[Blessing Wind:

A popular modern decoration style that enables residents to maintain an efficient work status even after returning home, while also preserving the feeling of being at home. With this decoration style, you’ll enjoy inviting others to visit and experience your home.

The number of people you can invite is related to the size of the Hell of Affairs, and the feeling of the visitors after experiencing it is directly proportional to their time spent there.

Current number of invitees: 0.996

Note: The forum moderator will take care of welcoming your guests and ensure you won’t be embarrassed.]

Wow...

Really, wow.

The original "Vitality Stealing Secret Realm" was filled with lush "vitality," which was completely useless for a cultivator like me in the Residual Pill Stage, but at least it wasn’t "stealing."

Now, the space has shrunk, and one doesn’t need to sneak in. Although its name has been changed to "Hell of Affairs," Lin Hao thought, just based on this description, calling it the "Vitality Stealing Secret Realm" isn’t too much, right?

And the number of invitees is 0.996. What kind of bizarre number is that?

Just as Lin Hao decided to enter the Hell of Affairs to have a look, he discovered...

He couldn’t get in.

[0.996 people have already been invited to the Hell of Affairs (Blessing Wind)]

Lin Hao: ???

Wow, after 0.996 people got in, I can’t get in. How did I get in just now?

But luckily, it’s not a big problem; I can just wait and look again when people leave.

Proceeding with life as usual...

First to practice swordsmanship.

Rise and Dance!

Looking up at the clouds that seem to have thickened again, Lin Hao greeted them politely—

Oi~

Rumbling~ rumbling~ rumbling~

[Residual Pill Ancestor Lin Hao’s understanding of the Thunder Tribulation of Heavenly Dao has deepened]

[Every move can cause disturbances in the Thunder Tribulation of Heavenly Dao]

[Truly worthy of being the strongest in Ke Chen’s Little World!]

...

Since last night till now.

Because vitality was first stolen by the Gluttonous Legislator, then rebounded by White Impermanence, Ke Chen City has been thrown into chaos for quite a while.

The leadership, staff, and contractors from street offices, judicial offices, social conflict mediation centers, and various organizations have all sprung into action.

Of course, the police force is an indispensable power!

"Ring ring, ring ring..."

An older police officer riding a shared bike, and a young police officer also on a shared bike, weaving through the places that need them.

Why not drive a police car that can sound alarms?

Unsurprisingly, there aren’t enough of them!

Taking the young officer along, riding wherever needed according to arrangement.

Luckily, after a night of turmoil, when the sky is just beginning to brighten, the city is gradually restoring order.

"Master, what exactly is White Impermanence? We’ve all seen it; surely it’s not some mass hallucination event like in the news, right?" the young officer asked.

"I... don’t know either. Seen it all, but the City Management Team must be hiding something, though there aren’t many like that, or society would have already gone chaotic. Just watch how the news presents it, uh, fabricates it, and life goes on the same."

Tonight, the older officer recalled some cases that had been transferred, sealed, or classified as top secret.

Taking another look at his right arm, which had a conspicuous bullet through wound because of which he had earned a second-class merit. But when the green spots from the sky merged into his body, the scar vanished.

Soon, the pair lost interest in casual conversations as new assignments came from the police dispatch center...

"Officer, you have to believe me! I didn’t kill anyone! I was just performing, and suddenly that person disappeared, leaving only this..."

The crying woman, the young officer had seen several times—an old actress, often detained for her lifestyle involving street performances.

Every contact in her phone book apart from a young boyfriend she financially supported was deservedly detained.

The young officer put on gloves and placed what the woman’s finger was pointing at into an evidence bag—a tiny sparrow.

"Come with us."

The older and younger officers went downstairs and hailed a car.

"You’ve been summoned."

While escorting her to the station, things were tumultuous.

When putting her into the interrogation room, the young officer saw a middle-aged woman crying at the incident report desk.

"My husband went missing last night; I can’t contact him at all! You have to help me, it’s so chaotic outside! He’s such an honest man..."

...

Last night, while everyone resisted, the Corpse Interpreter simply lay down.

His ability only works on the dead, and when his vitality was stolen, perhaps coworkers could help, but in confronting the Gluttonous Legislator, protective forces should be given to combat personnel.

Lying in the freezer, the Corpse Interpreter remembered his life, being initially captured by the Gluttonous Legislator for experiments, later escaping with a captain to Ke Chen City for safety...

Slept with people, and been slept by people, often lazy, occasionally hardworking.

If he weren’t an Extraordinary, he would just be an ordinary person.

Hmm...

This is nonsense.

But it holds philosophical significance.

He’s always felt alienated from the city of Ke Chen and his role as a Corpse Interpreter, or rather, he feels distant from everything except for the captain.

He always feels he can’t fit in with others, especially since his abilities are rather eerie, it makes it even harder to blend in with others.

Being human is just too exhausting. In the next life, I want to be...

As his thoughts spiraled deeper, the vitality feedback from White Impermanence engulfed the Corpse Interpreter, making him feel a sudden lightness...

Is this the feeling of ascending to heaven after death?

Buzz buzz buzz...

It seemed to be the vibration of a phone.

I’m dying, and someone is still messaging me?

In a daze, the Corpse Interpreter pressed the mute button.

Continue to experience the feeling of ascending to heaven after death.

Yikes!

I’m dead!

Gradually, he lost all consciousness... 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"The Corpse Interpreter is here!"

"Is he dead?"

"Probably not, he’s probably just asleep."

"Wake up! Corpse Interpreter, wake up! There’s a meeting!"

What’s going on, do you still need to attend meetings after dying?

The Corpse Interpreter drowsily opened his eyes, seeing the familiar face of a colleague right in front of him.

After some awkward exchanges, he finally confirmed that he wasn’t dead.

He opened his phone, seeing numerous missed calls and messages...

Many people inquiring about his status:

"Jade-Faced Little Tyrannosaurus Brother, how are you, man? Want to grab some beers?"

"..."

Thinking of the slightly intoxicated feeling of drinking, being human is great...

At his colleague’s invitation, the Corpse Interpreter left the morgue, and as he headed towards the meeting, he saw ’I have read it’ howling in the sky, passionately singing "clang of iron hooves," while also...

washing his hair.

"’I have read it’ was a great help, but now he’s seemingly comforting his Contained Object," the colleague explained.

Then, he saw the Devout Buddhist kneeling before a fire basin, throwing paper money, chanting as he did so:

"Namo Heavenly God Amen, Namo Heavenly God Amen, Namo Heavenly God Amen..."

"The Devout Buddhist also helped a lot, but his power was drained excessively, he felt one faith was not enough, so he added two more. When I arrived, he was still chanting ’Namo A-liang Heavenly God,’ now he probably thinks... believing in three is safer?" The tone of the colleague was a bit uncertain.

After all, as a Superpower User, he wasn’t professional or knowledgeable about how Receptacles contained their objects.

In the Corpse Interpreter’s view, all Receptacles were containing their objects in their respective ways, quite chaotically.

Among the crowd, the Corpse Interpreter arrived at the meeting room, only to see that the meeting hadn’t started yet...

It seemed like they were setting up the venue.

"Corpse Interpreter, you’re just in time! Come, pull this banner over here, and later set up that KT board."

"Aren’t we here for a meeting?"

"You have to set up the venue before the meeting, don’t you? The Receptacles are still outside suppressing their objects, how can we meet without everyone?"

"But..."

The Corpse Interpreter wanted to ask the colleague who woke him what was going on, but the colleague spoke first:

"Team leader, I’m going to find more people."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Corpse Interpreter: ???

He pulled down the banner...

"The Ke Chen City Management Team warmly celebrates the declaration of death of the Gluttonous Legislator from the Extraordinary Universal School after being missing for 6 hours outside Ke Chen City for no reason."

It was quite long.

Wait...

That’s not the point.

The Gluttonous Legislator is dead?

I slept and he died?

But the banner is already up, it shouldn’t be wrong.

After setting up the banner and the KT board, the Corpse Interpreter replied to the lady who left him a message:

"Call the good sisters tonight, let’s party!"

——

[Unused Monthly Pass Shelter Center]

Last night I wrote until three in the morning, kept writing and revising, then fell asleep while writing, now it’s finally done.