Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

[Reincarnator ID: HD-23758]

It was neither cold nor trembling.

When Russell opened his eyes, he was greeted by warm, orange light, a soft sofa behind him, and a gentle evening breeze outside the window—a surprisingly comfortable and pleasant experience.

Ok……

I think I didn't come to the wrong world, did I?
"Haha, here comes the chicken soup!"

Russell was having doubts when the door was opened from the outside, and two men and a woman filed in through the window, all of them newcomers who had entered the Main God Space in the same batch as Russell, the Reincarnator.

"Hey, Brother Luo's awake! Come on over for dinner."

From Russell's memories as a reincarnator, Russell learned that the man speaking before him was named Zhuang Sheng.

His thick glasses, round belly, and ever-present cell phone all indicate that he is a typical couch potato.

"What about the others?" Russell asked.

“They all left with Ma Tao,” Zhuang Sheng replied. “Ma Tao said he had a way to lift the curse on them.”

"And what about you? Why didn't you come along?" Russell was even more puzzled.

Ma Tao's role is exactly the same as Zhang Jie's; both are mentors to newcomers. According to his previous self-introduction, he has experienced the worlds of "The Curse" and "The First Commandment." If he says he has a way to break the curse, then there should be no problem with that.

"That idiot insisted on making us sign a loan agreement, asking us to share half of our reward points from the next three worlds with him. I'll go to hell with him, that bastard doesn't even deserve it. If I could beat him, I would have shoved his head up my ass."

The bald, hot-tempered man, named Xing Lin, was a professional fighter. At that moment, he was dissecting a roast duck with a knife while answering Russell's questions.

Russell raised an eyebrow: "So?"

"So, we've chosen to go our separate ways. Those who are willing to sign the contract can go with him, and those who are unwilling to be his slaves can stay. Life and death are in the hands of fate. As for you, Brother Luo, you were sleeping too soundly just now and automatically joined our group."

This is Tu Shuyao, the only female character in the current team. In reality, she is a tattoo artist, which can be seen from her exposed back.

"Oh, let's not talk about them anymore. Let's eat first. The plot might start tonight. We don't want to end up not getting a full meal and dying with a full stomach." Zhuang Sheng urged everyone to sit down, skillfully distributed the bowls and chopsticks, took a sip of chicken soup, and then said with a smile, "I've been craving this for a while now. I must say, chicken soup from the 90s is definitely more fragrant than chicken soup from 20 years ago."

"It's hard not to agree." Xing Lin quickly followed up with a thumbs up: "And these vegetables are absolutely all-natural."

Compared to the plump and robust man, Tu Shuyao, the tattooed woman, ate with much more refined manners. However, whether it was the newspaper she was holding or the coffee on the table, one could sense her contentment and tranquility.

But is that right?

Aren't you all supposed to be dying? How come you're all so calm?
No problem, they're all ordinary people. Only Xing Lin is a fighter with a lot of energy, but he's still within the realm of ordinary people.

It's safe to say that these three would be utterly helpless against a monster like Chu Renmei; they would have no chance to fight back whatsoever.

"Uh, aren't you afraid of dying?" Russell weakly raised his hand, the scene making him wonder if he was perceiving something wrong.

"You mean this?" Zhuang Sheng burped and chuckled. "Who isn't afraid of death? But haven't we already died before? This life of ours was a lucky break. It's best if we live, but if we die, so be it."

“That’s exactly what Fatty is saying.” Xing Lin nodded. “Besides, that bastard said the God Space is very dangerous. We might get wiped out in any dungeon. There’s no need to be his slave for an uncertain future.”

Although Tu Shuyao didn't say anything, her body language showed that she shared the same attitude as the other two.

Russell's lips twitched; what a leading mental state...

"Wait a minute, I remember that only those with unfulfilled wishes in life have the chance to enter the God's Space after death, right? My brothers and sisters are so open-minded, they wouldn't end up in this godforsaken place."

"Speaking of this makes me so angry!" Zhuang Sheng suddenly clutched his heart and cried out in anguish, "I painstakingly saved up two hundred draws! Damn it! Damn it! My divine child! My Mirror Stream! The dowry was all prepared! I'm so angry!"

Oh? You're a rice lover too.

Unfortunately, knowing yourself well, the wife you've been longing for might very well end up being pinned down and violated by me someday.

"Is there such a saying?" Tu Shuyao looked at Russell strangely, then thought for a moment, biting her finger and said uncertainly, "I think I was thinking about something before I died suddenly... Oh! I remember now, I didn't feed my cat, but it's not a big deal, my brother likes cats too."

"If that's the case, then my last wish is that I couldn't properly celebrate my wife's birthday with her." Xing Lin also sighed: "I died so suddenly, I don't know if she can come to her senses. I hope those two gigolos she kept outside can be of some use and not make her so sad."

"Hmm. Hmm?" x3
As soon as he said that, all three people present focused their attention on Brother Xing Lin.

"No, bro?" Zhuang Sheng scratched his head. To be honest, this question was a bit of a brain fart, and his brain wasn't quite processing it. "What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?" Xing Lin rubbed his shiny bald head, feeling a little strange under the three men's gazes.

"Your sister-in-law is keeping a gigolo, don't you have any objections, brother?" Tu Shuyao said that although she smokes, drinks, and has tattoos, she is still a good girl and can't quite understand how rich people interact.

"What's the big deal? They can each do their own thing and not bring it home." Xing Lin waved his hand, indicating that the couple had had a tough journey together, spending little time together and always needing emotional and psychological comfort.

"Brother! What a character! I'll toast you." Russell clapped his hands, raised his glass, and gestured. The older brother quickly stood up and clinked glasses with Russell, saying, "No, no, no."

In about half an hour, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill.

Without saying a word, Brother Xing Lin quickly cleaned up the dishes and put them away in the cupboard, showing that he is a good family man.

After cleaning up the kitchen, everyone spontaneously gathered in the living room, sat down, and turned on the TV.

After all, not being afraid of death doesn't mean not being afraid of death, and no one should laugh at anyone else.

The TV is currently showing Louis Koo's version of The Return of the Condor Heroes. Although everyone here can recite the plot by heart, they are all incredibly focused on watching it.

When the commercial break started, Zhuang Sheng and Xing Lin went to the restroom together to relieve themselves, while Tu Shuyao yawned and leaned back on the sofa to doze off.

Just then, a figure in a dark blue robe appeared behind Tu Shuyao and was about to possess her body in front of Russell.

Russell tilted his head. "Wait, are all women this brave these days?"
Although he intentionally suppressed his cultivation level, the spiritual light emanating from his body was undeniable. Could this woman not see it at all...? Oh, right, she really couldn't see it.

Just as a poor person can't recognize a well-known brand, Lao Chu's level of understanding is too low; looking at Russell is no different from looking at an ordinary person.

Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, you're just a country bumpkin, I won't stoop to your level.

Russell conjured a wisp of spiritual light, flicked his finger at Chu Renmei's location, and sent her flying back into his body in the mountain pool.

This mission is a survival mission. According to the requirements of the Main God Space, the mission will be completed if everyone stays for seven days.

Killing him would be better, but for Russell, the mission itself was irrelevant; what he valued was the God himself.

Russell is just disappointed that this isn't the Resident Evil world he loves, otherwise he could have racked up tons of reward points in this first dungeon.

A few minutes later, Zhuang Sheng and Xing Lin returned from the restroom. Judging from their expressions, Zhuang Sheng was clearly devastated.

"Oh, is Xiao Tu asleep?" Xing Lin glanced at Tu Shuyao, turned off the TV, and said to Luo Su, "Brother Luo, let's go to sleep tonight. If he's not dead, we'll go to Huangshan Village first thing tomorrow morning."

"Go to Huangshan Village? Isn't that a village full of ghosts? What would we do there?" Russell asked.

Zhuang Sheng pushed up his glasses, chuckled, and pulled a small note from his left pocket: "Look what my brother and I found in the toilet."

This is an advertisement with four large characters printed on it: "Guns and cannons for direct sale".

Yes! That fits Russell's stereotype of Hong Kong perfectly.

“Waiting to die like this isn’t a solution, so Xiao Zhuang and I are thinking about whether we can strike first.” Xing Lin rubbed his hands together, exuding the confidence of someone preparing for a major operation: “I don’t believe that no matter how powerful this ghost is, it can withstand explosives.”

Xing Lin's plan was very simple.

After buying the explosives, they threw them all into Huangshan Village. If the main god gives a reward point, it means the explosives are effective against ghosts, and Chu Renmei will have to hide them well. If they are useless, it doesn't matter, since they are just trying anything now.

"But where will the money come from?" Russell asked again.

"What a coincidence." The chubby guy chuckled again and pulled out a piece of paper from his right pocket. It was an advertisement from a gang recruiting fighters for underground boxing matches, something that Brother Xing Lin was a professional in.

Tu Shuyao woke up at this moment and roughly understood Xing Lin's idea. She then became worried: "What if my brother is affected during the competition?"

"Hey! Don't think like that! If you really get infected back then, it's just bad luck for me. You'll have to figure it out yourselves."

Xing Lin, on the other hand, took it all in stride. He thumped his chest muscles and generously declared that as long as he was alive, he would definitely protect his little brothers and sisters.

Zhuang Sheng and Tu Shuyao cheered him on, giving their older brother plenty of emotional support.

Having witnessed all this, Russell's lips curled up slightly. To be honest, these teammates were unexpectedly interesting, and his life in the God Space in the near future probably wouldn't be as boring as he had imagined.

(End of this chapter)