Chapter 540: Routine Inspection

If the goal is merely to make Bai Mu Yun obey Yang Yixie's commands completely, the now powerless Bai Mu Yun is a very easy-to-handle material, but that's not what Yang Yixie wants.

Yang Yixie only needs one—a nanny who can dutifully take care of his mother when he, by chance, cannot be by her side.

As for other times, it doesn't matter if Bai Mu Yun wants to do fashion design or debut as a model.

"Do you think I can tell my mother that he's my son and have it work?"

Before even reviving the person, Yang Yixie has already started discussing the excuse for his mother with Xi Ren Sheng.

"It should be possible," Xi Ren Sheng said seriously, nodding, "If our mother already senses something's off, just tell her that this sheep was fashioned by you using Aberrant Arts; it might even serve as a spiritual anchor for the grandchildren."

Xi Ren Sheng knows what Yang Yixie worries about most, and immediately follows his line of thought.

Yang Yixie, however, fell into an odd silence after that remark; although he had considered this wholly unreliable possibility, once Xi Ren Sheng actually voiced it, he truly began to contemplate its feasibility.

Though it's impossible to do, divergent thinking isn't illegal.

Meng Kexin doesn't know how terrifying Yang Yixie's and Xi Ren Sheng's ability to twist topics becomes when they team up, and she is still focused on figuring out how to handle it.

If the goal is just to make an obedient puppet, it's really easy; she still remembers that shortly after entering the game she encountered an aberrant plant called "Bone‑Eroding Ghost Orchid."

That kind of aberrant plant can turn a person into a completely obedient puppet, but it only works on ordinary people with no resistance; anyone whose spirit power has been trained even slightly cannot be affected.

Yet this is only a relatively rare aberrant plant that still has a market.

Some even rarer, more uncommon aberrant plants can achieve even more exaggerated results, but Yang Yixie has every metal, mineral, weapon, and gear at his disposal—only aberrant plants he lacks.

There's no way; he hasn't unlocked the Alchemy skill, let alone discern what each aberrant plant can be used for.

Yet he insists on preserving the person's own will, claiming it could later be used as a companion for conversation; has he considered the thoughts of the one actually doing the hands‑on work?

Meng Kexin still can't figure out Yang Yixie's reasoning; you might say he values this person highly, yet the dissection marks she found were made by Yang Yixie's own hand; you might say he doesn't value them, yet he still wants to preserve their will.

Oh, preserving their will is just so he can better serve as a nanny‑and‑bodyguard.

A contradictory, awkward Little Ghost.

Meng Kexin brainstormed for a while before proposing another solution.

"Then should we try a Rune?"

Meng Kexin has devoted all her time to studying potions and developing her own Aberrant Arts, but however rich her potion knowledge is, without an aberrant plant on hand it's useless.

And Ying Duo happens to have considerable research on Runes, and his Engraving speed and accuracy are quite astonishing.

However, these Runes aren't Ying Duo's specialty; he specializes in Engraving and assembling on materials, merely as a step in weapon manufacturing, not using Runes directly as an attack method.

Shen Zexi, on the other hand, is proficient in this area; the very few books related to it were all collected when Ying Duo previously boosted his favor.

However, requesting precise Runes from customer service at his current level, copying a known method, isn't impossible.

So Ying Duo immediately used the newly activated resident customer‑service feature, studied the process carefully with Meng Kexin, and then began execution at once.

"Actually, renaming Bai Mu Yun to Yang Yixie and claiming they've had plastic surgery is also a solution."

Xi Ren Sheng casually grabbed a can of Lao Bao's beer he brought back and started spouting a bad idea again.

"That's impossible; the heights are different."

Hua Jian Lei responded lazily, also holding a can of beer, saying that real‑world alcohol tastes far better than the game's, though the game's brew has a uniquely special flavor.

Just by the naked eye, Bai Mu Yun and Yang Yixie's heights differ by at least ten centimeters, but this corpse was a master of illusion when alive, so those absurd explanations might not even be needed.

"First, I'll try to connect to the game world through your game system, and then you have them prepare the person's soul in advance."

"Later, the chaotic individual will handle the handoff; he'll blur the distinction between Bai Mu Yun's soul and backpack items, allowing you to bring his soul into this world."

"Then the same chaotic person will confuse the concept of him as a corpse; I'll be responsible for stitching his soul into this body, and you, following their instructions, directly engrave binding Runes onto his soul."

As for whether it ultimately succeeds or fails...

That's still largely left to fate.

However, they do have a fallback plan for failure; the only issue is whether Bai Mu Yun will revive atop a still‑warm corpse or the corpse will simply be converted into a robot.

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"It's definitely here; there must be something wrong inside!"

The server‑dressed individual, accompanied by a fully equipped, ready‑to‑go official team, arrived outside the private room door.

This place truly is the best, most secretive bar locally, but that doesn't mean they'll tolerate illegal activities!

If they're not allowed to go in to disturb or take drinks, it might be for business talks or such, which is normal.

They've dealt with such scenes many times; after negotiations they usually order plenty of good wine, and those inside celebrate properly.

But just now, the people inside only sent a hulking man to carry a few bottles of beer inside; out of curiosity, they had someone nearby pretend to pass by and peek at the situation.

Coincidentally, that group had just emerged from a dungeon, their spirits at their most exhausted, and that's when someone caught a fleeting glimpse of the interior.

"Just now our staff saw someone placed on a table, face ashen, looking like a corpse!"

Clearly their employee was quite frightened, and the bar fears liability—if, say, someone later dances in that room and a corpse‑laden ghost story falls from the ceiling, they'd immediately contact the authorities.

The officials nodded solemnly; the bar is already a hotspot for illegal incidents, and even if it's just a mishap, they must investigate thoroughly.

They exchanged a glance, and one of them took the card from the server's hand and forced the room door open.

"Hello, routine inspection."

He pushed the door open with a solemn expression, and the sight before him was indeed somewhat unexpected.

This was completely different from any bar private room they'd seen before; they had installed the brightest lighting, and even placed a whiteboard in the most conspicuous spot, covered with densely packed unknown formulas.

Inside, the people looked unusually solemn; Bai Mu Yun, who had been reported as a dead person, sat in the middle, brow tightly furrowed, perhaps facing some dilemma.

As a result of the door being suddenly opened, in an instant everyone in the room turned their gaze toward the entrance.