I deliver food in a bizarre world

The red-clad demon transformed into countless red specks of light, which were then completely purified by the still-lingering golden aura and vanished without a trace!

The gloom in the sky was swept away, as if wiped away by an invisible hand.

The Ferris wheel has been restored to its original rusty appearance...

The afternoon sun shone down again, illuminating the land that had just experienced a horrific scene.

However, the area still retains the desolation left by the great battle.

In the park, a deathly silence lasted for several seconds.

Immediately, the overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal erupted like a tsunami; some embraced and wept, some were in disbelief, some cheered and jumped for joy, and some collapsed to the ground...

Chen Jingming slowly lowered his hand that was holding the Soul-Suppressing Bell. Fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and his face was somewhat pale.

Upon seeing this, Chen Mo couldn't help but frown.

Clearly, activating this bell was extremely taxing on him!

But what he didn't know was that the side effects of this thing were much greater than he realized!

Chen Jingming stood ramrod straight, calmly surveyed the scene, and after confirming that there were no problems, quickly instructed his team members on the tasks to be completed next.

"Groups clean up the residue, confirm the safety of personnel on site, and groups three and nine rescue the injured."

The team members looked at him with awe and immediately sprang into action.

Chen Mo stood still, motionless.

The portable camera on his chest recorded this breathtaking scene, especially the complete process of Chen Jingming holding the ancient bell and ringing it three times to purify the evil spirits.

The chat in the live stream was going completely crazy, refreshing so fast that the words were practically illegible.

What...what did I see?!

[A deity?! A true deity descended to earth?!]

[Just three rings, and it's all gone?! What on earth was that bell?!]

Who is this guy?! He's incredibly handsome! I want to have his babies!

[The authorities actually have this kind of person hiding inside?!]

Fortunately, Chen Mo couldn't see it, otherwise he would have been full of questions.

I treated you guys like friends, but you want to be my mom?

You're the monkey!

Chen Jingming seemed to have finished dealing with the urgent matter, and he turned his head slightly to look in the direction of the coffee shop.

His gaze was deep and complex, tinged with weariness, as it passed through the gradually calming crowd and landed on the young man at the restaurant entrance, a few dozen meters away.

Chen Mo met his gaze from afar, without flinching in the slightest.

Chen Xing also peeked out of the restaurant at some point. His face still showed fear, but even more so, shock and confusion.

Seeing his father suddenly appear and resolve the crisis in a way he couldn't comprehend was completely beyond his comprehension and understanding of the world.

He looked at Chen Jingming, then at Chen Mo, opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

The eyes of the father and his two sons briefly met in the air thick with lingering negative energy.

No words were spoken...

Chen Jingming gave his two sons a deep look.

That look contained so much—concern, but also helplessness.

Then he said nothing, did nothing, turned around without hesitation, stopped looking at them, and continued to direct his men to finish up.

Chen Mo watched his father disappear into the figures of those dark blue uniforms, his heart still pounding.

He glanced down at his phone screen.

The status of the temporary quest [Red-Clad Demon] has quietly changed to completed, and the reward settlement information is now displayed on the screen.

So shocked and overwhelmed was he that he didn't even notice his phone vibrating.

He won by default, but at this moment, he had no interest in checking the results.

His father's silhouette, the sound of the soul-suppressing bell, and that final, deep glance replayed repeatedly in his mind.

Chen Mo stood there, the sunlight shining on him, but he didn't feel much warmth...

The chaos at the park gradually subsided after officials arrived.

The piercing sirens had long since ceased, replaced by the sounds of rescue vehicles and medical teams arriving.

No one died, but many were injured, including those trampled and those who fainted from shock...

The loudspeaker began playing reassuring announcements on a loop, urging tourists to remain calm and leave in an orderly manner.

Staff in different uniforms were busy around the scene, cleaning up and reassuring the public.

The frightened tourists were evacuated in an orderly manner, and the injured were carried onto stretchers.

Online, under the trending search term "Star Dream Paradise Hundred Ghosts Outing," more and more pictures and videos are appearing, and the situation is escalating.

In just 20 minutes, this entry has already surpassed 100 million clicks.

Chen Mo gave a wry smile; this matter definitely couldn't be suppressed any longer.

Why did those wandering spirits and the red-clad demons, after they emerged, change the environment but not the signal...?

Technology...changes lives...and ghost lives!

Chen Mo had already turned off the portable camera on his chest and also turned off the live stream on his phone.

The last thing captured on the screen was the back of Chen Jingming, the father, as he turned and left, along with the barrage of comments that nearly crashed due to the sheer volume of messages.

He had no interest in reading the flood of comments and private messages because a young team member in a dark blue uniform with a serious expression walked over.

He and Chen Xing were invited to an office inside the park.

This place, which was originally the meeting room for the park's management, has now become a temporary command center.

The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside.

Chen Xing sat on the sofa, holding a bottle of mineral water in both hands. It was given to him by Chen Mo earlier and was unopened.

He had his head down, his fingers unconsciously picking at the plastic bottle, lost in thought.

The little yellow duck balloon on my wrist hung limply on the ground, covered in dust.

Chen Mo stood by the window, watching the scene outside being quickly brought under control.

Those figures in dark blue uniforms were highly efficient, and their professionalism was evident in both the equipment they used and the way they worked together.

Is this the national organization specifically tasked with dealing with this issue?

"How are you feeling?" Chen Mo sat down next to Chen Xing, putting one arm around Chen Xing's shoulder.

"Brother, I'm fine." Chen Xing shook his head.

He paused, looked up at Chen Mo, his eyes filled with confusion: "Dad, what were those people doing just now? How could he...?"

Chen Mo said, "Grandpa once told me that these things are like quagmire; once you know them, you can't get out, you can only sink deeper! So, do you still want to know the truth?"

Chen Xing nodded vigorously.

"Then you should ask him yourself. I don't know the specifics either, and he didn't tell me. His job is definitely not as simple as we think," Chen Mo said after thinking for a moment.

"However... Grandpa must have known."

"Those officials must be from a department that specializes in handling these kinds of...paranormal events."

Chen Xing's eyes widened: "Specializing in...paranormal events?"

"You can understand it that way." Chen Mo nodded. "Actually, those shadows you saw and the sounds you heard before were all real."

"Dad didn't tell you, but gave you the wooden plaque. He probably wanted to protect you and let you grow up like a normal person."

"I didn't let you tell me before because I couldn't see anything at all before..." Chen Mo said with a wry smile.

It's only been a few weeks since it awakened? Everywhere it goes, trouble follows; it's practically become Conan's human form...