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Chapter 843: Perfect score! Perfect score!
An expo is a place where various items are displayed on shelves or in shop windows for visitors to see.

It's similar to the museum Gu Mian had imagined before.

Gu Mian guessed that the original name of this instance should have been "Ghost Expo", but for some reason it was changed to such a strange name.

But why did the evil god send him to this instance? Gu Mian was a little puzzled. It couldn't just be that he wanted him to come and see the beauty of these ghosts, could it?

At this moment, Gu Mian suddenly noticed several doors on the walls surrounding the hall, a total of five. The five doors were shaped like strange human figures, and the doors were tightly closed.

Each pair of doors is spaced apart, like five children holding hands encircling the entire hall, with no clear destination beyond.

Others also noticed the five oddly shaped doors.

“Doctor,” the fat man leaned closer to Gu Mian, feeling very insecure, “this door looks strange and is quite scary.”

Just as Gu Mian was looking at the five surrounding humanoid gates, a scream like the popping of a kettle suddenly came from behind her. It was an unfamiliar voice.

Amidst the screams, the group turned around and saw a person standing at the bottom of the stairs next to the display shelf. He seemed to have just come down the stairs and was now staring at Gu Mian and screaming.

"Why is he yelling at us?" the fat man asked, puzzled. "The ghosts in the hall look much scarier, don't they?"

“He’s an NPC.” Xie Bi’an, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

"Oh," the fat man nodded, "that explains why he yelled."

"Who...who are you? Why are you here?" The NPC pointed at them with a finger, his face filled with terror.

Isn't it natural for players to appear in dungeons? Shouldn't we be asking you that? The fat man thought to himself.

Soon, the NPC who had just come down the stairs fixed his gaze on Gu Mian's face. He looked at Gu Mian from left to right and his expression began to become dazed. At one point, he even patted his own face, as if trying to clear his mind.

It's clear he's trying to hypnotize himself into thinking he's dreaming, and that Gu Mian will be gone when he wakes up.

But even after being slapped hard several times in the face, he didn't wake up from his dream; instead, his face started to sting.

The NPC finally realized he wasn't having a nightmare; the person in front of him was the living Gu Mian. He completely lost his composure.

He stared blankly at Gu Mian, muttering to himself, "How is this possible? How is this possible? I clearly closed the matchmaking channel for this instance, and even changed the names to weird ones... I was just afraid someone would use an entry ticket and fill in the instance name to come here, but why are there still people here! And they're terrifying people..."

So that's how it is. Gu Mian finally understood why the name of this instance was so indescribable.

The NPC seemed unable to accept reality for a moment. He closed his eyes, abandoned Gu Mian and the others, and ran up the stairs as if fleeing.

"Doctor, although the evil god gave you the entry ticket to this instance, it seems he didn't leave anyone to meet you." The fat man watched the NPC's hurried departure, the other party obviously unaware that Gu Mian would come here. "I also don't know about the instance quest. That NPC just now seemed to have gone mad again. What should we do next, doctor?"

“He will come back,” 007 said from the side.

The fat man looked at her suspiciously: "How did Miss 007 know that?"

“If he doesn’t come back to oversee the dungeon, then Gu Mian can stay here as long as she wants,” 007 said, looking towards the stairs. “Any smart person knows what the optimal solution is.”

The optimal solution is, of course, to make it easy and smooth for everyone to complete the dungeon mission and send Gu Mian, this big shot, away as soon as possible.

“Right,” the fat man looked up and thought, “If I were an NPC, I would immediately come out and issue a quest to get the doctor to leave sooner.”

But then he raised another question: "I don't know if the quest in this instance will still work. When I came in, I saw that the quest description had been completely changed."

Even though the mission was still available, Gu Mian didn't want to finish it and leave immediately. He didn't know why the evil god had sent him to this instance, and he needed to figure things out before he could leave.

The NPC clearly understood what 007 meant, and soon the sound of "thump thump thump" came from the stairs again, indicating that someone was coming downstairs.

Then Gu Mian saw that the NPC who had just left had come down again. He was holding a green notebook in his hand, and his hair was a little messy than before. It seemed that he had stuck his head into some low cabinet to look for something.

The green notebook in his hand is probably what he found.

"Haha." The staff member came downstairs and forced a smile at Gu Mian and the others. "Welcome to the 'Ghost Expo' dungeon. I am the expo's judge."

Gu Mian and the others watched him silently, no one offering any support. He wasn't embarrassed, and continued talking as he walked towards the display stand beside the stairs: "Haha, I suppose you're all still unclear about the rules of this instance, so let me explain them to you one by one... Ah!"

Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, he tripped on the steps while going up to the exhibition stand and fell to the ground with a cry of "Ah!"

But he got up very quickly, laughing awkwardly as he did so.

Gu Mian had never seen such a smiling NPC before. It is said that people who smile a lot are lucky, so this NPC must be very lucky.

"Your nose is bleeding," Coco whispered from the side.

Gu Mian also saw it; two lines of bright red blood flowed from the NPC's nostrils. But he didn't care at all and wiped his nose with his sleeve. The NPC was wearing a white work uniform, and his sleeve was immediately stained red.

Having finally reached the stage, he placed his green notebook on the table slightly to the left of the center of the exhibition booth and began to introduce the topic, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he sneezed loudly.

The table hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on it. As soon as a book was placed on it, the dust billowed up and all of it rushed into the NPC's nostrils.

As Gu Mian expected, he was about to let out that awkward laugh again.

Sure enough, a "haha" sound came from the stage.

"As you all saw, the banner says our instance is called 'Ghost Expo,' a very vivid and descriptive name. Your task is to each come to me and collect a bag of seeds, then choose your respective greenhouse to plant them. Of course, the seeds you receive aren't ordinary seeds; they're seeds that will grow into ghosts."

"Once the ghost seeds mature, they will detach from the soil and engage in various lighthearted games with their cultivators. If the cultivator wins the games, the ghost they have cultivated will voluntarily come to the exhibition stand, where I will score them..."

The fat man glanced at the description on the Rock-Paper-Scissors Ghost sign, which read, "If the breeder loses, the Rock-Paper-Scissors Ghost will begin to attack," and muttered, "You call this a relaxing little game?"

The NPC pretended not to hear and continued speaking on the stage: "Each person is scored independently, with a maximum score of 500 points. The instance will end when a cultivator's exhibition score reaches 500 points."

"The ghosts cultivated from each seed are random, but when the seeds sprout, everyone can basically tell the type of ghost. At that time, everyone can come to the hall to find the corresponding ghost models, check their cultivation methods, and also know in advance the conditions for them to be exhibited on stage."

"The information plaque also shows their corresponding scores..."

The NPC paused for a moment before continuing, "Of course, the score you get for exhibiting on stage isn't necessarily the same as the score on the description board. If the demon cultivated by the breeder is of perfect appearance and very high quality, I, as the evaluator, will also add points accordingly."

Only then did a slightly happy expression appear on his face, as if he had thought of something good.

The fat man standing to the side quietly spoke up: "Isn't this practically an open instruction?"

It was made clear that as long as someone cultivated the first ghost that could be exhibited on stage, the judge would immediately and without reservation add 500 points to that cultivator. Then, once the dungeon mission was completed, he could legitimately kick Gu Mian out of the dungeon.

The evaluator above began announcing the dungeon rewards again: "The player who scores first at the expo will receive... um..."

He was reading the words from the notebook in his hand, probably because the dungeon hadn't been opened for so long that he had long forgotten what the rewards were.

The evaluator couldn't find the rewards section; he quickly flipped through several pages of his notebook before finally locating the entry: "The player with the highest score at the expo will receive a 'perfect score report card'."

A perfect score report card? Gu Mian grasped the key points.

That's an essential item for upgrading the [Mom Summoner]. He was just wondering if there would be a perfect score sheet in this dungeon, and he didn't expect there actually was.

"Wait a minute?" The evaluator looked puzzled and muttered under his breath, "Is something like this in the rewards? Although there's a scoring system, this isn't an exam-style dungeon. I feel like this wasn't in the previous rewards..."

He hesitated for a moment, then continued reading: "The first place winner will receive a 'perfect score report card' and a 'flowering calendar' as well as two mysterious seeds and five hundred game coins."

Since she hadn't received them yet, Gu Mian didn't know what the calendar and the mysterious seed were for.

However, what he cares about most right now is the "perfect score report card," so it seems that it's best not to leave this instance using special means.

"After the first-place player completes the dungeon quest, each player ranked lower will receive a Mysterious Seed and 100 game coins." After reading this, the recorder flipped through several pages to make sure nothing was missing.

After pausing for a few seconds on one of the pages, he indeed found the missing information. The recorder let out that awkward laugh again and then continued speaking.

"Just a reminder, ghost seeds may grow into ultra-rare ghost types, which are extremely dangerous but also have extremely high ratings. Ultra-rare ghost types do not have models or descriptions in the hall, and breeders need to figure out the conditions for them to be displayed on stage themselves."

Three thousand words on crickets, nothing more than this (tactical lean back)