Chapter 198: 194. Getting Rich? Peace?

194. Getting Rich? Peace?

The low growls of the monster echoed in his ears, the corridor passing this chilling terror along layer by layer. Every step Kelake took was with bated breath, restraining himself as much as possible from making a sound.

"Miss Milaier, where could you have hidden yourself now?" Kelake thought to himself. Based on what the monster had said earlier, he already knew that Milaier had miraculously not died and, just like him, was engaged in a deadly game of hide-and-seek with that fused monster.

Suddenly, Kelake found himself near a corridor filled with white mist. Peering through the hazy fog at the corridor, he could only see a few dim points of light.

When he realized there might be danger, he turned to leave, but it was already too late. He was already immersed in the fog, enveloped by the unknown.

Kelake had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue toward the only place with light. He clenched his fists; he could only clench his fists.

His taut skin and bulging veins were precisely the manifestation of his utter helplessness.

Gradually, Kelake found this corridor becoming very wide—so wide it no longer felt like a corridor. It seemed as if he had arrived outside, yet he clearly remembered that a blizzard was raging outside. If he were truly outside, he should be shivering all over from the cold.

However, in this thick fog, not only did the human body feel no dampness, but the temperature was also quite comfortable. Only the unknown depth of this scene could bring a chilling sense of fear.

Not knowing how long he had walked, Kelake noticed the fog thinning, and the light ahead became a bit clearer.

So, finding courage from nowhere, he began to sprint forward.

Lives facing death all chase the light, like moths to a flame or petrels flying into thunder; people are no exception.

Kelake suddenly stopped his steps, standing blankly in front of a small wooden house. He looked at the pair of demon masks on the double red doors, then looked at the warm light shining from inside the house. It was the light from this small house that had attracted him here just now.

"Why is there a small wooden house here?" Kelake was puzzled. He saw the tacky shop sign in front of the door, which also bore a tacky shop name, and couldn't help but fall silent.

So this small wooden house was actually a little shop, and its name was "clubhouse"? It sounded more like a toy store.

After a slight hesitation, Kelake still stepped forward and knocked on the door of the wooden house.

"Coming." Before long, a human voice came from inside. It was Shenzhou language, which he was not very good at expressing, which for a moment gave him the illusion that he had returned to the Shenzhou Region of the Real World.

The door opened. Greeting him was a woman wearing loose white clothes. She was beautiful and pretty; to Kelake, there was also an indescribable oriental charm about her. But the flaw was that this woman was too pale—pale to the point of being frightening—and her lips were red like blood, which made her seem somewhat bewitching.

Pure yet bewitching, red lips and white teeth, skin whiter than snow... these various beautiful descriptions were things Kelake had only ever seen associated with vampires in ancient legends.

Kelake was vigilant in his heart. His gaze swept over the woman who opened the door, and he discovered that she also had a deep red tag pinned to her waist, on which was written ancient-style Shenzhou characters. He just stared intently at that tag for a moment, and immediately felt his vision blurring. The characters on the tag seemed to change, turning into the language he was familiar with: "makemosight".

He could read the words, but he was not familiar with the phrase.

Get rich the first time you see it?

"Please, come in." The woman did not seem surprised by his arrival, nor did she care about his somewhat rude staring; she just smiled and gestured for him to enter.

She seemed to be the shop assistant here.

Kelake glanced back at the road he had come from... nothing but fog. He seemed to have no other choice, so he walked into the house.

"Welcome." Just as Kelake walked into the shop and was shocked by the "dazzling array" of goods, his heart pounding, a handsome man wearing clothes similar to the female assistant's, only black in color, walked out from behind a shelf and gave Kelake a ritualistic smile.

Of course, the male assistant also had a tag pinned to his waist, which also bore words that made one suspicious: "Allisatpeace".

Kelake only felt they were talking nonsense. This shop was piled high with forbidden, god-defying objects; any one of them leaking into the world would be a scourge to humanity. He felt he was surely going to die, let alone have any chance to get rich.

"Please go ahead, our manager is in the front," the male assistant said with a smile.

Kelake nodded hurriedly, not daring to refuse.

Passing through the aisle between two rows of shelves, Kelake felt as if he had walked into a crack in hell. Countless ghostly hands were beckoning to him, demanding his life. Even though the aisle was actually quite wide, he felt as if he were walking on a tightrope, struggling.

When he arrived before the manager, who was chatting with a red-clad assistant, Kelake's face was already pale and he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Welcome to our shop. Do you have any requirements for our shop?" Seeing Kelake's appearance, the manager did not laugh, but introduced himself in a gentle and refined manner, "My name is Li Jiahong."

"I..." Kelake was at a loss for words for a moment; he even forgot how to think. At the same time, for some reason, the red-clad assistant who had been joking with the manager suddenly became serious the moment he saw him. That scrutinizing gaze made him feel as if he could be finished off at any moment.

"Hehe, no need to be anxious. People who come to our shop are all people who have encountered difficulties," Li Jiahong smiled and said patiently, "Wei Jiang, Lao Li, and Xiaoting, you all go down first. I will handle the guest here."

The red, black, and white assistants nodded and left one by one.

When the three assistants left and the feeling of being surrounded and stared at vanished, Kelake felt a bit more relaxed and gradually began to regain his rational ability to think.

"What kind of shop is this?" Kelake said in broken Shenzhou language.

Li Jiahong chuckled and explained: "As you can see, this place sells items that the human world regards as taboo. Although they are taboo, when danger approaches, the risks can be ignored. Our little shop sells these 'Kaiguang Props'. Mr. Kelake should understand what 'Kaiguang' means, right?"

"You know my name!?" Kelake's heart was shaken.

"You are quite famous, Mr. Kelake," Li Jiahong smiled. "I have read your academic papers; they are very forward-looking and profound."

Hearing this, Kelake's heart suddenly broke like a breached dam. As if he had grabbed a Life-Saving Straw, he stepped forward and grabbed one of Li Jiahong's hands, "Save me, help me! I don't know what has happened to me now. I am trapped in a cold, wintery Gubao... there is a dangerous monster hunting me, and there is... someone waiting for me to save them... Since you know who I am, please take me away from that dangerous Gubao."

Kelake let down his guard all at once, begging bitterly.