Chapter 243: Yellow Sky Ascends? Corpse Oil Seals the Realm!

The two walked at a leisurely pace, chatting intermittently, much like tourists on a casual trip.

After all, in a foreign land, one must have an experience.

But suddenly, Su Ming's steps came to an abrupt halt.

"Hmm?"

A light note of doubt sounded, and his mind tightened.

There were no enemies, no ambush.

Eye of Truth scanned the surroundings; all that was there was withered grass, withered grass, not even a phantom.

But this sudden feeling...

Something's off!

It was a malice pure to the extreme.

Like someone holding a blood‑stained rag, pressing it hard over your mouth and nose.

"Wang!"

Magu reacted just as swiftly; her bewitching pupils instantly narrowed, and black threads coiled around her ten fingers.

Like a cat whose fur had been singed.

The wind stopped.

The intermittent insect chirps from earlier were cut off as if their throats had been snapped.

"Look up at the sky."

Su Ming slowly lifted his head, his voice revealing no emotion.

Magu followed his gaze and shivered slightly.

It was still before ten a. m., a time that should have been bathed in bright sunshine.

But somehow, clouds had gathered.

Not the fluffy white kind, but...

Exactly like the sea of corpses we saw from the plane earlier!

Only a few seconds.

The heavens changed color!

The once‑azure atmosphere seemed to be ripped away in one swift pull.

A new presence...

No need for further explanation!

At that moment, Sakura Country seemed to be poured into a massive vat filled with Corpse Oil, being frantically marinated.

"Ugh..."

Magu furrowed her delicate brows, a look of disdain on her face.

"Wang, if this is the broth of a buffet, the restaurant's hygiene is questionable."

Su Ming said nothing, and with his other hand produced the Custom Phone.

The signal was still there.

He opened the browser and glanced at the Global Forum.

Over in Dragon Country, there was no notable reaction yet.

But Sakura Country's sector... was already blowing up!

Countless posts were flooding the screen.

【How did the sky turn yellow?!】

【Did the power plant explode again? Or the chemical plant? This color is off!】

【Is this a sunset?】

Countless photos were uploaded.

Whether bustling streets or remote islands...

All backgrounds shared that despairing, dim yellow.

Wails, panic.

Even through the screen, Su Ming could smell the strong odor of urine.

Buzz—!

Suddenly, someone called.

It was Chen Beixuan.

Su Ming raised an eyebrow and pressed the answer button.

"Mr. Su..."

On the receiver, Chen Beixuan's voice carried a hint of gravity, with a touch of probing.

"Mr. Su, over there... can you still see the sun?"

Su Ming looked up, glancing at that clump hanging in the sky, resembling a festering, pus‑filled ulcer of a light source.

"I can't see the sun, but I do see a giant runny salted‑egg yolk."

On the other end, an odd silence lingered for a full two seconds.

Then, Chen Beixuan took a deep breath, his tone odd.

"Mr. Su, let's close the door and speak frankly..."

"We're all comrades; give me the inside scoop."

"This commotion..."

"Did you, just as you landed, think the road was hard to walk and casually use a big move?"

Su Ming: "……"

He could even imagine Chen Beixuan right now pacing back and forth in his office, anxiously scratching his ears and rubbing his jaw.

What is this?

People walk on the ground, and the pot comes from the sky?

"Old Chen, is that the image I have in your mind?"

Su Ming laughed in exasperation.

"Am I that kind of terrorist who blows up wherever I go?"

"I just landed, haven't even had a mouthful of hot rice, how could I have time for this kind of trick."

He paused, looked at the yellow haze filling the sky, and added.

"Moreover, I have a cleanliness obsession."

"This poop‑yellow filter is not only ugly, but also disgusting, completely contrary to my aesthetic."

On the other end of the phone, Chen Beixuan's mouth twitched.

Cleanliness obsession?!

He almost believed it!

But at this moment, it's more important to get down to business.

"Mr. Su, that would be troublesome."

"According to our latest channel information…"

"Worldwide, only Sakura Country… has turned a poop‑yellow color."

"All other countries are normal."

"Even Bangzi Guo has a blue sky."

Su Ming's eyelid twitched.

Is it really only Sakura Country?

This kind of precise strike range control…

Somewhat interesting.

"There's an even worse piece of news."

Chen Beixuan lowered his voice.

"Just half a minute ago, our people analyzed."

"Today's Sakura Country is like being encircled by a yellow eggshell!"

"People outside probably can't get in."

"Likewise… those inside probably can't get out."

"There, it is now a genuine… Isolated Island Prison."

Both ends of the phone fell into a brief silence.

This is more than a blockade.

This is closing the door.

Someone, or something, has welded shut all the doors and windows of this island nation.

Obviously, they're preparing to stage a grand drama inside.

And he and Magu, what a death.

Just a second before the Gate was welded shut, (they) voluntarily leapt into this Big Can!

Became that creature locked in a cage…

Turtle?

"Mr. Su."

Chen Beixuan's voice was solemn.

"If you need evacuation, I'll right now mobilize some resources and try to forcefully blast a hole in this eggshell!"

"No matter the cost, I'll definitely get you out!"

That's his attitude, and also the higher‑ups' attitude.

No matter how big this pot of shit is.

Since Su Ming went in, we have to pull the person out.

"Heh!"

On the other end of the phone, Su Ming stared at the yellow haze filling the sky.

Instead, he opened his mouth in a grin and laughed.

"No need."

"Since they went to such lengths to weld the Gate shut, it's clearly to close the door and beat a dog."

"Leaving at this moment would give the master no face."

"Only that…"

His voice was chilling, yet carried a hint of composure.

"In this pot of Corpse Oil stew…"

"Who exactly is the dog, and who is the butcher…"

"It's really hard to tell."

"I have my limits!"