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At home, Ji Mo's gaze darted back and forth between the constantly scrolling chat interface and Jiu Chonglou's furrowed brows.

Only after typing the last word did Jiu Chonglou finally relax with a sigh of relief, sinking into the sofa and letting the phone roll out of his hand, just a step away from falling off the sofa.

"It's rare to see you get involved in something like this," Ji Mo said.

Normally, Jiu Chonglou would be more likely to make fun of the appearance of his blind date, or speculate on whether he encountered any stereotypical difficulties during the blind date.

More often, she would tag Ji Mo in the conversation and take the opportunity to tease him online.

Jiu Chonglou said with dissatisfaction, "If he doesn't say anything, nothing can be changed, and I can't be bothered to care. What I hate most in this life is people who clearly have the ability but don't try to change things, and instead push the problem onto the world."

It's just about hiding my superhuman identity and being pressured to get married. What's a little difficulty like that?

Let alone extraordinary individuals, don't ordinary people often face similar problems? And haven't they all managed to overcome them?

She faced far more difficult situations back then, but she never considered giving up. She reloaded her save countless times before finally managing to get to this passable state.

"Do you know that the look on your face right now is like saying, 'Whether You Tianding listened or not, you don't care. You've already vented your frustrations,'" Ji Mo said, rubbing his forehead.

It's not that she doesn't know how to think things through before acting, but she has to make a few sarcastic remarks about others before she feels comfortable, without worrying at all about "trouble coming from the mouth."

This is Jiuchonglou.

What if something goes wrong because of mocking someone?

Jiu Chonglou would only retort, "You're such a grown man, don't you know how to press Ctrl + Z?"

Ji Mo didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer, so he changed the subject: "Was the riot in the realm of rules also orchestrated by the urban realm?"

"At most, it can be considered adding fuel to the fire; the resistance forces had been accumulating strength for a long time."

They only recently learned about the human riots that had occurred in the world of rules.

Every few decades to a hundred years, a human uprising will break out in the world of rules.

In these kinds of incidents, a significant number of people often take the opportunity to break through the blockade and successfully escape the rules.

The first rebellion in the name of "riot" was of epoch-making historical significance; the second became a continuation of the spirit; and then the third, fourth...

It is unclear when exactly, but these periodic riots have evolved into a bloody festival to alleviate the conflict between the supernatural and humanity.

Both sides tacitly agree that riots will inevitably lead to bloodshed, but a small number of humans will always manage to escape the boundaries of the rules, and the supernatural will not cross boundaries to hunt them down.

After the riots subside, humanity must remain law-abiding for decades, and may even have to accept insidious and opportunistic tightening of control and the killing of the chickens as a warning to the monkeys.

This cycle repeated itself, becoming a series of sacrifices in the name of riots.

But this riot was different.

First of all, this riot occurred too close to the last one, less than ten years ago.

Although some jokingly refer to human riots in the world of rules as a unique form of holiday celebration, their entire cycle, from incubation and outbreak to reckoning and quelling, often lasts for several years.

In less than ten years, not even enough time for the locals to catch their breath, yet they are now so eager to provoke the bizarre?

Secondly, the scope and intensity of this riot were extremely unusual.

The reason why the supernatural forces have tolerated periodic human uprisings in the past is because the scope of the riots is limited and the population affected is also limited.

During this period, the Holy Ghost Cult will also temporarily restrain its "supernatural supremacy" propaganda, maintaining a tacit understanding of a subdued atmosphere influenced by the eerie.

But this time, cries of resistance rang out almost simultaneously from every corner of the rules, and the banners of the resistance army were eager to attract everyone's attention.

Even within the Holy Deception Cult, a place that consistently advocates absolute domination over humanity, a large number of traitors have emerged.

These traitors were mostly good students. The collective "degeneration" of these good students and the resistance army colluded to not only rescue many victims, but also to betray the Weird.

Many of the freaks are used to treating good students as subordinates, and they don't hide many things from them. They inadvertently reveal key hidden rules, which have now become the weapons that the resistance army uses to destroy its territory.

In an instant, countless monsters either died completely or were forced to abandon the territory they depended on for survival and become wandering monsters.

This is the point that outsiders find hardest to understand.

Anyone familiar with the operation of the Holy Evil Cult schools knows that their ability to consistently produce a large number of good students relies not only on ideological indoctrination, but also on a combination of unconventional methods such as cognitive manipulation and kinship coercion.

It's understandable for one or two students to suddenly realize their mistakes, but for an entire group of good students to turn against their cause at the same time, it's hard to believe that no one planned or assisted behind the scenes.

"The world of rules is in complete chaos right now. The little commotion we caused has become a trivial matter." Jiu Chonglou's tone was filled with indescribable frustration. "The Weirdos are busy suppressing the resistance."

The original plan to take action against the rule-making world has to be postponed. At least we need to figure out how many forces are involved and what their stances are.

"Any news from the ghost stories side?" Ji Mo's focus was different.

"Currently, it seems no one wants to take sides in the ghost stories, and we're still gathering more specific information." Jiu Chonglou shook his head.

In the ordinary world, there are plenty of ways to conduct cross-border communication.

However, the rules are different everywhere. Some rules make technology useless, while others prohibit transmission. Rules can also be superimposed in multiples, making it a very troublesome thing to collect information and find a foothold for communication with the outside world.

Furthermore, the communication between the Mortal Realm and the Rule Realm is limited, and the content of the communication is mostly one-sided military negotiations. Their intelligence network is far less powerful than that of the Urban Realm and the Wuhai Realm.

"However, Sanchuan also has its own special intelligence network, it's just a bit slow..." Jiu Chonglou suddenly changed his words halfway through his sentence, "lagging behind."

"Can information obtained after the matter is already over still be called information?" Although Ji Mo could roughly guess what Jiu Chonglou wanted to say, it didn't stop him from making sarcastic remarks.

"Don't worry about that, I'll definitely be able to remind you before the deadline."

"Like an announcement you suddenly felt like making?"

"right……"

Jiu Chonglou's eyes sharpened. He met Ji Mo's probing gaze, then looked away, coughing lightly as if to say, "What ulterior motive could a leader have for updating an announcement in the work group?"

"You'd better be."

As Ji Mo spoke, he glanced at her phone.

Just now, Jiu Chonglou glanced at his phone that suddenly rang, and showed a surprised expression, which led to the sudden increase in announcements.

Jiu Chonglou noticed his gaze, exclaimed, rubbed his arms, and made a big fuss: "You don't mean to check my phone, do you? Fine, you can check it, but you have to give me the phone first, that's fair."

After saying that, Jiu Chonglou waved his phone, which was off, at Ji Mo, raising an eyebrow: "Dare you? Hmph, you wouldn't dare~ Did you download some shady movies on your phone~ Or are you in contact with someone I don't know—"

"Can."

Jiu Chonglou's expression froze.

Before she could refuse, Ji Mo had already moved closer.

"Holy crap!"

Before Jiu Chonglou could finish speaking, her hand went empty as her phone was snatched away and replaced by Ji Mo's black phone.

"Damn it, old man Ji, you're forcing me to buy something! You have no sportsmanship!"

"You know the password, it hasn't been changed, it's my birthday."

After grabbing the phone, Ji Mo distanced himself, quickly entering his phone password as he spoke.

Although it was the first time he had gotten hold of Jiu Chonglou's phone, he already knew the password by heart.

For no other reason than that Jiu Chonglou simply enjoys repeating the above provocative behavior.

"Want to know my phone password? So what if I tell you? It's your birthday. What, you dare to take it?" That was a provocation from a long time ago, and coincidentally, Ji Mo has always been known for his outstanding memory.

Even though he had guessed the outcome, Ji Mo was still stunned for a few seconds when he actually opened his phone.

It really was his birthday.

"No? How did you know my password?!"

Jiu Chonglou's shock successfully made Ji Mo feel a little guilty, and then he quickly turned on the alarm clock and the memo.

In Jiu Chonglou's words, once things have been started, of course you have to see them through to the end; otherwise, wouldn't you suffer all the bad and not get any benefits?

Today's memo says...

"There are still two months until Ji Mo's birthday. Don't forget to look for inspiration for her birthday gift, or you won't have time to place an order!"

Ji Mo subconsciously read the words on the memo, her attention completely focused on her phone, unaware of the resentful figure behind her.

Jiu Chonglou suddenly slammed his arms down, gripping Ji Mo's neck, wishing he could give him a bridge, but he couldn't kick his lower body, so he could only hang there like a sloth.

"You're so polite and courteous to others, but you're always suspicious and sabotaging me, aren't you, you old geezer!"

After scratching for a long time without breaking the skin, Jiu Chonglou jumped off him and tried to kick him instead, but ended up kicking himself so hard that he was hopping on one leg. His eyes were almost bulging out of shape from the pain. He could only grab his phone back and grimaced, still trying to sound tough as usual: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential."

Ji Mo felt a sense of relief and decisively clasped his hands together in apology: "I was wrong."

"Just one sentence: 'I was wrong'?"

Ji Mo remained silent for a moment, recalling the classic lines that Jiu Chonglou often used when boasting, and hesitated for a moment: "...Shall I go and cook you a couple of dishes?"

Upon hearing this, Jiu Chonglou immediately perked up and began counting on his fingers: "Sweet and sour pork, braised prawns, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, Dongpo pork..."

She rattled off nine dishes, all well-known and famous, and then stared at Ji Mo.

"it is good."

Ji Mo glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, and actually turned and went out.

The door clicked shut, leaving Jiu Chonglou alone in the house.

"You really went to buy groceries?" Jiu Chonglou went to the balcony to check, and only after confirming that Ji Mo's figure had disappeared outside the community did he retreat back into the living room.

She sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, head propped up, and one hand on her phone, her fingertips swiping rapidly across the screen.

A hidden program with a simple yet encrypted interface popped up; this was her real memo.

She opened her memo from a certain day.

Don't forget to prepare a gift for Ji Mo.

[Call Xiaoyue back, let her meet Chen Zhuzhu before taking her to the Rules Realm, it will help establish contact with the resistance army.]

[You Tianding has gone missing; his whereabouts are suspected to be related to ghost stories.]

With Deng Tianming's help, Xia Yu gained abilities related to immortality.

Hope City is officially under lockdown. Some strange tales have remained in the Mortal Realm. Please be aware of the following strange tales...

【…】

Jiuchonglou glanced at the records, opened a new page of the memo, and wrote today as the date.

On August 19th, 1537 (according to the calendar), Old Man Ji, feeling guilty, cooked two dishes for me.

She thought for a moment, then added another sentence.

[Through brief physical contact, it can be confirmed that his physical attributes have reached the ninth level.]

After writing these words, Jiu Chonglou closed the mini-program, leaned back on the sofa, and stared blankly at the ceiling:

"Old man Ji is getting harder and harder to fool. He's so vigilant. I wonder how much longer I can keep this a secret..."