Song Cheng finally experienced first-hand what Li Lin and Xu Jiali mentioned in their report about dealing with Yu Sheng—sometimes, things would happen that logically made sense but felt completely off.
It was as if he was caught in a strange dream where reality twisted oddly.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at his two subordinates, noticing Xu Jiali struggling to maintain a silent, tough-guy demeanor, while Li Lin seemed on the verge of cracking.
“Um, I want to confirm something,” after holding back for two or three seconds, Song Cheng broke the silence, “Are you saying that deliveries and takeout... are not able to reach your door, right?”
“Yeah, isn’t that easy to understand?”
Yu Sheng looked a bit puzzled by their reactions and instinctively scratched his head.
“You know how special my situation is. Not only can they not find a specific address, but without sufficient spiritual talent or proper preparations, ordinary people will unconsciously avoid even getting within a hundred meters of my house. It’s a lot more intense than those nodes you have back home—no one can come near. I have to give the address of a nearby supermarket just to get takeout, and for big online purchases, I need to figure out how to pick them up. It's really cumbersome.”
Song Cheng fell silent.
He recalled that they had just been discussing the "Twilight Angels"—how did they jump from “invaders from another world” to “no delivery within a hundred meters of my front door”? It was baffling how one sentence took him off-course.
But soon enough, he snapped back to reality.
