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"How can we catch Changsheng Xian here?" Zhong Li asked, looking curiously at the fish in Li Yunqing's hands. They were only fishing in shallow waters next to Wangshu Inn, and Changsheng Xian could only be found in the realms of the immortals.
Li Yunqing pointed to the sky, where a crane was flying. "Is that Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhen Jun?"
Zhong Li recognized the distant crane and immediately identified it as that woman. It seemed this was a gift from Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhen Jun, so he decided to accept it; they would surely enjoy it.
Li Yunqing didn't hesitate and directly stored the crane in his ring.
Having met Zhong Li naturally led to meeting Hu Tao. The current Hall Master of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Hu Tao was warm and welcoming. Knowing that Li Yunqing was a friend of Zhong Li, she treated him as her own friend and introduced him to her other acquaintances.
One of her good friends was Xiang Ling from Wanmin Hall. The food at Wanmin Hall was quite delicious and reasonably priced, making it a popular dining spot for the Liyue people. Both Hu Tao and Zhong Li disliked cooking, so they often ate there. As the head chef, Xiang Ling was familiar with them, and since they were of similar age, they quickly became friends.
Of course, Li Yunqing knew Xiang Ling as well; when he first arrived in Liyue, he had taken his wife to Wanmin Hall for a meal. The culinary skills were impressive, so Li Yunqing provided ingredients for Xiang Ling to prepare nutritious meals delivered to their home. The two met frequently and had become friends.
Then there was Xing Qiu, the young master of a merchant guild who naturally made friends all over the world. Not to mention someone like Li Yunqing, an outsider. Xing Qiu was very curious about the world Li Yunqing came from. Unlike travel, where the world allowed him to come, Tian Li had prevented him from doing so, knocking him out with a single blow; even now, his memory had yet to fully return.
Li Yunqing spoke extensively about the matters of another world.
"Why does it feel like you’re telling a story, Brother Yun Qing? It’s as if you’re a third party, not participating at all."
"Indeed, I’m merely a witness. Interfering with the inevitable history of a world is not a good thing."
What Li Yunqing described was essentially the world he had traversed, recounting tales that had never involved him directly. With a casual wave of his hand, the surroundings began to shift and change.
"What is this?"
"This is the memory of a world I once visited. It’s a recollection from the final assessment."
Though it was merely a memory, several people could still reach faraway places.
Hu Tao looked at the grotesque figures before her, sensing an aura reminiscent of death, yet the stench of their souls made her uneasy.
"Brother Yun Qing, what is this? The souls smell terrible!"
"This is a unique creature of this world—ghosts. Ghosts are created when a ghost king feeds humans his blood; they are known to consume people."
Soon after, Li Yunqing led the three to a Participation Squad, where they witnessed the struggle against several ghosts.
"Do ghosts really recover this quickly? They can regrow lost limbs in no time?"
"Yes, ghosts possess remarkable regenerative abilities, but it requires energy. If their energy diminishes, so does their recovery rate. The only way to kill them is with specialized weapons or sunlight."
As they watched several participants exhaust their stamina and ultimately be devoured by the ghosts, the three drew their weapons and attacked when they saw someone being bitten.
Unfortunately, their strikes passed right through the ghosts.
Realization struck them—this was merely a virtual experience; it was Li Yunqing's memory. They turned their gazes toward him.
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