Nie Huo could hardly believe it.
Today's experience had been… overflowing.
With weirdness.
With danger.
With noodles that might have brainwashed him.
But his body was still moving according to his own thoughts.
That was enough to call it a victory.
He escaped.
He got out of that insidious convenience store.
That realm of chicken enlightenment and noodle-born fanaticism.
Meanwhile, back inside the store…
Hao calmly sipped his Lime Fizz behind the counter.
His eyes, half-lidded and lazy, had been tracking Nie Huo the entire time.
From the moment that thief swaggered in with suspicious confidence, to the second he bolted out like a ghost had licked his earlobe.
Scorching Soul City.
No longer a place of respectable cultivation talent.
Now firmly rebranded in his mind as Cracked Head City.
The sun must've melted something important in their brains.
He glanced at Dou Xinshi.
'Brain deep-fried… extra crispy.'Hao thought with a sigh.
