The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 963 Two Golden Crows

Chapter 963 Two Golden Crows (Part 10)

Old Mu suddenly shuddered, only then realizing what was happening:

"That braised aroma!"

The aroma had been wafting in through the crack in the door since just now.

This shows that this matter must have occurred long ago, and it's not something that just started recently, which means—

"What we just saw... was all fake?"

Liu Sheng shook her head: "It's not exactly fake."

"It can only be said that the two 'your home's' are overlapping, and now we finally see what the overlapping situation looks like."

"What overlap? That... could it be dangerous?"

No sooner had Old Mu finished speaking than the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

The pot on the stove suddenly boiled over, the broth bubbling and spilling everywhere, extinguishing the fire. But a strong smell of leaking gas wafted through the crack in the door.

The kitchen was quickly engulfed in thick black smoke, but there was still no sound from the room. Clearly, his wife was still fast asleep and had no idea of the danger they were in.

Anxious, Old Mu wanted to open the door.

But just as he was about to reach out, he remembered his past lessons and the strange situation just now, and he stopped himself.

We must not repeat the same mistakes!
A sense of alarm rose within him.

"What are you waiting for!" he snapped.

“I’m waiting for the moment when we completely overlap, when your home will completely transform into a bizarre place and connect with this place,” Liu Sheng said calmly.

In the thick smoke, the figure lowered its head, then slowly raised it to look this way, seemingly chuckling softly.

It clearly saw the door that appeared in the kitchen.

They also knew that Old Mu was behind the door.

She even raised her hand and beckoned to him.

Full of provocation.

The swirling smoke grew thicker and thicker, and what was churning in the pot was no longer just liquid; it seemed as if something viscous was slowly gushing out, meandering down the edge of the stove and spreading into a wriggling, gelatinous mass.

They swell, collapse, and swell again, producing bubbles of varying sizes, constantly emitting strange "gurgling" sounds, and quickly spreading to every corner.

The stove was slowly collapsing, the range hood dripped thick grease mixed with metal, and the tiled floor rolled like lava, gradually swallowing the low-lying figure.

No, that's not gelatin!
Instead, everything in the house is transforming into this strange substance, shifting with the overlapping of these spaces.

To be honest, it's like something stewing on a stove, undergoing structural damage as heat is transferred—starch gelatinizes, fats emulsify, proteins gelatinize, and flavors blend and permeate, ultimately creating a texture that's easy to chew, absorb, and delicious.

This thing is going to cook his whole house into one pot!
Including his wife and son.

After stewing for so many days, is it finally almost done?
Old Mu shuddered.

Unable to bear it any longer, she looked at Liu Sheng beside her, who was still staring intently at something.

But he was just staring at the screen in front of him.

What's the use?
He gritted his teeth, gripped the handle, and turned it, opening the door a crack.

Just as he was about to leave, a slight rumbling sound rang out around him, along with layers of whispering murmurs that flooded his ears like a tide.

Even many unseen shadows, carried along by the billowing smoke and dust, surged into the room, as if something had been waiting for him to take that step, so that he could also step into the human world.

Just then, a hand suddenly pulled him back.

"Old Mu, move aside."

It was that little girl named "Liu Sheng".

She was surprisingly strong and shoved him aside.

He staggered back, only to see her push the door open and walk out.

"You can't..."

Before they could stop her, the little girl had already closed the door.

Looking at the screen again, the picture was in complete chaos, everything was boiling and rapidly collapsing, and there seemed to be strange vine-like things wriggling around, eventually twisting everything and completely tearing the picture apart.

All that remained was a screen displaying static and the crackling of electrical current.

Not long after, a few clanging sounds came from behind the door. No one knew what had happened, but the smell of burning and the aroma of braised food gradually faded away.

With a pounding heart, the door opened again.

Liu Sheng clapped her hands as she walked back, her clothes still covered in a lot of unidentified liquid.

But these traces gradually disappeared upon returning to the dream space.

Old Mu opened his mouth and asked with difficulty:

"Then...where is the monster?"

Liu Sheng casually wiped her mouth and said indifferently, "Don't worry, it's already resolved."

Old Mu was so concerned that he didn't notice Liu Sheng's subtle movements. He was staring intently at the electronic access control screen, which had now restored its display, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"You can open the door a crack and take a look."

Liu Sheng actually told him this.

"But..." "Don't worry, I have already completely transformed this strange realm into my node."

Although Lao Mu didn't understand what he was saying, he could tell that it meant there were no worries about the future.

Now he believes what Liu Sheng said.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, I carefully turned the doorknob and pulled out a thin crack.

A sliver of light fell into the kitchen, which had returned to normal, and he saw his son lying motionless on the floor.

His eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"He's fine, don't worry."

Liu Sheng spoke before he could ask any questions.

The next instant, hurried footsteps approached, and a familiar voice rang out.

"What happened! Did I forget to turn off the stove?"

His wife coughed a few times, rushed into the kitchen, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Honey! What happened to you—"

"I..." The child slowly sat up with his mother's help and scratched his hair.

Are you cooking something?

"I...it seems to be me..."

But you can't cook!

"I just... thought that you must miss Dad's braised beef, so I thought I'd make it for you..."

"So, these past few nights you've been sneaking into the kitchen, is it for this?"

"I……"

"But it doesn't have to be in the middle of the night!"

"I just... wanted to give you a surprise..."

The mother finally stopped asking questions, but suddenly hugged her child tightly, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "My darling, you really scared Mommy to death... scared Mommy to death..."

"Mother……"

The child nestled in her arms, his voice soft, "I think... I feel like this is how I can see my dad."

"See Dad?"

"Hmm, I think I see... Dad coming out of this door."

He raised his hand and pointed directly at the door.

But at this moment, only a blurry trace of the door remained.

Behind the door, Old Mu stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.

Just as the door was about to disappear completely, the father and son peered through the blurry crack and finally met each other's eyes.

"Daddy's there!" the child exclaimed excitedly. "Mommy, look!"

"Where? That's a wall..."

"You're talking nonsense, your father is working out of town..."

The door in front of them vanished completely, and the last words faintly drifted over, eventually fading into inaudibility.

Old Mu knelt down on the ground.

He reached out and tremblingly touched the tightly sealed wall in front of him, the forty-year-old man now sobbing uncontrollably.

Liu Sheng stood silently beside him, without disturbing him.

After a while, Old Mu slowly got up, wiped his face which had aged prematurely due to excessive sun exposure from his excavation work, and forced an embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry, young lady..."

"It's okay, I understand."

Liu Sheng preemptively stopped him from speaking.

Old Mu scratched his head sheepishly, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and carefully took the seashell out of his pocket.

"Oh, right, this is for you..."

"Um... I might have exaggerated the rate of pearl growth a little bit..."

"It's ok."

Liu Sheng took the seashell.

She already knew the real cultivation method through analysis, so she didn't pay much attention to what Lao Mu said.

He then said, "However, I would like to ask you for a favor."

"what?"

Old Mu was jolted awake, snapping out of his grief.