The signboard of the Abyssal Rift amusement park hung crookedly. Half of its neon tubes glowed with the character for "Joy," while the other half flickered with the character for "Mortuary," looking precisely like the First Generation Patriarch's handiwork after a heavy bender. Chen Mo's straw sandals had barely touched the strawberry carpet at the entrance when the ground suddenly sank three inches, spewing a cloud of pink smoke smelling faintly of fermented bean curd. A Husky bounded excitedly into the fog, its fur instantly dyeing a fluorescent pink that made it look from a distance like a running strawberry-flavored snack.
"Watch out for the landmines!" Nangong Lie slurred, pointing a drunken finger at a protruding mound of earth. Before his voice even faded, Li Wuhen's Sword Qi sheared it flat—three hundred packets of pickled pepper chicken feet burst through the soil, their packaging stamped with a warning from the First Generation Patriarch: "Those who steal a bite shall be wept over by spice for three hundred years!" Danwa rode astride the dog's back, reaching out a tiny hand toward a packet. The moment his fingertip brushed the wrapper, the entire amusement park suddenly blasted a suona version of "Nian Nu Jiao," startling the Fairy of Yaochi so badly that she dropped the Demon Lord's strawberry underwear right onto the Ferris wheel.
"Folks! The ultimate reveal of the First Generation Patriarch's social death legacy!" Chen Mo's Bronze Box automatically initiated a …
Chapter 49