As soon as Su Mo walked into the shop, everyone drinking there looked at him and laughed. Some called out, "Su Mo, did you sneak off to kill mutated zombies again?" He didn't answer. Instead, he said to the shopkeeper, "One bottle of water, two packs of instant noodles, and three bags of spicy strips." Then he laid out nine zombie crystals. They deliberately shouted even louder, "You summoned more beauties again!" Su Mo's eyes widened. "How can you just make up accusations like that..."
"What do you mean, make up accusations? I saw you getting chased all over the place by a bunch of anime girls the day before yesterday!"
Su Mo's face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he argued, "It was a tactical retreat... That doesn't count as running away... I was just using Windtrace. How can you call that fleeing?"
Then came a string of hard-to-understand words, things like "Primogem summons" and "harem on fire," which sent everyone into laughter. The shop, inside and out, was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
