Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

A staircase leading to the deep darkness below appeared before us.

"This is... a cellar?"

"More or less," the plastic bag replied, seeing that Yan Huan had discovered the entrance to the underground space.

"Grandpa still hasn't come up at this hour, we should go down and check on him..."

"?"

"Wait a minute?!"

Yan Huan stood up, pointed to the entrance to the underground staircase, and looked at the girl in disbelief:

"You mean your grandpa's been under our butts the whole time?!"

"Why do you think that?" The plastic bag blinked.

"Have you forgotten the secret passage from before? There's nothing at the end of it..."

"You mean there's nothing at the end of this basement?" Yan Huan asked.

A few minutes later.

Looking at the colorful ambient lights and the sound system in front of her, Yan Huan felt like she was still half asleep.

"Wait, what's that karaoke room up ahead?!"

Yan Huan turned around and asked the plastic bag behind her:

"Don't tell me your grandpa's been in there the whole time!"

"Anything is possible," the plastic bag said seriously.

"There might be nothing inside, just a sound system and ambient lighting used to mislead people."

"Or perhaps, Grandpa really is inside..."

'boom--'

Before the plastic bag could finish speaking, Yan Huan kicked open the door of the karaoke room.

Inside, the lights were bright and cheerful, with sofas, a large screen, and colorful lights swirling around.

Amidst the blaring sounds of rock music, a group of bunny girls are performing an indescribable dance on steel rods.

On the sofa not far away, an old man with gray hair was embracing two women, their bodies covered in hickeys.

Yan Huan stared wide-eyed at the two heavily made-up girls in the old man's arms:

"Damn it...why does he live such a good life?"

During my time at the landfill, I encountered many impoverished residents.

Aside from the troops stationed at the city gates, this was the first time Yan Huan had seen anyone enjoying themselves so much in this dilapidated place.

"Huh? Who?"

The old man pulled down his sunglasses and looked curiously at the long-haired guy.

"Where did this girl come from? I remember ordering only twenty-eight... Is she a freebie?"

'Bang bang bang—!!'

Sparks from the gun muzzle flashed across the room.

Yan Huan fired her assault rifle at the ceiling:

"You like having more fun than me, huh? Fine, fine... all of you, stop playing this game!"

"I searched for ages, and it turns out you guys were singing karaoke right under my butt?!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang—"

"I'll let you sing! I'll let you hug! I'll let you touch!"

Sparks flew from the gun barrels, bullets flew wildly, knocking the ambient lights on the ceiling askew, the curtains on the walls askew, and even shattering the smiles of the girl in the old man's arms.

"Holy crap, guns?! The guards are here?"

Seeing this, the old man quickly stood up, and the girls around him also fled, hiding in a corner with their hands covering their heads and trembling.

"Grandpa Guard... I... I'm a law-abiding citizen, I haven't done anything yet!"

"I'm not a fucking guard!" Yan Huan emphasized.

"Oh."

"Scared me."

The old man immediately regained his indifferent expression, moved his feet, and sat back down on the sofa.

The girls around quickly ran back, some sticking together, others dancing enthusiastically, and a strange, pleasant atmosphere filled the air.

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing." The old man waved his hand, and the ambient lights on the ceiling flashed even more enthusiastically, while the speakers began playing accompaniment.

Seeing that the group was ignoring him again, Yan Huan gritted his teeth, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger towards the ceiling once more.

'boom--'

'Bang bang bang—!!'

Even though the ceiling was almost punched through, the old man and the girls remained unmoved.

Some smoke, some drink, and some sing.

The old man took the microphone; his face was flushed from drinking, and he sang to the background music:

"Hey~~~"

"The joyful drums beat out, heralding the festive season year after year!"

Yan Huan stared at this strange scene, then turned back and asked the plastic bag:

"Has your grandpa lost his mind?"

"It's probably because he's too happy," the plastic bag explained.

“These devices were brought to him by outsiders, and I just installed them for him a few days ago.”

"And what about the girl?" Yan Huan pointed to her grandfather's twenty-eight goddess statues.

"Look at this makeup, this outfit, this seductive movement... they don't look like locals at all, do they? They're all trained martial artists."

"They must be from the inner city."

The plastic bag explained:

"Grandpa hired them from the inner city to perform..."

"Is your grandpa going crazy?"

Yan Huan tilted her head:

"With that money, you might as well do something useful, like scraping together five million for you. And please, great Sambo, show us the way."

"Hey, hey, hey... you young man over there, smash."

On the sofa in the distance, the old man scolded Yan Huan:

"This nest is something worth telling about."

"Money should be spent on the hilt of a knife!"

"How many days does one live in total?"

"If you're always worrying about this and that, how can you enjoy your life? Be careful not to be taken advantage of because of this mindset and treated like a slave!"

"Grandpa." The plastic bag walked up, took out a phone from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"I've come to return the phone."

"Wow! It's brand new, a rare find!" The old man took the phone and examined it closely.

"Hey little plastic bag, do you like this phone? How about we buy it?!"

"Give it back."

The woman, who was being held in the old man's left arm, immediately snatched the phone and said disdainfully:

"Dead loser."

"I wouldn't have taken this job if the money wasn't right!"

"Oh, what's the big deal!" the old man patted her waist confidently.

"My granddaughter is the champion of this year's [something] competition, and she got a lot of prize money!"

"Then...I'll cover you for another night—no, two nights!"

"Grandpa," Plastic Bag frowned slightly, "Don't go down this path of decadence anymore. You've had enough fun, haven't you? We should talk about something serious."

"No, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

The old man turned his face away, buried his head in the ditch on his right, and took a deep breath.

"Mmm~ Ha~~"

"This is life! All those days before were so miserable..."

Looking at the old man's mental state, Yan Huan felt like she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where.

"Old Deng, stop chasing girls. They'll ignore you once your bank account runs out of money!"

"Tell me about this planet and this city! I want to see that Mother Goddess Messenger," Yan Huan shouted.

"Insufficient balance?" The old man ignored everything else, focusing only on those four words, and frowned.

"How could this be? I still have credits..."

He felt his pocket and pulled out the last blue bill.

"emmmm..."

Seeing the old man's embarrassed expression, the twenty-eight bodyguards around him all changed their expressions.

"..."

The air suddenly became quiet.