Chapter 94: Fengxian Travel Agency

In the following period of time.

Wu Xian never went to the Chenghuang Bureau again.

He had gained a basic understanding of the Chenghuang Bureau.

This understanding freed him from needing deeper knowledge, allowing him to relax at home, loaf around, and enjoy a peaceful Tangping life.

Lately, he was short on cash.

Wu Xian stopped going out to wander and stayed home playing games.

The game he had played the longest recently was called “Guan Erlang: Shadow Dies Twice”; he played it until dizzy and confused, breaking down and cursing repeatedly.

The old clock in the travel agency chimed—it was eight o’clock at night!

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The travel agency’s lobby was fairly spacious, lined with several rows of chairs for tourists to rest; on the left wall hung an old-fashioned wall clock, while on the right wall displayed recent travel itineraries.

First was a black-clad girl sitting in the corner—neither fat nor thin, with a delicate face, wearing headphones, legs crossed, fiddling with her phone, her expression icy and forbidding, clearly warning others to keep away.

Wu Xian walked over and sat beside her.

The guide’s lips curled with disdain, but once the others left, she let out a long sigh, sorrow creeping onto her face.

The young man and woman stared blankly: “What notice? We were too busy today to check our phones.”

Wu Xian stared for a long time, and finally at four in the afternoon, spotted a red dot appearing near his home on the map—the deadline for this Fudi was eight o’clock that night.

The guide was a thirty-year-old woman dressed in a business suit, reasonably attractive, with a sharp, forceful voice; she faced all accusations without backing down.

The man put his arm around the woman’s shoulder—they looked like a couple: “Of course it’s a trip—we took this trip very seriously, but suddenly we had urgent work. Luckily, we didn’t miss it.”

Hearing this, Wu Xian roughly guessed what had happened.

The most noticeable man among them was a lean, short fellow leaning against the wall, arms crossed, wearing a black jacket; occasionally he lifted his eyes to sneak glances at everyone present, flashing a strange, meaningless smile.

Then a gray old sedan pulled out from the garage.

The driver rubbed his face: “I don’t know what’s wrong with Liang Fang—she was always so reliable, the most popular guide in the company. Today she suddenly went crazy, chasing everyone away, even scolding the boss, and told me to go home…”

The Deadly Choice Arc—ongoing serial!

“No departure tonight—I say so, and no one’s word matters.”

Wu Xian pushed open the door.

Time passed slowly; the sky darkened, drawing closer to the Fudi’s deadline, when suddenly a young man and woman burst in, panting heavily.

After clearing another game, Wu Xian began scouting for his next Fudi.

Eventually Wu Xian arrived at the entrance of a travel agency, found a spot with surveillance, carefully locked his car door, confirmed it wouldn’t be stolen, then walked to the agency’s front door.

Inside the agency’s lobby were six others: three women and three men.

But… one shouldn’t jump to conclusions so soon.

Next was a heavily made-up woman, sitting nervously, clearly anxious, frequently pulling out her compact to reapply makeup—her face grew ever more caked in powder.

The last man was the bus driver.

Wu Xian felt he couldn’t keep relaxing like this—his body and mind would rust, making survival in the next Fudi nearly impossible.

The Du Die would indicate the approximate range and deadline for the Fudi’s appearance; as long as a juanren arrived at the designated spot within that time, they could enter the Fudi.

“We booked our tickets and took leave—how can you just say the trip’s canceled?”

Wu Xian thought she looked familiar, but couldn’t recall where he’d seen her before.

Therefore, Wu Xian wanted to reach the Fudi’s location as soon as possible, to gather early map intelligence—if he arrived too late, he’d be at a disadvantage.

On the twenty-fifth day.

“You want compensation? Fine—go see the boss tomorrow. I already told you the issue can’t be resolved right now. Why are you pestering me? I’m just a lowly guide—yelling at me won’t help!”

After a brief argument, the passengers lost; they pushed through the doors, shouting about filing complaints and reports.

In daily life.

The guide’s name was Liang Fang.

The third woman was an elderly lady with streaks of gray in her hair; she sat quietly, playing with a string of prayer beads, each bead containing a small triangular iron plaque—the emblem of the Three Officials Sect; the woman was likely a follower of that sect.

Aside from eating, sleeping, and going out to buy groceries, Wu Xian didn’t need to lift a finger—Bai Gu handled everything for him; it was like living as a god.

Except for the first Fudi or special cases like solo Fudis, juanren usually had some autonomy in choosing which Fudi to enter.

Fengxian Travel Agency would send out only one bus tonight, traveling to several scenic spots in the neighboring province for a three-day trip.

“We… made it. Finally didn’t miss it.”

The travel agency was named “Fengxian,” modest in size, with a large bus parked outside adorned with various travel advertisements.

“What did you make it to?”

“F*ck, refund my money!”

The closer he got to the target, the clearer the map became.

Liang Fang stepped out of the staff break room, frowned upon seeing the two.

Coincidentally, all other staff at the agency were off today; the guide assigned to handle this was the one for tonight’s bus.

Aside from Wu Xian and the guide.

……

Liang Fang was likely a juanren herself; upon receiving the news that a Fudi had appeared at the agency, she knew this trip stood a high chance of being fatal—hence her sudden personality shift, driving all ordinary tourists away.

Who knows what she was trying to test?

Ding, ding, ding…

“Big brother, what’s wrong? Why so down?”

Someone capable of doing this must be a good person.

“How can I go back? The boss won’t approve—I’d get my salary docked if I left without permission!”

Displaying a simple map of Fuyuan City and its surroundings, Wu Xian stared at the Du Die, waiting for the next Fudi location to refresh.

But the agency had just issued a notice canceling tonight’s trip; many ticket holders naturally refused to accept this, so they came to protest.

Apologies for the delay.

Wu Xian glanced briefly and understood what had happened.

The driver, a man in his forties, wore a black-and-blue uniform, smoked a cigarette, and sat in the corner sighing heavily.

On the first page of the Du Die.

The second man was slightly overweight, dressed in a suit, meticulously groomed with oiled hair and powdered face, projecting confidence and smiling at everyone who looked his way—but in Wu Xian’s eyes, this fat guy’s anxiety rivaled that of the heavily made-up woman.

The scene upon entering a Fudi often mirrored the real world—like the previous Ghostly Travel Agency Fudi, where Wei Chao and others entered the Fudi from the agency, and the Fudi’s setting remained the agency.

But the type and difficulty of this Fudi depended entirely on the juanren’s luck.

This perfect life lasted thirteen days.

Before Wu Xian could enter, he heard loud noise coming from inside.

“Where have you ever seen business done like this?”

She didn’t chase away Wu Xian or the others; instead, she rubbed her forehead and entered the staff-only break room.

It was said that different juanren saw different Fudi locations—perhaps indicating that if a juanren could see the Fudi, its difficulty was suited to them.

Liang Fang’s tone was irritated: “Didn’t I issue a notice?”

My drafts were exhausted, and plotting new arcs takes time, causing the delay.

I’ll try to be more punctual and reduce delays in the future.

(End of Chapter)