Chapter 1167: Sun Bumi's Sense of Smell

Yang Xiao hung up the phone.

Not far away, Lu Xun and Su Zhiwei were still trying to intimidate the university student with various methods. But no matter how menacing they appeared, the student wouldn't budge, seemingly resigned to their fate.

"...Alright, stop bothering him," Yang Xiao said, walking forward.

Lu Xun wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What did Director Chen say?"

"He's already left for Wushan and told us to meet him there."

"Wushan..."

A strange look flickered in Lu Xun's eyes when he heard the name.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. My mother was from Wushan, and I spent some time there as a child, so it's half my hometown." Lu Xun sighed deeply. "After my mother fell ill and passed away, I thought I'd never go back in this lifetime, but I didn't expect..."

"So this trip to Wushan is like revisiting old grounds..." Su Zhiwei smiled.

"Director Chen isn't here, so it seems we can only rely on Director Lu."

"What about him?" Yang Xiao asked, looking at the university student who was feigning unconsciousness.

"We can't get any information out of him, and taking him with us would be troublesome. If we tie him up and take him on the high-speed train, they might mistake us for human traffickers," Lu Xun waved his hand.

"Knock him out, tie him to a tree, and leave him to fate."

Zhou Liang, who was feigning unconsciousness, slightly opened his eyelids when he heard this.

He saw Su Zhiwei approach expressionlessly, cracking her knuckles and clenching her fist with a cold face... The next second, a whistling fist rapidly grew larger in front of his eyes!

*Thud*—

Zhou Liang's vision suddenly went black.

The train sped out of the dark tunnel.

The shadowy darkness quickly receded, and lush green mountain scenery was reflected on the large, bright train window. In the glass's reflection, a figure wearing a red earring calmly looked out.

Across from him, Sun Bumian, dressed in a Tang suit, yawned languidly.

"...Aren't you tired of always having such a serious expression?"

Chen Ling paused, then turned to look at him.

"Do I?"

"Of course you do. Your face is grim all day, as if you're burdened by deep sorrow and hatred. Anyone who didn't know you would think the world was about to end." Sun Bumian crossed his legs, his small, round sunglasses clearly reflecting Chen Ling's face as he gave a cynical smile.

"The most important thing in life is to have a natural mindset. Whether it's good fortune or bad, just go with the flow... If you look gloomy every day, good luck won't come your way."

"Since you've paid me so much gold, I'll share a little bit of happiness with you."

Sun Bumian snapped his fingers at the passing dining car attendant, speaking naturally and elegantly:

"Madam, two portions of double-skin milk pudding, please. Thank you."

The attendant glanced at him. "We don't have double-skin milk pudding. Do you want cucumber-flavored potato chips?"

"..." The smile vanished from Sun Bumian's lips. "...Yes."

"Ten yuan a bucket. WeChat pay."

Sun Bumian fumbled around for a long time, only pulling out a few dollars and a credit card, his expression visibly awkward. "Do you... accept US dollars here?"

"No."

Sun Bumian could only look at Chen Ling expectantly.

"...Scanned." Chen Ling scanned the code expressionlessly, then handed the potato chips to Sun Bumian. "Ten yuan of happiness, deducted from your gold."

Without the double-skin milk pudding, Sun Bumian was clearly a little disappointed, but he quickly cast the negative emotion aside and happily began to enjoy the potato chips, embodying the phrase "go with the flow" to the fullest.

"Are you really not going to have any?" Sun Bumian asked, munching loudly as he placed the bucket of chips between them.

"You eat first. I'll take a nap."

"Oh."

Sun Bumian put another chip in his mouth, but before he could even chew it twice, Chen Ling across from him suddenly opened his eyes. They were bloodshot, and he looked visibly exhausted.

"Wait... I thought you were just taking a nap? Why do you look like you've been flayed?" Sun Bumian was shocked by Chen Ling's instant transformation.

"It's nothing. Just tired from staying up all night reading."

Chen Ling rubbed his temples; his mind was still crammed with a massive amount of knowledge, making his head feel swollen.

Just a moment ago, Chen Ling had returned to the Integration Faction and completed a month of study. Perhaps his previous score of 49 had motivated him, as he had studied incredibly hard this month, feeling like he was back in his final year of high school.

It proved that even with the physical constitution of a world-ending calamity, one would still feel fatigued after intense mental study.

Sun Bumian didn't understand Chen Ling's inexplicable "sleep talk" and simply continued to silently pop potato chips into his mouth.

Chen Ling looked at everything before him and suddenly felt a strange sense of disconnect... Not long ago, he had been in a post-catastrophe era, sparring with Sun Bumian in the Gray Realm. The next second, he was back in modern times, sitting with Sun Bumian, who was eating Lay's chips and playing with US dollars...

This young figure in the Tang suit was like an anchor settled deep in the annals of time. No matter how the eras rushed forward, he quietly remained, from ancient times to the present.

"...Why are you staring at me again?" Sun Bumian noticed Chen Ling's gaze, his expression extremely strange.

"...Nothing," Chen Ling deflected. "How much longer until we arrive?"

"It should be soon, maybe just over half an hour." Sun Bumian checked the time. "Don't worry, I've arranged everything. There will be a private car waiting for us once we exit the station, taking us directly to Wushan."

"You're that rich?"

"I'm not rich. All my travel arrangements back from America were covered by the organizers."

The organizers... Bureau 749?

Just as Chen Ling was about to ask more, Sun Bumian's hand, holding the potato chips, paused slightly.

He suddenly sat upright, put down the chips, and rapidly sniffed the air in the carriage, as if searching for something...

Seeing this, Chen Ling asked in surprise:

"What, do you have a dog's nose too?"

"? You're the dog."

Sun Bumian rolled his eyes at him, sniffed carefully from side to side, and then the pupils behind his small round sunglasses suddenly lit up. "No mistake, it's faint, but it's really there..."

"What is it??"

"The smell of '囍'!"

Sun Bumian stopped eating his chips, and, like someone who had discovered treasure, excitedly burrowed towards the back of the train car.

Although Chen Ling was confused, he followed closely.

Passing through carriage after carriage, Sun Bumian's gaze finally landed on the aisle of the last carriage.

At the connection point between two carriages, several high school-aged boys were squatting on the floor, clutching their standing tickets. They wore ill-fitting, cheap suits and shiny black leather shoes that were clearly not their size, their gleaming surfaces shimmering in the sunlight filtering through the train's round windows.

"Just a little longer! Bro Pao! We're almost there!"

"That's right, Bro Pao! I've already made arrangements. I have a friend who runs a wedding planning company here, and he agreed to do it for a tenth of the price. The wedding procession should be waiting at the station entrance now. As soon as we arrive, we'll head straight for Wushan Town!"