Can Jiuluoyu Also Work As Customer Service In Wuxianliu? Chapter 15

The man in black was kicked flying, tracing an arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground. The impact was so severe that a few bones rolled out from inside his clothing.

He looked like a broken model, shattered and scattered across the floor.

Silence reigned.

The balloons gasped, staring dumbfounded at the unexpected visitor.

Zhang Yu shook his numb foot and withdrew his gaze, satisfied. Tong Guoqiang had an old soccer ball at home, which Zhang Yu occasionally borrowed to kick around for fun, so he had developed some skill.

Zhang Yu curiously looked around. He remembered washing up and going to bed, yet now he was in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by groups of human-faced balloons…

There was only one truth.

Zhang Yu’s eyes darkened. Without a doubt, he was dreaming!

And it seemed to be a nightmare.

Zhang Yu cautiously poked a balloon beside him. These balloons were too bizarre; each one had a human face, sending shivers down his spine.

Besides the balloons, there was a zombie-like thing in the dream, severely decayed. In many places, the rotting flesh could no longer cling to the white bones, leaving only sparse, sticky connections.

Zhang Yu already disliked these half-rotted zombies. Being suddenly confronted by one startled him, and he instinctively delivered a kick.

…

Zhang Yu didn’t feel like he used much force, but he still managed to kick the opponent into pieces.

If this were Reality, he would definitely be arrested and jailed.

Fortunately, this was a dream, where he could be lawless. Moreover, the opponent was just a zombie; human rights didn’t apply.

Zhang Yu clasped his hands behind his back and spun around a few times, smoothly completing his psychological preparation. Once he was certain he hadn’t broken any laws, he instantly relaxed.

“Ahem.” Zhang Yu gave a fake cough, pretending nothing happened, humming a tune while admiring the dreamscape: “La~ la~ la~ la~”

He had to admit, his imagination seemed incredibly rich. The balloons were densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see, yet the faces appearing on each one were different.

Not only that, the expressions on the human-faced balloons were incredibly vivid, all staring at Zhang Yu in shock. A few hadn’t even closed their mouths, just like real people.

The more Zhang Yu looked, the more alarming it became.

Could it be…

He had a minor talent for 3D modeling?!

Otherwise, how could he imagine so many different faces?

It seemed it was time to buy some online modeling courses. He needed to grasp literature, Customer Service, and modeling simultaneously. If he persisted, a monthly income of over 10,000 wouldn’t be a dream.

Zhang Yu secretly calculated his plan for expanding his income streams. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and an involuntary, fierce grin spread across his face.

The balloons hung motionless in the air, not daring to breathe, only communicating through subtle glances.

[Who is he?]

[He looks like Customer Service, I saw him in the Safe House.]

[Why is Customer Service in the Dungeon?]

[Holy crap, he was serious when he said he was warming up. He got into the game at light speed.]

[Wait, how is Customer Service this strong? Is this right?]

[Someone say something, I’m suffocating.]

[I don’t dare, his Aura is too strong…]

Tong Wei stood frozen, unable to utter a single word.

From their first meeting, Tong Wei felt that Zhang Yu was unusual, and the subsequent events confirmed that this person was no ordinary individual.

He was mentally prepared, but he still hadn’t expected Zhang Yu to be this powerful.

The man in black, whom so many Players in the Dungeon couldn’t handle even working together, was just kicked away by Zhang Yu, seemingly without effort.

What exactly was his background…

After a long period of stunned silence, Tong Wei finally snapped out of it. Just as he was about to speak, the man in black, who was sprawled on the ground, shakily climbed back up.

“Who are you?” The man in black clutched his nearly broken ribs and said sinisterly, “Don’t get in my way.”

Zhang Yu’s breath hitched.

The zombie could talk, and without an accent! He thought zombies only made “woo-woo-woo” or “oh-oh-oh” sounds.

“How am I getting in your way?” Zhang Yu asked, confused.

Zhang Yu genuinely didn’t understand, but to the man in black, it sounded like provocation. He clenched his fists tightly, causing a crisp sound from his knuckles. “One more of you doesn’t matter, and the shooting range can be restocked even if it’s opened. Don’t think you have a chance to escape. I’ll turn you into a balloon right now!”

As he spoke, the man in black activated his ability.

The man in black’s ability had a very high priority. Previously, he could instantly turn so many Players into balloons, destroying all means of resistance like a landslide.

With such an ability, the man in black was confident that he could remain invincible forever.

That kick just now was merely an accident caused by a sneak attack; it didn’t count.

The ability was activated, but the anticipated scene did not occur.

Zhang Yu stood there with his arms crossed, constantly looking around and casually scratching his head, showing no sense of danger.

“?”

The man in black was confused. Zhang Yu should have turned into a balloon by now. Why was he still acting like nothing happened?

This wasn’t right.

Did he make a mistake? The man in black tried again.

Zhang Yu was also puzzled, not understanding why the zombie kept staring at him and making gestures like he was performing a ritual. It was quite funny.

However, this was a dream, and nothing needed to make sense in a dream. Nothing strange could happen. Thinking this way, Zhang Yu stopped paying attention to the zombie’s actions. He began moving around flexibly, constantly testing the boundaries of the dream.

“Wow.” Zhang Yu grabbed the balloon Tong Wei. “You look just like one of my colleagues!”

Tong Wei: “…”

“Hehe, non-mainstream balloon.”

When Tong Wei was a Player, he had red hair, piercings, and face paint. Even as a balloon, his makeup and styling were preserved exactly as they were, making him stand out even among the human-faced balloons.

“How did you get in?” Tong Wei finally remembered how to speak.

“How should I know?” Zhang Yu was frustrated. He was uneducated to begin with, how could he know the mechanism of human dreaming?

Tong Wei was speechless, feeling like he wasn’t on the same wavelength as Zhang Yu. “Be careful, he’s very dangerous!”

Zhang Yu was dismissive. What danger could there be in a dream? “Who?”

“Wang Jing.”

“?”

“The person you just kicked flying.”

“That’s a zombie!” Zhang Yu emphasized. He had to maintain his legal integrity—kicking a zombie was clearly not a crime under any country’s law, but kicking a person was debatable.

“…” Tong Wei didn’t want to argue about irrelevant points and skipped ahead. “In short, he is very dangerous.”

Zhang Yu looked back at the zombie, who was standing still, doubting himself. He couldn’t see anything dangerous about the guy.

Disgusting, though, he certainly was.

If only he could disappear from his dream.

Zhang Yu was considering whether he could negotiate with the zombie to make him leave on his own. Before he could prepare his speech, a long pole suddenly sliced through the air and stabbed toward him at high speed!

Pfft—

The long pole was unstoppable, piercing Zhang Yu’s flesh in the blink of an eye.

Tong Wei: “!!!”

The balloons: “!!!”

Zhang Yu staggered a few steps.

“Overconfident.” The man in black stared intently at Zhang Yu, only letting out a breath after confirming his long pole had struck its target.

He didn’t know why his ability had suddenly failed, which had momentarily stunned him. Fortunately, the opponent was too careless and completely unprepared for other attacks.

Regardless, as long as he could kill this bothersome stranger, the result was the same.

There wasn’t much time left in the shooting range; he needed to hurry up and harvest the balloons.

Thinking this, the man in black raised his hand, attempting to recall the long pole…

The long pole didn’t react at all.

The man in black’s eyelid twitched. He looked closely and saw Zhang Yu gripping the long pole with one hand, effortlessly pulling it out of his body, snapping it in half, and tossing it aside. The broken pole on the ground looked no different from a snapped branch on a mountain path.

And Zhang Yu himself didn’t have a single drop of blood on him.

The man in black: “???”

“You’re okay?!” Tong Wei’s pupils constricted. He had clearly seen the long pole stab right through Zhang Yu.

He had long experienced the power of this high-level item and knew its destructive force. It was truly unimaginable that someone could be stabbed and remain completely unharmed.

Zhang Yu raised his chin and gave a dramatic snort. “A piece of cake.”

What a joke. Could someone get hurt in their own dream?

Although that sudden skewer had indeed startled him.

Tossing the skewer away, Zhang Yu turned his gaze to the man in black. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

He truly hated these rotting things and had long wanted to beat the opponent back into the dirt. But after working in the city for half a year, legal education was deeply ingrained. Even knowing he was dreaming and defining the opponent as a zombie, he still found it difficult to strike.

Aside from the initial instinctive kick, he had been trying his best to restrain himself.

But now, it was fine.

The zombie attacked first; his counterattack was clearly self-defense.

Heh heh.

The balloons huddled together, trembling as they watched Zhang Yu brutally beat the man in black.

The man in black, who had been arrogant and aggressive moments ago, was no different from a doll in Zhang Yu’s hands, completely unable to resist.

Estimating that the time was right, Zhang Yu grabbed the man in black’s head and softly said, “Scram.”

The man in black no longer cared about anything else, relieved. “I’ll scram, I’ll scram! I’m leaving right now!”

Zhang Yu was about to let go when Tong Wei quickly spoke up. “Wait.”

Zhang Yu: “?”

“You can’t let him go. He killed many Players. Our feud hasn’t been settled yet.”

Zhang Yu only half-understood, but the gist was that the balloons and the zombie still had unresolved grievances.

Though he didn’t understand what kind of feud a zombie and balloons could have.

“Here.” Zhang Yu generously tossed the zombie into the pile of balloons. “You guys handle it.”

“No…” The man in black screamed. Before he could utter the rest of his words, he was submerged by countless balloons.

Tong Wei didn’t join the fray. He stopped in front of Zhang Yu. “Thank you. If you hadn’t come, we would all have been finished today.”

Zhang Yu didn’t speak. His brows were tightly furrowed, staring in shock at the lifeless bodies scattered in the distance. He hadn’t noticed before that there were such things in his dream.

They couldn’t be dead people, could they? Zhang Yu was horrified. Why would he dream of these?

Noticing Zhang Yu’s thoughts, Tong Wei explained, “Those aren’t corpses. They are the balloons’ original bodies. Once we deal with Wang Jing, we can return.”

“Oh, oh.” Zhang Yu was still pondering why he was having such a bizarre dream.

“In any case, thank you,” Tong Wei said with utmost sincerity.

“No problem, no problem.”

Tong Wei’s emotions were complicated. He glanced at the Grim Reaper doll hanging from Zhang Yu’s waistband. Perhaps Zhang Yu had used this as a medium to enter the Dungeon.

The man in black was a dual-soul entity. One of his souls was sealed by Tong Wei in an item. After learning the opponent’s identity, Tong Wei had tried to activate the item to strangle the sealed soul.

This item was originally Tong Wei’s robe, but its core function failed, turning it into a doll, which Zhang Yu then took out of the Safe House as personal property.

Tong Wei had been desperate at the time, but he hadn’t expected this action to summon Zhang Yu.

Thanks to Zhang Yu, their group escaped disaster today. Otherwise, the guilt of initiating the ambush would have been too heavy for him to bear.

Tong Wei felt a pang in his nose and couldn’t help but continue muttering his thanks, saying “thank you” several times.

Zhang Yu felt pleased inside, but on the surface, he waved his hand, pretending to be nonchalant.

Author’s Note:

Today’s Little Zhang, the Customer Service representative, is law-abiding. √

Little Zhang has his own set of logic. √