Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 451 The Wanderer Sets Off
Lu Chongming prepared to set off that very night.

He had originally planned to endure humiliation and leave for a distant place, saying that when he returned, everyone would look at him with new eyes. But in reality, when he finished packing and was ready to travel light, a phone call from Banmu's agency brought several "burly men" with him.

"Brother Zhao, is it okay for you to just leave the studio now?" Lu Chongming asked the figure walking beside him, who was wearing a brown trench coat as always.

“The studio’s core business has been stable for a long time, and there’s not much that Xixi Keke needs us for now, so naturally we need to find another place where we can shine. Jiangwen Street is pretty good; it’s a good place to help the firm expand its base.” Xiao Zhao played with his lighter, revealing a simple and honest smile.

Judging from his appearance, it's really hard to associate him with the ruthless "Black Sparrow Gang" agent.

Besides Xiao Zhao, there were also quite a few other brothers who had worked with him to lay the foundation for the studio half a year ago. There weren't many, just about ten people in total, which could easily fit in two vans.

"Xiao Lu, we heard about what happened to you. It's okay. We'll go together this time to keep each other company. Go for it! If anyone bullies you, just tell us and we'll beat them up for you. If we can't beat them up, Brother Fei will help us." Xiao Zhao said with a refreshing smile.

Although Lu Chongming usually finds it difficult to keep up with the pace of everyone in the studio, he couldn't help but be moved by what he heard.

Having the help of others will definitely make him feel safer than venturing alone into an unfamiliar place.

But is "Brother Fei" going too?

As they spoke, they arrived at the entrance of Zero One Agency. Lin Yilin had asked him to come to the agency before they left, and she wondered what it was about.

Xiao Zhao and the others tacitly agreed not to go in, only Lu Chongming pushed the door open and entered.

Lin Yilin didn't see it, but she did see a floating "corpse".

The fact that the lights weren't on in the middle of the night, and the way the corpse was floating, startled Lu Chongming. Then the corpse pounced on him.

Now I can see clearly, isn't this "Brother Fei"?

Lu Chongming quickly reached out and caught it.

The familiar feel and quality—because he frequently helped Fei Ge bathe, Lu Chongming was intimately familiar with it. It would be hard to find anyone in the world who knew Fei Ge better than him.

But just thinking about it made Lu Chongming feel nauseous and uncomfortable.

"Take good care of him. Even though it's winter, remember to bathe him frequently. It's cold lately, so don't let him get cold." Zheng Fan took out his phone so that Lu Chongming could hear his voice.

"what?"

"What do you mean, 'oh'? Is there a problem?"

"Can I bring this?" Lu Chongming asked blankly.

“What’s wrong with bringing something? You have unlimited energy, what’s wrong with bringing a corpse?” Zheng Fan said matter-of-factly.

That makes sense.

"How am I supposed to take it?"

"Do you prefer a coffin or a shroud?"

"...To be honest, I don't like any of them."

"Then let's go with a coffin. Do you prefer a Western style or a Chinese style?"

Lu Chongming was stunned for a moment, anticipating that Zheng Fan would make his own decision again if he didn't make up his mind, so he quickly said, "Western style, I guess. Chinese style is a bit creepy. I don't know anything about Western style, but I think it's more comfortable to look at."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark, square coffin appeared before them.

With a very mechanical sound, the coffin opened automatically, revealing the interior lined with red velvet.

"Giving him this coffin feels like giving him too little money; the coffin is much more expensive than a person."

While Zheng Fan was muttering to himself, Lu Chongming had already carefully placed Cheng Fei's body into the coffin, and then, under Zheng Fan's instructions, closed the coffin.

I was mentally prepared, but I didn't expect to find it so easy to lift the coffin; I didn't feel much weight at all.

"Can I leave now?" Lu Chongming asked.

"Wait a minute, I have something else to entrust to you."

A pair of shoes was handed out. "This..." Lu Chongming looked at the corner of the wall, where Lu Lu's shoes were locked together with the toast and the quilt spirit. Perhaps sensing Lu Chongming's gaze, it squeezed in a little, and the quilt spirit lowered a corner to wrap it and the toast even tighter.

“This is its intention,” Zheng Fan said.

For some reason, Lu Chongming felt like crying.

He considered himself quite strong, and he had made his trip to Jiangwen Street with full awareness. That place was no good now, and with the system attached to him, he might be drawn into even deeper chaos in that environment.

He's only twenty-one years old.

But with constant encouragement from those around him before his departure, he suddenly realized that he was no longer alone in Xixi Keke.

There were genuinely kind people here to him, even those who weren't human. Playing with them was tiring, but it brought him a sense of joy and ease he hadn't experienced in a long time.

He would go wherever there was money, and he would do anything to save his mother. He had been wandering for so long, and this was just another time he had to say goodbye to a stable job. He was used to it.

But this time, the feeling of reluctance was stronger than ever before.

Zheng Fan was somewhat helpless. He hated crying and sobbing, and it wasn't as attractive as a beautiful girl crying: "What are you crying for? It's not like we're separated by life and death. Did you never go to university?"

"What does this have to do with whether or not you went to university?" Lu Chongming hadn't even started crying yet when he heard this, but he immediately stopped.

"No, it's nothing much, I just wanted to discriminate against your educational background." Zheng opened his mouth but chose to be bluntly sarcastic.

"I'm so sorry I didn't go to college!"

Lu Chongming reached out and took the shoes.

“I was thinking of breaking off another half of the toast for you to eat on the way, but I’m very resistant to toast, so I’ll pass,” Zheng Fan added.

The toast in its sleep suddenly shivered, making the blanket spirit wonder if it wasn't covered up properly, so it quickly pulled the blanket tighter.

"I think I'll pass; I can't bring myself to eat it." Lu Chongming felt a bit nauseous just thinking about how his child used to eat everything when he was taking care of him.

"Jiangwen Street is said to be far, but it's not that far. By the way, remember to keep an eye on Line 0 if you need to."

"Subway Zero? That urban legend?"

"It's not just a rumor. I think if you want to climb the ladder with all your might, this thing will be of great help to you. Xiao Zhao and his team will also be working on related operations around the subway. Just coordinate with them then."

"Well, I understand, thank you."

"That's settled then, nothing else. Speaking of which, when we first met, I really wanted to kill you," Zheng Fan suddenly said, uttering a chilling statement.

But Lu Chongming didn't exaggerate this time. He just said self-deprecatingly, "Don't even mention you. If I met my past self now, I would want to kill him too."

"But he's much more pleasing to the eye now. I don't dislike people who are desperately striving for their goals. There's no such thing as fate in this world; you just had a bit less luck in the first half of your life."

Lu Chongming was silent for a moment, then grinned and said, "Thank you for your kind words. My later life will definitely be very lucky."

"That's not necessarily true."

"Now that you've said all that, aren't you going to say something nice?"

"She's not a pretty girl, why should I waste my expression?"

"I can't see your expression either... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Chongming was suddenly kicked away by a force.

Xiao Zhao and his group, who were waiting outside, watched as Lu Chongming flew out of the office carrying a coffin on his back and a pair of shoes in his hand, and collapsed to the ground.

"Xiao Lu, is something the matter?"

"It's alright, let's go." Lu Chongming, who was pressed under the coffin, made a muffled sound.

(End of this chapter)