Night fell, and the lanterns were lit.
Just as the two of them were about to walk out of the gambling den, Zhao Yu 'an realized that Nubbo was wobbling as he walked. It seemed like the alcohol had taken over him.
"Nubo, I think we should rest here.”After saying that, he brought Nubber back.
Fortunately, the hotel here did not require any identification. He only asked for their names. The two of them successfully arrived at a luxurious suite with a separate living room and a separate room.
As expected, just as Nubber opened the door and saw the soft and clean bed, his huge body could no longer hold on and collapsed with a bang.
Then, a thunderous snore rang out in the huge room.
"What the f * ck? This is what it means to sleep with a pillow." Zhao Yu 'an sighed and closed the door. Only then did he manage to reduce the snoring.
Many places in the meme world were no different from the original world. For example, on the bedside table of the meme world hotel, there was also a mobile phone charging cable for guests.
However, none of the data cables matched Zhao Yu 'an's phone model. He had no choice but to turn off his phone to save the last 20% of battery.
Zhao Yu 'an took a comfortable shower and simply wrapped a towel around himself. He sat on the sofa in the room and enjoyed the night view of the world outside the window.
Bored, Zhao Yu 'an remembered that Nubo's bamboo stalk was still with him. Nubo had also brought along the technique manuals.
Zhao Yu 'an held the old bamboo stem in his hand and concentrated on channeling his Qi. A wonderful picture immediately unfolded in his mind.
A wooden house stood in the endless wilderness. It looked exactly the same as Nubber's house in the upper realm of the Black Fog Prison Tower, except that the strange tower was missing.
As Zhao Yu 'an's thoughts turned, the door of the wooden house was blown open by a strong wind, revealing the interior of the wooden house.
Zhao Yu 'an returned to the dim but cozy little house. He searched around and soon found a secret door in the cellar on the floor where empty wine bottles were placed.
As he slowly walked down, countless sheepskin scrolls, bamboo slips, and old books appeared in Zhao Yu 'an's sight.
" Postnatal Care of the Eagle Beak Beast,"" Rum Brewing Method,"" The Complete Jokes of Aochen Island "" What are these? There are all sorts of things, and most of them have been turned into mush.
"Looks like Nubo has been reading these books repeatedly in the past thousand years in the Upper Realm. That's true. Who can withstand this loneliness in a thousand years?”
Zhao Yu 'an quickly skimmed through the books whose names were obviously indecent and finally stopped in front of a wooden box.
The color of the wooden box had long faded, leaving only a few blurry patterns. The patterns were like flames, gathering from the four sides to the center. In the middle was a six-sided lamp.
Inside the box was a notebook without a title.
When Zhao Yu 'an focused his mind on the notebook, the dark green flame appeared in the air with a bang and wrapped around the notebook tightly. No matter how Zhao Yu' an tried to chase or extinguish the flame, it was useless.
A moment later, the notebook was burned to ashes.
Zhao Yu 'an felt a strong chill run through his limbs. He quickly pulled his attention away from Nubber's bamboo stalk.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Yu 'an looked at his own hand. It was strangely pale, without a trace of blood.
The coldness gathered from his limbs to his head, bringing him intense pain. Then, Zhao Yu 'an's body seemed to have stepped on air and fell endlessly.
Darkness came from all directions.
Zhao Yu 'an's body gradually turned into the dark green flame.
The flame began to change its form, and Zhao Yu 'an could feel the rhythm within it.
Fireball!
Barrier!
Fire Snake!
Fire Rain!
Fire Arrow!
......
These forms kept repeating in the darkness. After some time, Zhao Yu 'an felt the warmth of his body again.
"Hu…"
Zhao Yu 'an exhaled and walked to the window. Under the flickering neon lights outside the window, his eyes reflected the raging flames on the glass.
Zhao Yu 'an clenched his fingers into a claw, and the ancient lamp appeared.
"Since you appeared after I broke that lamp, I'll call you…Netherworld Lamp…"
He looked out the window at the neon lights of the other buildings turning off one by one. The number of cars on the road gradually decreased. It was late at night. Zhao Yu 'an couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He kept reviewing the trick he had just learned from the Netherworld.
"What time is it?"
Zhao Yu 'an didn't have anything that could tell the time. At this moment, his stomach was growling at the right time, so he found the phone on the bedside table and dialed the hotel service.
Zhao Yu 'an ordered a simple meal and asked if the hotel could help him buy a few simple sets of clothes. After getting a confirmation, he hung up the phone after confirming the approximate size and requirements.
Not long after, the doorbell rang.
"Hello, room service." An extremely soft male voice came from outside the door.
"So fast?"
Zhao Yu 'an tightened the towel around his waist and walked out of the room. He then walked across the wide hall and finally arrived at the entrance.
The hotel staff outside urged him. Zhao Yu 'an decisively pulled down the handle of the outermost door. A dining car was parked at the door.
Zhao Yu 'an retreated to the side. Just as he was about to bring the dining cart into the house, a fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
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