Chapter 492: Returning to Jinmu Building

Wu Xian slowly opened his eyes.

A dirty window, a bloodstained wall, a floor covered in dust…

This was Jinmu Building! But Wu Xian no longer feared being ambushed by malevolent spirits, for he had returned to reality.

It was six o’clock in the morning.

Precisely six hours after they entered the Blessed Land.

The Joyful City Blessed Land was unusual, so there were no divine rewards—beyond potential, the only change was a reduction of one thousand yin virtue.

Shi Ji, Du E, Wei Dian, Liao Yifang—all the familiar Juanren Wu Xian knew—had survived the torment of the malevolent gods, and they should have gained the same potential as Wu Xian.

But only Yu Rang wore a normal expression.

The others were either gaunt or had bloodshot eyes; Wei Dian forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying, and even the three Juanren who hadn’t swallowed the eyeballs regretted missing this opportunity.

Yu Rang clapped his hands.

“Alright, this journey has ended Yuanman .”

He pulled a stack of cards from his pocket, each bearing the words “Rebirth Mind Clinic,” and handed one to each Juanren .

“I recommend you all visit a psychologist after returning home. This Rebirth Mind Clinic is a subordinate institution of the City God’s Office—there’s no need to keep secrets about your experiences in the Blessed Land.”

Wu Xian noticed.

Yu Rang had distributed only seventeen cards.

He hadn’t given any to the trio who hadn’t eaten the eyeballs, nor to Xu Bailian; the remaining seventeen were given out, meaning only twenty-two Juanren remained present.

The vast majority of Juanren had survived; only one had permanently remained in Joyful City.

This mortality rate was far lower than Yu Rang had claimed.

Thus, Yu Rang’s initial mortality estimate had merely been intimidation—if you were frightened by the odds, your willpower was insufficient, and you weren’t suited for this trial.

Seeing the mood grow heavy,

Yu Rang smiled and said, “Your ordeal counts as a work-related injury, so the City God’s Office will cover the cost of psychological counseling. With this card, your first five sessions within six months are free. If you exhaust those and still wish to visit, mention my name—you’ll get a twenty percent discount.”

The group Mianqiang smiled.

Now, only Yu Rang had the mood to joke.

After finishing this, no one wanted to stay a moment longer; they all headed downstairs, especially Wu Xian, who moved swiftly—he had died eighteen times here, and just seeing Jinmu Building made him feel ill.

As soon as the group reached the first floor, Wu Xian had already burst out of the building.

Ah! The group’s faces turned pale.

They had heard Wu Xian’s scream!

All the Juanren rushed out of the building to investigate—and outside, screams erupted one after another, even including Yu Rang’s…

Every Juanren had arrived at Jinmu Building by car.

Wu Xian drove a black Blood Iron Dragon, Du E rode a tricycle, Shi Ji used a minivan, and Yu Rang drove an ordinary motorcycle…

All twenty-plus vehicles.

Without exception, all their wheels had been removed!

Wu Xian wanted to cry.

How bold had thieves become now? His secondhand ride had only been driven for a few days, and already it was ruined like this.

Fuyuan City’s security was indeed poor—motorcycles and bicycles were stolen everywhere—but removing wheels from over twenty vehicles at once was extremely rare…

Yu Rang’s face turned ashen.

Though he was powerful, even the strongest couldn’t restore the wheels! “I’ll have the City God’s Office send a tow truck. The wheels count as work-related loss—they’ll be reimbursed… You all must find your own way home for now.”

After saying this,

Yu Rang stepped onto the street, hailed a taxi, and left.

Though Jinmu Building was abandoned, the area wasn’t remote—it was near a major road, so taxis were plentiful; everyone quickly hailed rides and departed.

Soon, only Wu Xian and Shi Ji remained. Shi Ji had planned to leave with Liao Yifang, but she had shoved him out of the car. Wu Xian crouched on the ground, examining the thief’s traces—he intended to catch the thief and ransack his home to compensate for his losses.

But as he investigated further,

Wu Xian felt a faint chill.

The area was busy with traffic, and surveillance cameras were operational; the thief didn’t seem to care about being caught. Most importantly, there were no marks from a jack!

“Not afraid of being caught… unnatural power… Juanren …”

Wu Xian immediately realized:

The thief’s goal wasn’t to sell the wheels for money, but to prevent Juanren from leaving quickly, forcing them to disperse and return home separately.

Worse still, perhaps…

At that moment,

A red taxi pulled up beside Wu Xian and Shi Ji; the window rolled down slowly, revealing a young, delicate-faced female driver.

“Gentlemen, where would you like to go?”

Shi Ji was about to get in without hesitation, but Wu Xian grabbed his arm.

Perhaps the thief’s goal was to ensure only certain people could leave by taking his taxi!

Just that single pull made Shi Ji sense something was wrong.

He was about to speak when Wu Xian’s expression suddenly shifted—as if listening intently.

Then Wu Xian fell silent for a moment, and smiled.

“I don’t want to wait for another ride. You and Sister Liao are having trouble, right? Why not skip going home for now? Come stay at my place for a couple of days.”

Shi Ji nodded immediately: “Alright. Your cooking’s amazing—I’ll tell you a secret, Fang’s cooking is terrible…”

…

Wu Xian and Shi Ji sat in the back seat.

As soon as they got in,

he began observing.

The female driver’s skill was excellent—the car moved with perfect smoothness, not a single jolt; a coin stood upright wouldn’t fall.

Several metallic wind chimes hung inside, filling the cabin with the scent of Gu Long perfume; the interior was predominantly dark red and spotlessly clean…

The taxi’s route led toward Wu Xian’s home.

Wu Xian thought for a moment, then began chatting with the driver.

“Sister, how long have you been driving?”

“Two years.”

“Female taxi drivers are rare, especially someone so young.”

“Ah, my husband promised before marriage he’d support me, but after I gave birth, he kept calling our baby a four-legged gold-devouring beast. We couldn’t afford it, so I had to start driving to help make ends meet.”

The conversation flowed naturally, logically coherent.

Not a malevolent spirit.

Could she be a Nieren ? Wu Xian frowned, pulled an advertisement pamphlet from the front seat cover, then secretly withdrew his Juanren credential, ready to activate his worship ability through it.

Yes.

Wu Xian had confirmed she was suspicious.

His initial suspicion about the taxi had been vague, but now, once inside, the anomalies piled up.

The taxi was unnaturally smooth; women rarely preferred metallic wind chimes; a driver with two years’ experience shouldn’t be this spotless; her conversation, though seemingly warm, was too revealing—no ordinary person would disclose their entire family situation after just two questions…

Most importantly…

There was no payment QR code! (End of Chapter)