Yes, I did all of this!

Duanmu Mo paused, then changed the subject: "However, you said the Key to the Underworld wants to strengthen its power, what exactly are you planning to do?"

Upon hearing this, Leviathan pondered for a moment, searching his memory for some fragments.

"In your time, there's something called 'zombie,' and that's how they gain more power."

As he spoke, Leviathan's tone was somewhat sarcastic: "But be careful, by the time you find one, this kind of thing has already reached a certain scale."

"Oh?"

"So in the end, all we can do is kill those zombies?" Thinking of those moving corpses, Duanmu Mo narrowed his eyes and asked, "Can't we restore those zombies to their original state and reuse them?"

"Reuse? No matter how you intend to use these beings, I can tell you one thing very clearly: in that dragon's perception, death is not the end, but rather another state opposite to life. In this case, aren't you also 'killing' those zombies by trying to restore them?"

Leviathan scoffed:

"Besides, you can't kill a dead being; you can only destroy its body beyond repair."

Upon hearing its words, Duanmu Mo remained silent for a moment, then he had an answer in his heart. He raised his hand, played with the Golden Flame Card of the Setting Sun, and nodded.

"Alright, that's settled then..."

Before Duanmu Mo could finish speaking, Leviathan took the initiative to "hang up the phone." Duanmu Mo noticed this and helplessly put down his phone, closed the cover, and threw it into the shadows to save it.

"Is death also a state...?" Duanmu Mo stood up, recalling the drunkard's intoxicated voice as he spoke, and chuckled:

"How come they're all so mentally unstable?"

Chapter 418: Brother-in-law

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After hanging up Leviathan's call, Duanmu Mo looked out the window, wondering whether he should go out for a walk and explore the existence hidden in the shadows of the city.

According to the sea monster, the creatures produced by the Corrupting Dragon are like cockroaches, and their numbers must be carefully controlled.

Just as he was about to leave, his phone automatically popped up a message: Shen Wuling was calling.

"Hey?"

"Hello......"

The languid voice of the Divine Dance Bell rang out, and Duanmu Mo couldn't help but show a look of doubt:

"What's wrong? You seem so listless..."

He glanced again at the alarm clock on his desk and realized something:

"You woke up so early today?"

"Phew... My sister is urging me."

Shen Wuling had already finished washing up, but she was still lying on the bed with her eyes half-closed: "She wants me to go out... to prepare my books for next semester."

"Why not just buy this online?"

"That's what I told my sister too, and she said I should go outside for some fresh air..."

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Mo chuckled. Shen Wuyin's actions were somewhat unnecessary, but as the eldest sister, she was like a mother, and it was understandable that she would try to manage her younger sister.

After all, their parents were dead, and the Shenwu family was left with only the two of them to depend on each other... Although they had killed their parents with their own hands, they were now living a very comfortable life.

"So, you want me to go out with you, right?"

"Yeah, I also want to take a break while I'm at it."

"Alright... what's your purpose?"

"Let's wander around and investigate the surroundings. It would be even better if we could sense the aura of the Key to the Underworld."

Her thoughts coincided with Duanmu Mo's, and since he also had the same idea, he agreed:

"Okay, I'll go back now."

"Okay, I'll sleep a little longer..."

With that, Shen Wuling hung up the phone again.

Amused, Duanmu Mo shook his head, got on his motorcycle, and left the office.

. . . . . .

"Oh? Mr. Duanmu, you're back so soon?"

Yu Zhi came out when she heard the door open, and looked at Duanmu Mo with a surprised expression.

"Yes, I did it on someone's behalf."

"Another commission?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhi was taken aback.

"No, actually, Ling was just discussing with me about going out for a walk."

"Oh, this." Yuzhi also heard Yin and her sister's conversation and smiled. "And don't forget to buy textbooks."

"Of course I haven't forgotten... But Yuzhi, how about you come along? You're more familiar with the textbooks, aren't you?"

"Forget about this, I already bought it in advance." Yu Zhi smiled and shook her head: "Mr. Duanmu, why don't you go out and have fun with Ling? Remember to let me know early if you're coming back for dinner."

Yuzhi knew that Shenwuling's plan was simply to use buying books as an excuse to go out and have fun. Yuzhi herself considered herself a person who was not good at having fun, and her favorite entertainment was reading books and listening to music.

So if Shen Wuling wants to have a lot of fun, it's best for her to go out with Duanmu Mo.

"Alright then, Yuzhi, I'll leave the house to you."

After ruffling Yu Zhi's hair, Duanmu Mo looked up and saw Shen Wuling coming down from the second floor.

"That's settled then, Mr. Duanmu, have fun with Ling~"

Yu Zhi smiled and turned to go about her own business.

"Yawn, good morning, Yuzhi."

Good morning, Ling.

After exchanging greetings, Shen Wuling lazily approached Duanmu Mo:

"Ugh... It's so cold." Rubbing her eyes, Shen Wuling put her hands inside Duanmu Mo's trench coat to warm them up naturally.

"So you're just going to hold her and not go out?" Looking at Shen Wuling, surprised by her boldness, Duanmu Mo still tapped her on the head and asked.

"Sigh, let's go~" Shen Wuling reluctantly pulled her hand away and sat in the wheelchair that was always placed in the entryway.

Considering Shen Wuling's physical condition in the eyes of outsiders, she always needs to prepare this when going out.

Bored as Duanmu Mo pushed her along, Shen Wuling swayed her legs and sighed, "That's why I hate going out. It's so inconvenient to always be carrying around a wheelchair."

"Are there still press conferences to record your news?" Duanmu Mo asked upon hearing this.

"I can modify any memory on the internet, but I can't modify people's memories." Shen Wuling shook her head and said in a pretentious manner, "What if I walk down the street and run into someone who knows me? Anyway, I still have to be careful."

"That's true."

Since it was inconvenient to ride a motorcycle while carrying Shenwu Ling, Duanmu Mo took her to the car.

As a gift from Shenwu Ling, Duanmu Mo did maintain the vehicle regularly, but he mainly used it as a means of transportation when he didn't have a motorcycle. Even the various modifications he made to the vehicle back then were based on this.

Once the motorcycle returned, Duanmu Mo would not drive it unless there were special circumstances, and the car could be considered abandoned by him.

However, for Shinmu Rin, who gave him the car, and for others, the car had other uses. When everyone went out for a happy trip together, a car that was big enough was essential.

So even though Duanmu Mo himself still puts the motorcycle first, this vehicle also holds an important place in everyone's hearts.

"What a pity. How about you wear a helmet, and we go for a ride on the motorcycle?"

"Who would go for a drive in this heavy snow?"

Shen Wuling glanced helplessly at Duanmu Mo, then stood up as she approached the car and took the initiative to get into the passenger seat.

Duanmu Mo placed the wheelchair in the back and drove away.

"Where do you plan to go?" Duanmu Mo asked her, looking at the map on the car's computer screen.

"Let's go buy the books first, and then we can wander around the area."

A dark golden light shone in Shen Wuling's eyes, and Duanmu Mo's finger moved rapidly across the screen in front of him, marking several red dots:

"Buy the books as quickly as possible, and finish as soon as possible."

"You really don't want to go to school?"

"It's a complete waste of time."

Shen Wuling adjusted her seat, leaning the chair back.

Logically speaking, car seats shouldn't be very comfortable, precisely to prevent drivers from becoming too relaxed and causing various accidents. However, this car was also made by Shinmuri herself, and lying on the seat felt as comfortable as going back to bed.

However, in Duanmu Mo's view, the difficulty of driving this car legally is no less than that of Shen Wuling spreading news online that she found a miracle doctor who cured her body, but she only managed to do the former.

As he drove out of the yard, snowflakes fell. Duanmu Mo turned on the windshield wipers and saw that the road was already icy.

At first, there were no problems driving, but as we gradually got to the uphill section, the tires finally started to slip.

"Hiss... Why are your wheels slipping?" Seeing that there was already a bit of traffic, Duanmu Mo adjusted his position and finally stopped, letting other vehicles take over.

"Isn't it normal for wheels to slip?"

Shen Wuling sat up, looking at the scene outside the car window. She had only lain down because of laziness; after being woken up by her sister and talking to Duanmu Mo, her sleepiness had dissipated considerably.

"Mr. Duanmu, don't you slip when you ride your motorcycle?"

"That's true..." Before he could finish speaking, Duanmu Mo paused, thinking about the difference between his motorcycle and this vehicle.

After adding the Black Flame Card as material, the motorcycle wheels can use the black flame to increase their adhesion. Not to mention smooth roads, even vertical icebergs can be ridden up by Duanmu Mo.

"Ahem, motorcycles have their own roads, and besides, my motorcycle riding skills are much better than my car driving skills..."

"Oh! It's a breakfast shop!"

Just as Duanmu Mo was about to speak, Shen Wuling interrupted him abruptly. She pointed to a shop not far from the roadside, her eyes lighting up: "I'm actually hungry, let's go order some food."

"Okay, what do you want?" Duanmu Mo was not annoyed and interrupted his words, looking in that direction.

"Hmm... a bag of taiyaki and a box of takoyaki, please." Shinmai Rin noticed something else and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh! And a sundae too!"

"Huh? Are you serious? Eating something cold at this time of day?"

"I remember you ate it, Mr. Duanmu, not long ago."