Chapter 622: Disguise

Go.

Yang Yixie grabbed Xi Ren Sheng and headed for the room; Xi Ren Sheng's body staggered from being pulled, and his slippers scraped the floor with a sharp sound.

Ah! Partner, slow down!

Yang Yixie ignored him, kept walking, and as he passed the living room he tossed a quick line to Zhiruo on the sofa: "Mom, we're going into the room to play games."

Zhiruo hadn't even had a chance to say anything when she saw Yang Yixie shove Xi Ren Sheng into the room and slam the door shut with a click.

She froze for a moment, then laughed and shook her head: "Their relationship is really good."

Inside the room, as soon as Yang Yixie let go, Xi Ren Sheng flopped onto his bed, crossing his legs in a rather alluring pose.

Partner, we don't need to be so rushed~

His annoying voice rang out, and Yang Yixie couldn't help but kick him off the bed.

First, let's talk business—what's up with the negotiation?

Xi Ren Sheng slowly crawled up from the bedside, sat on the edge of the bed, and cleared his throat.

"Hua Jian Lei told me to say that this afternoon the officials already made contact with the higher-ups of Tianmian City; the Church and the Dome each sent representatives, and the Special Affairs Bureau also sent someone."

The officials have doubts about the current situation, yet they completely fail to understand why things from the game world have suddenly shifted into reality, and since the Church and the Dome have just gone through a bitter battle, they set the negotiation time for evening.

"After all, Entropy Increase is fairly well-known in the Wasteland, so the officials hope we can also send someone to sit in; the original plan was for Hua Jian Lei to go, but he said you might also be interested."

"In other words, the officials need someone to play the bad cop." Yang Yixie got straight to the point.

Entropy Increase's reputation among players is indeed not bad, but if we limit the scope to the Wasteland...

The Dome's hatred toward them is only that stable.

Moreover, regarding the inside story of the two worlds merging, Entropy Increase actually knows quite a bit.

If Yang Yixie also takes part, he can still adapt on the fly according to how the negotiation goes.

"Bingo!" Xi Ren Sheng snapped his fingers, "And to say that among Entropy Increase, the people familiar with both the Church and the Dome must be you, my partner!"

Entropy Increase usually operates within the Dome's territory, and even after the war fully erupted that remained the case; after all, because of the black material Entropy Increase had previously exposed, many rebel armies chose to secretly cooperate with Entropy Increase in the Dome's territory.

But there's a crucial problem: Yang Yixie's face cannot simply appear in public.

"What's the big deal? If worse comes to worst, partner, you can just cosplay an electronic ghost."

Xi Ren Sheng and Ying Duo are used to working together in shady ways; he often disguises himself as a prop and gets into Ying Duo's backpack, then follows Ying Duo's 【Teleport】 to run maps—it's a common occurrence.

"If all else fails, let Hua Jian Lei cast an illusion on you."

Xi Ren Sheng spread his hands, completely unconcerned about this issue: "Anyway, if you're going, just tell Hua Jian Lei; there'll always be a way."

Yang Yixie gave a noncommittal response; mainly, Ying Duo's identity in the game world has drawn too much hatred. He isn't afraid of his identity being exposed, but fears it might drag his mother into trouble...

But for now, what's more important is——

You should go sweep the floor.

Yang Yixie pulled Xi Ren Sheng up, shoved him out the door, and as Xi Ren Sheng turned his head, he saw Yang Yixie's room door swing shut in front of him, the panel nearly hitting his nose.

Zhiruo had just taken out a broom and dustpan from the kitchen corner, about to clean up after the two mischievous kids, when she heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

Xi Ren Sheng immediately rushed over and snatched the broom and dustpan from Zhiruo's hands.

"Auntie, I'll sweep!" he exclaimed, gripping the broom as if he'd just received a sacred heirloom sword, his expression exaggerated yet sincere: "I made this mess, so I should clean it up! You just sit and watch TV."

Zhiruo was amused by his enthusiasm: "Fine, fine, fine—go ahead and sweep; after you're done, there's sliced fruit in the kitchen."

"By the way, Xiao Xi, do you have anything tonight?"

"Probably not; I don't like the new game they found."

"Then why don't you stay for dinner later?"

"Sure thing! Thanks, Auntie!"

Yang Yixie leaned against the door inside his room, listening to the commotion outside, and sent a message to Hua Jian Lei.

【Strategy Group: How's the situation over there?】

【Hua Jian Lei: I've already been in talks with the officials; besides me, I can bring one more person to the negotiation—it's up to you whether you want to go.

Yang Yixie's face is truly a psychological trauma for many people; no matter what, he simply cannot show up directly.

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After dinner, Xi Ren Sheng, not interested in the game Yang Yixie was playing, dragged Zhiruo to sit in the living room and chat, while Yang Yixie returned to his own bedroom.

Outside the window the sky had already darkened; he pushed open the window, and a chilly night wind after the rain rushed in, Yang Yixie climbed out and made his way along the windowsill into the neighboring room.

Bai Mu Yun stood just behind the half-open glass door of the balcony, as if he had expected him to come.

He wore only a white thin coat, holding a cup of coffee still steaming.

When it comes to disguise and makeup skills, in a sense Bai Mu Yun is the true expert.

Bai Mu Yun's residence has a layout similar to his, but the furnishings are simpler; although they've only been in the capital for a short while, Bai Mu Yun's home already contains many artistically decorative items.

"Sit." He patted the sofa cushion, and Yang Yixie sat down obediently.

While Yang Yixie explained the situation, Bai Mu Yun had already ordered the needed items via delivery.

Although lacking things like human-skin masks, this hardly hinders Bai Mu Yun from using other means to disguise Yang Yixie.

He opened the makeup case on the coffee table; Yang Yixie had no idea how Bai Mu Yun managed to acquire so much equipment so quickly.

Bai Mu Yun half‑knelt before him, dabbing a fingertip of light‑gray paste from a porcelain bottle, and said, "Don't move."

Although the process was more troublesome, at least Yang Yixie listens better than Ying Duo; Bai Mu Yun tucked the ends of Yang Yixie's hair behind his ears, secured a few strands with small clips, and then took off his plain glasses.

Actually, whether to keep these glasses is a question in itself; the game side knows Ying Duo, while the officials know Yang Yixie.

Bai Mu Yun stared at Yang Yixie, thought for a moment, then pulled a dark‑brown wig from the toolbox and placed it on Yang Yixie's face.

Bai Mu Yun then applied various powders and creams to Yang Yixie's face, and only after a while did he let him go.

"All done."