CHAPTER 402: CHAPTER 170: WAITING FOR SUNRISE, PLAYERS (5K)_3

When something like this happened, everyone’s first reaction was that a Domain had appeared, but then Lord Zhu got some information through Guanzhong County’s Scorching Sun Department, and his expression turned a bit ugly.

With his level of authority, it was only now that he found out the Netherworld had appeared.

But what was really weird was that it had shown up on the Doomsday Computer, in the form of a game.

No one knew if this should count as having appeared, or as not having appeared.

News from all over started to spread, and even Lord Zhu was feeling a headache.

If this thing counted as a Domain, it would have to be at least a Sixth-level Domain to start with.

Because the area it covered was just too wide—not just here, but huge parts of Guanzhong County, and huge parts of Central Plains County too.

Even the ancestral homes of the guests invited to this birthday feast were more or less affected, with some areas just vanishing completely.

It was just that nowhere else was as outrageous as here—almost the entire manor had vanished.

While they were still on the phone, one of his subordinates came to report.

"Prince, the coachman is gone too."

"Hmm?"

"He was resting inside a tomb, and when I went to look for him, even all the desolate tombs there had disappeared. He must’ve vanished along with the tombs."

...

Wen Yan looked at his phone, calculating—the sunrise today should be around six-thirty. Now that it’s autumn, sunrise started getting later.

But even though he’d stayed in the room until after seven, there still wasn’t any change.

He put away his phone, opened the window, and looked outside. The fog still hadn’t cleared, and the glow of the full moon still shone, faint and hazy.

Wen Yan was a bit dumbfounded.

Shit.

Normally, if he stood still and got swept into a Domain, at sunrise—if he didn’t leave directly—something else would always change.

It was clearly sunrise already, but nothing had changed.

He more or less understood why now.

Because this goddamn place wasn’t a second-type Domain that overlaps the real world, and it definitely wasn’t a third-type Domain rooted in reality.

More importantly, he had just realized a fatal problem: this place didn’t even have a sunrise!

Now he was truly screwed. This Domain was just too bizarre.

He looked in the mirror, staring at the line of text above his head and thinking it over. He reached out to touch it—even though he couldn’t feel anything, the words shrank bit by bit at his will, until they vanished.

He had just finished doing this, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Knock knock knock..."

Outside the door came the greeting from a paper man.

"Mr. Wen, what would you like for breakfast today? Will you be eating in your room or outside?"

Wen Yan opened the door, rubbed his belly, and sighed.

"Is there still electricity?"

"No more electricity."

"Can you still light a fire to cook?"

"There’s plenty in storage, all frozen, so it shouldn’t go bad any time soon. We also have plenty of firewood and charcoal left."

"Let’s go, I’ll take a look."

Led by the paper man, he headed to the kitchen. Obviously, none of the electric appliances worked.

Good thing Lord Zhu was picky enough to tell the difference between firewood-cooked food and food from appliances. They had a stove, firewood, and charcoal here.

From induction cookers to gas stoves, to even a planetary engine like you’d find in a hotel kitchen—this place had it all.

And to the north side of the kitchen, they’d even offered a shrine to the Kitchen God.

Truly everything you could need.

Checking the storage, even though the freezer had lost power, the Yin Qi here was so dense that food actually kept better than in the old freezer.

Looking at all this, Wen Yan did the math. If he ate by himself, he’d have no problem lasting a year or two.

The supplies were all kinds—there were even several types of rice.

Wen Yan rubbed his belly and gave in; might as well cook something first.

Lighting the fire for cooking—the first step—turned out to be tough. Yin Qi here was too heavy to catch a flame. In the end, Wen Yan had to bless the firewood with a bit of Yang Energy before the fire would start.

Just a simple bowl of congee with chili oil and preserved vegetables, and breakfast was done.

Wen Yan carried his bowl, squatted at the main gate, and slurped it down with gusto. As he ate, he saw in the distance a Grave Walker walking toward him with a lost look.

"Ah, Brother Wen, what time is it? Where is everyone?"

Wen Yan gave the Grave Walker a once-over.

There was a line of text above Grave Walker’s head, too.

"Coachman: When traveling to certain places, a coachman must lead the way."

Wen Yan held his bowl and casually asked,

"Eaten yet?"

"No..." Grave Walker seemed confused, glancing around at the oppressive Yin Qi everywhere. "Brother Wen, what the hell happened here?"

"A Domain popped up and dragged me in. Didn’t you notice?"

"No... I was sleeping inside a tomb. Just woke up and suddenly I’m here."

"Eat first, congee’s in the pot. Help yourself."

Grave Walker had been a bit twitchy at first, but seeing Wen Yan so relaxed, he relaxed too.

He scooped up a bowl of congee, added chili oil and pickles, stuck an incense stick in the bowl, and just like Wen Yan, sat at the entrance, sipping bite by bite.

The endless wasteland ahead was full of deathly silence—only at this manor gate were a living man and a ghost eating contentedly.

When they finished eating, Wen Yan wiped his mouth.

"Full? If you’re full, let’s try and see if we can get out."

"Alright."

Grave Walker swung his hoe, the desolate tomb cracked open, and his face went ugly as he stared at the road below.

"I can’t sense the right direction. A passageway has opened up, but I have no idea where it leads. Anyway, it definitely isn’t the way home."

"Forget it, don’t risk it. Hold on, someone’s coming."

The tomb closed up again. Wen Yan dragged a chair to the gate, sat down, and looked into the distance. A hunched figure was sneaking toward the manor, tiptoeing carefully.

Wen Yan signaled the paper men not to move. He’d wait here.

From afar, the thin figure looked so familiar.

His eyes narrowed, and his Natural Enemy Profession reluctantly tossed out a hint.

"Player (Thief)."

"A little thief who’s never left home."

"Just one call to his parents and he’ll be scared to tears."