Supermarkets connect to all realms, it's not too much for a succubus to like me, is it?

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[Product #1: "Iced Deadly Urumqi Beer" (Underworld Special Edition, alcohol removed, but retaining its soul-crushing icy coolness).]

[Item #2: Pickled Cabbage Noodles with Double Sausage (Comes with a self-heating pack, guaranteeing warmth from the heavens in every bite)]

Lin Mo's eyelids twitched violently.

Good guy.

Not only are they actually selling things to ghosts, but they're doing it in such a down-to-earth way?

He could almost picture a ghost who had just crossed the Bridge of Helplessness sitting on the Stone of Three Lives, slurping up steaming hot pickled cabbage noodles while contemplating his ghostly existence in front of the River of Oblivion.

The imagery is absolutely terrifying, down to the depths of the underworld.

"Alright, system is awesome."

Lin Mo clicked his tongue, just as he was about to figure out how to restock the Underworld vending machine, when the wind chimes at the store entrance suddenly rang out with a crisp "ding-a-ling".

Someone is coming.

Lin Mo turned around and went back to the front hall, where he saw Shen Manqing standing prettily in front of the counter, clutching a black bank card tightly in her hand.

The campus belle of Ocean University no longer had any of her usual aloofness and pride on her face.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with gratitude, lingering fear, and a hint of barely concealed curiosity.

She looked at Lin Mo as if she were looking at a hermit.

"Lin Tong... Boss Lin."

She nervously pushed the card towards her.

"Thank you at school today. This card has three million in it, the PIN is six eights. I know it's definitely not enough, but it's all I have right now. You saved me twice..."

Three million?

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, lazily yawned, and pointed to the crookedly written sign on cardboard on the counter:

"Our store policy is cash only. However, your situation is a bit special."

Shen Manqing's heart tightened. Was he going to ask for an exorbitant price?

Also.

Those glow-in-the-dark potato chips could be priceless; my little bit of money is truly an insult.

She bit her lip and said solemnly:

"Boss Lin, you said you'd do anything I asked, as long as I can do it."

"Don't be nervous. I'm a businessman who believes in honesty and fairness."

Lin Mo held up one finger, a shrewd businessman's standard smile on his face.

"I don't want your money."

Shen Manqing's watery eyes widened suddenly, and her cheeks quickly flushed red.

"I only want one thing."

Lin Mo said slowly...

"I know your Shen family started in the traditional brewing industry and has a deep-rooted heritage. I need you to use all your family connections to ensure a long-term supply of a certain type of vinegar for me."

"vinegar?"

Shen Manqing was completely stunned. She had imagined countless possibilities, even her own...

The only unexpected thing was that the other party only wanted a bottle of vinegar?

This is outrageous!

"It's not ordinary vinegar."

Lin Mo's gaze deepened.

"What I want is that the jar must be opened on the day of 'Awakening of Insects,' brewed with 'rootless water,' using sawdust from a century-old lightning-struck tree as a starter, and finally aged in a cellar for more than thirty-three years. If the year is off by even one day, or the season is off by even one hour, it's all considered a waste."

Every word he uttered was like a thunderbolt, striking Shen Manqing's heart.

These conditions are no longer trade secrets; they are the most core and secret chapters of the Shen family's ancient vinegar-making method, which have long been lost!

Apart from the few remaining elders in the family, no outsider could possibly know!

he……

Who is it?

Looking at Shen Manqing's pretty face, which was filled with shock, Lin Mo chuckled inwardly.

joke.

A book titled "Introduction and Practice of Immortal Realm Seasonings" costs 8000 points in the system store, and he didn't buy it at such a high price to become a chef.

The most important ingredient in the "Nine-Turn Golden Elixir Body Refining Liquid" recipe recorded above, "Human Sour Essence," is described exactly like the lost aged vinegar of the Shen family.

Trade a few boxes of potato chips for a stable supply of alchemy materials in the future.

This move was incredibly profitable!

"How was it, Shen, the campus belle?"

Lin Mo knocked on the counter.

"Is this deal feasible?"

Shen Manqing took a deep breath, put the bank card back, and bowed deeply to Lin Mo:

"The Shen family will forever remember Boss Lin's great kindness. Whatever you need, I'll get it for you, even if I have to turn Grandpa's private wine cellar upside down!"

Meanwhile, in the underworld.

The Road to the Underworld is not a road, but an endless, misty wasteland.

Tens of millions of souls stood in an endless queue, expressionless and numb.

Escorted by several soul-reaping messengers dressed in ancient black robes, it slowly crawled forward.

At the back of the line.

A young soul-reaper was weakly waving his mourning staff, driving away a few wandering souls who were trying to slack off.

"Hurry up, all of you! If you dawdle, you'll miss this cycle of reincarnation and have to wait another eight hundred years in this godforsaken place!"

His name is Amin.

He was a low-level civil servant in the underworld. For the past three hundred years, his daily work had been escorting the souls of the dead. Day after day, the monotony was so intense that his soul was almost fading away.

Especially today.

Among the group of souls being escorted was a chatterbox who had been a real chatterbox in life. His chatter had given the man a headache and depleted his soul power. At this moment, he felt parched and listless.

Just as he raised his head in utter despair.

Suddenly, a very discordant light shone beside the unchanging Three Lives Stone at the corner ahead.

It was a square metal cabinet.

It is pure white, with a huge transparent glass panel on the front, inside which rows of bottles and jars are neatly stacked.

On top of the cabinet, several colorful neon signs were flashing in a loop—

"Special offer for the living world, the blissful elixir."

On the high-definition screen on the side of the cabinet, a highly impactful video is playing on a loop:

A blond, blue-eyed foreigner tilted his head back and gulped down a bottle of dark brown liquid in the desert.

With a "pop" sound as the bubbles burst, a look of pure bliss spread across his face.

Finally, a loud burp followed, accompanied by a highly catchy "GG" phrase:

"Refreshingly cool, my heart soars!"

Amin was stunned.

What kind of magical artifact is this?

His entire body exuded a sweet, yang energy that he had never smelled before.

The images on the screen stirred a primal longing within his parched soul.

He drifted over as if possessed, mimicking the way the humans on the screen groped around on the cold machine.

Soon, he found a coin slot, the size of which was...

It looked similar to the ghost money hanging from his waist.

Ghost money is the official currency of the underworld. Apart from being used to buy a diluted version of Meng Po's soup in the City of the Wrongfully Dead—"Forget-Me-Not Water"—it is basically just a decoration.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a copper coin with the words "One Yuan" engraved on it from his waist and tentatively put it in.