Time Traveler Help Hotline

After the puppet show ended, the atmosphere in the program room returned to normal, and it aired for half a month.

You Tianding successfully extradited all the survivors on the list without any major incidents. Ji Mo would occasionally go on field missions, but without any surprises or joys, and never encountered any situations related to the Void Erosion again.

Because of the special reception conditions of the program and the lack of a program name, when people privately discuss the program, the conventional name is not "Time Travel Radio," but rather "Dangerous Radio."

When I first heard of Jiuchonglou, I thought the common abbreviation was incredibly unimaginative.

"At least call it 'Time Traveler Killer,' it would be more memorable, right? I should have designed the program name like that from the beginning." Jiu Chonglou rolled his eyes, not knowing who he was showing them to: "'Dangerous Radio' doesn't sound dangerous at all, it feels like it's on par with late-night female anchors flirting with each other."

Ji Mo felt that if they had chosen one of these two names from the beginning, the frequency of calls to the program's hotline would probably have been even more dismal.

None of these things sound like good stuff. Don't keep provoking the transmigrator's sensitive and tense nerves.

Perhaps due to the program's growing reputation and the understanding of its audience's viewing patterns, those seeking help in the past two weeks have all been deliberately creating danger to gain access to the program.

The first person to call for help was a child, who was out of breath on the phone, with the roar of wild animals behind him.

Without time to ponder how the child could watch/listen to the content playing on the device while being chased by wild beasts, Ji Mo immediately set off.

Upon landing, they saw the person seeking help, who looked like Hercules reincarnated, strangled a three-meter-tall leopard with one hand, appearing as a child of about seven years old.

"Phew, the call went through. The people from the show should be here by now, right?" The child tossed the giant leopard aside like it was trash, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his expression was anything but dangerous.

Ji Mo: "..."

If it weren't for the child's mutterings, Ji Mo would have suspected that the child's ability was soul swapping. The giant leopard and the child's souls had just been swapped, and he was already too late.

Ji Mo arrived silently and kept his aura contained, choosing to remain silent, which startled the child when he turned around.

"Wow! Who are you?"

After a brief moment of shock, the child assumed a standard fighting stance, ready to attack or retreat at will.

In terms of combat awareness, he is far superior to Chen Zhuzhu.

During the program, Chen Zhuzhu's nose itched. She quietly pressed the loop playback switch button, rubbed her nose, and muttered to herself who was talking about her.

Meanwhile, Ji Mo, though sensing something was definitely amiss, still introduced herself as part of the procedure: "The rescue team from the program, are you the one who just asked us for help?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the child's expression changed drastically, and he lunged at you with a mournful cry.

"You've finally arrived!"

Ji Mo instinctively dodged, then looked awkwardly at the child who had leaped and created a ditch nearly two meters long: "Sorry, it's just a habit."

This child was raised to be rough in both body and mind. His face was so rough, but when he got up, he wiped his face with his arms and acted like nothing had happened. He continued to have tears in his eyes, but he didn't dare to pounce again.

Ji Mo used his ring skill to cast a healing spell, and only after seeing that the child's complexion had become rosier did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"So, are you coming back with me?"

"Yes! No, I'll be taken out too if I go back!"

Before the child could explain why, Ji Mo sensed someone approaching and pulled him close, protecting him within his protective range.

"Shhh."

After a moment of silence, a figure parted the branches and slowly walked out.

It was a woman, dressed like a hunter.

Clearly, the other party hadn't expected Ji Mo to be there either. Their surprised gaze swept back and forth between the child and Ji Mo, finally calling out to the child, "Xiao Yan?"

The moment Xiao Yan saw the woman, her body stiffened, and she hid half of her face behind Ji Mo.

Upon hearing the woman call her name, Xiao Yan turned her head away, her lips pressed tightly together, looking extremely unwilling.

Someone I know? Ji Mo's sense of unease grew stronger, so she simply asked, "What's your relationship?"

"I am his mother." Yan's mother frowned. Her intuition told her that it was best not to try to attack the man in front of her.

Ji Mo looked down at Xiao Yan.

With both eyes on her, Xiao Yan felt she was in trouble. She wanted to deny it, but was afraid that Ji Mo would actually fight with his mother to protect her, so she had no choice but to admit it.

"……mom."

Ji Mo was confused. "A mother and son teaming up to travel through time?"

"What time travel? So who exactly are you? Why did you suddenly appear next to my son? We clearly cleared out all the dangerous creatures in the vicinity beforehand and also set up a barrier."

Ji Mo briefly explained his identity and purpose.

"Never heard of him." Mother Yan immediately denied it, but this confirmed that Ji Mo was someone her son had provoked. She frowned and asked, "Xiao Yan, what have you done?"

Xiao Yan, feeling pressured by the gazes of both sides, had nowhere to escape. Realizing she could no longer hide, she knelt down with a thud, clung tightly to Ji Mo's leg with her little hands, and looked up, bursting into loud sobs.

"Big brother, help me! My parents are wolves in sheep's clothing! Other kids can play after school and during holidays, but I'm dragged to this awful place for special training every day! I'm either fighting with tigers or being chased by leopards! I'm only seven years old! All I want is to watch cartoons, eat potato chips and watch TV like a normal kid, why do I have to fight these things every day?! Waaaaah..."

He cried so earnestly that his snot and tears smeared all over Ji Mo's pants.

"The police didn't care about my parents either, I had no other choice but to call the TV program!"

Yan's mother gave a forced smile, feeling that she hadn't been hitting her child hard enough.

Ji Mo: "..."

He had no expectations about taking Xiaoyan back to the Mortal Realm, but with a last shred of tenderness, he asked on Xiaoyan's behalf, "May I ask why you're in such a hurry to put the child through extraordinary training?"

Although Xiao Yan is only seven years old, his extraordinary level is almost at the fourth rank, which shows that his training intensity is exceptionally high.

"...We are the generation that immigrated to the Mortal Realm."

Ji Mo let out a sound of surprise.

"Don't misunderstand, his father and I are both high-level superhumans. We moved here more than three hundred years ago. Before that, our hometown was long gone. We've been working as mercenaries, making money all over the place, and we've never had a place to settle down."

"We had this child late in life, so we doted on him. We originally planned to let him live an ordinary but safe life, just like other children in the mortal realm. As for cultivation... we'll talk about it when he comes of age."

She continued, "But this child was frail and sickly from a young age, and no medicine seemed to work. Once, he had a high fever that wouldn't go down, and he almost... Haha, that's when we remembered why we had worked so hard to become stronger back then."

"The best medicine to cure the world's diseases is extraordinary power."