Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar - Chapter 187 - 113: The Chickens at Golden Chicken Ridge Are Still Chickens, So Why Don’t They Lay Eggs?

Chapter 187: Chapter 113: The Chickens at Golden Chicken Ridge Are Still Chickens, So Why Don’t They Lay Eggs?

While crying, he took big bites.

His mouth was full of sauce, and tears streamed down his face as he ate.

Beside him, White Impermanence, who often went unnoticed, was also eating quickly in small bites.

The more he ate, the more shocked he became.

He was amazed by the sweet and savory flavor of the egg pancake and by the extraordinary origins of Lu Wenwu.

Compared to Black Impermanence, he had more experience from working longer in the Underworld.

Even when it came to Spiritual Cuisine, unless it was Ghost Food blessed by an expert, there was a fundamental difference between humans and ghosts, making it impossible for ghosts to eat it, let alone increase the ghost qi within them.

There was only one reason it could have such an effect.

All Laws Connect to God!

This is an All-Encompassing God Level egg pancake!

At this level, it’s a transformation from decay into magic! It’s beyond common sense!

It already has one foot in the realm of Divine Spirits and Immortals!

Connect to God, connect to God!

If he continues down this path, there’s even a possibility of inquiring into the Dao!

Watching Black and White Impermanence eat until they cried, and then seeing the eager eyes of the ghost soldiers, Lu Wenwu scratched his head.

“Don’t you guys have anything to eat in the Underworld…?”

“Sir, we do have food in the Underworld, but it simply doesn’t have the taste of food from the Mortal World!”

One bold ghost soldier replied, green ghost flames dancing lively in his eyes.

“I’ve worked here for many years, and was once fortunate enough to receive a few offering fruits and dishes divided by a kind City God.”

“But those offering fruits and dishes have taste without texture, do you understand that feeling, sir?”

“It’s a feeling that can’t be described, like scratching an itch through a boot, it’s extremely unsatisfying.”

“As for the usual food in the Underworld, it’s just to fill the stomach, it’s not really eating, let alone being tasty. The cooking methods and choice of ingredients are absolutely unacceptable to mortals.”

“This egg pancake, it truly gives me the feeling of being alive again!” Black Impermanence wiped his tears after finishing the last bite, “Brother, thank you! It was genuinely delicious, I got a bit carried away.”

Beside him, White Impermanence also gave Lu Wenwu a deep bow: “Thank you immensely, if there’s ever a need in the future, I will definitely come to your aid! I’m not afraid to plunge into boiling water or walk through fire.”

“So solemn?” Lu Wenwu was startled and immediately helped him up, “Oh, no need, no need, they’re just two pancakes!”

White Impermanence shook his head and bowed again: “For us old ghosts who have been dead for so long, being able to experience the feeling of a living person eating again, even if it means spending all our wealth, there would be ghosts willing to do it.”

“Exactly, exactly!” a ghost soldier chimed in immediately, “Sir, I have fifteen pounds of Netherworld Currency, two strands of incense, a trace of merit, willing to exchange it for one of your egg pancakes, would that be possible?”

“Me, me, me! Sir, I have twenty-one pounds of Netherworld Currency, two traces of merit, all for you! I also want to exchange for a pancake!”

“Step aside, do you think your measly offerings are enough to trade for a pancake? Sir, I have twelve strands of incense, a trace of merit, plus twenty thousand Spirit Coins from the Celestial Court, seeking to exchange for one of your pancakes!”

“Wow! A trace of merit! Twenty thousand Spirit Coins! Wealthy ghost!”

“I…”

A bunch of ghost soldiers competed to offer prices, just for an egg pancake.

Wait, Spirit Coins?

But Lu Wenwu immediately caught the key point.

He looked at one of the ghost soldiers and asked, “You said you have Spirit Coins? Can you show me? If it’s what I want, I can give you an egg pancake.”

“Sure! Of course!”

That ghost soldier was delighted and immediately took out all his Spirit Coins from a small bag, presenting them with both hands.

Lu Wenwu reached out to take them.

He glanced at them and, sure enough, they were the same kind of Spirit Coins he had seen before at the Deceitful School.

The system also timely popped up a prompt, indicating he could incorporate these more than twenty thousand Spirit Coins into the system panel.

Whoa, it actually works!

But exchanging these twenty thousand Spirit Coins for an egg pancake…

Isn’t this a bit too much?

It’s really not such a valuable item, Lu Wenwu couldn’t bear to overcharge like this.

Normally, when he sold pancakes on the sly on Blue Star, he’d only charge five yuan as a token gesture.

Later, it was only due to the overwhelming demand that he raised the price to ten yuan per pancake to reduce customer flow.

Compared to the current twenty thousand Spirit Coins for one pancake…

There’s really no comparison!

Back in the Deceitful School, he felt like he was already charging exorbitantly, with one pancake costing a hundred Spirit Coins…

That’s a fiftyfold increase!

“Twenty thousand Spirit Coins for one pancake, it’s too expensive, there’s no need,” Lu Wenwu couldn’t help but say, “I think maybe we can…”

“Twenty thousand is still expensive!? It’s not expensive at all! Really not expensive, sir! Your price is practically charity!”

Before Lu Wenwu could finish his sentence, that ghost soldier jumped up on the spot, even more anxious than Lu Wenwu himself.

“This is Spiritual Cuisine, sir! Spiritual Cuisine! In the Underworld, only those true Yin Spirits can enjoy it! Sir, twenty thousand Spirit Coins is too little! You must accept this merit and incense!”

“Yes, yes, sir, it’s really not expensive! If you’re not satisfied, I’m willing to trade a Yin House I own in Ghost Realm Castle!”

“Me too, me too, I’m willing…”

The enthusiasm of the ghost soldiers left Lu Wenwu speechless.

At this moment, Golden Rooster Mountain was witnessing an unprecedented, and likely never-to-be-repeated, bizarre scene.

The Golden Chickens were all staring fixedly at the fragrant pancake stall without moving.

The souls of players, their spirits on the run, were frantically climbing the mountain.

Meanwhile, the ghost soldiers were fiercely negotiating with Lu Wenwu.

The buyers believed the seller’s price was too cheap, desperately trying to bid higher.