never give it to him willingly!

“Let’s hurry inside!” Chen Sheng said, eager about the new equipment included in this mission.

Upon hearing Chen Sheng’s urging, the little ghost girl quickly led the way.

Though the “Food City” lay just ahead, it was easy for anyone who wasn’t a ghost to get lost here. This place wasn’t just a “Food City” to the ghosts; it was also a nightmare for the living!

Among the derived rules here, there was one specifically targeting living humans.

No one could enter this “Food City” without a ghost guide or without holding the “Temporary Residence Permit for Food City.”

As they approached the city, Chen Sheng began to smell a strange odor.

The scent made him feel slightly nauseous.

“This seems like the smell produced when something rots and is then burned,” Chen Sheng thought, but he remained calm. After all, this was inside the “game,” and to him, this olfactory change was a hint and warning from the healing game—high danger ahead!

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Soon, Chen Sheng saw the source of the smell, and as he suspected, it was a truly disgusting scene.

Two incomplete corpses were burning.

It seemed they hadn’t been burning for long, so he could clearly tell it was a man and a woman.

“What’s this supposed to mean? Gender equality?” Chen Sheng glanced briefly and quickly looked away. Though he felt no discomfort, he didn’t want to stare longer. After all, he wasn’t a professional involved in such matters, nor a pervert with unique tastes.

Still, he memorized the scene.

Because, to Chen Sheng, seeing this before even entering ruled out the possibility that it was meant to intimidate newcomers.

Even though this healing game was highly realistic, it was still a game. This was clearly just a clue left by the game designers for the players.

It might be useful later, somewhere inside the “Food City,” or for some mission.

The entrance to the “Food City” was also slanted, like an inverted trapezoid. The city gate had two doors, but they were irregular—one taller, one shorter—and upon close inspection, they couldn’t be closed at all.

Chen Sheng followed the little ghost girl inside, but the ghost guarding the gate suddenly reached out to stop him, since Chen Sheng was alive and didn’t have the “Temporary Residence Permit for Food City.”

Seeing this, the little ghost girl quickly took out a ghost copper coin, but before she could hand it over, Chen Sheng snatched it from her.

The little ghost girl looked at him in confusion.

“What are we here for?” Chen Sheng gave her a sidelong glance, then kicked the ghost blocking the way. “Go take a hike!”