I deliver food in a bizarre world

Chen Mo made him the administrator of all fan groups and asked him to help create a recruitment page for GG.

Initially, we mainly need to recruit a few intelligence agents and a few skilled fighters. Most importantly, they need to be bold and have a long-term residence in Jinghai City.

Regarding the compensation, Chen Mo only mentioned that meals and accommodation would be provided, but those who know him well know that once Brother Mo takes a liking to someone, money is not an issue.

Mo Ge has never been stingy!

After dealing with this matter, Chen Mo glanced at the time and saw that it was already 9:55. He immediately called to the audience in the live broadcast room, climbed downstairs, and headed to Yongle Theater.

Chen Mo took out a high-powered flashlight from the side pocket of his backpack, adjusted the camera, and then pushed open the door.

Chen Mo stepped forward, carefully avoiding the scattered debris on the ground, and walked towards the audience seats.

The sneakers made a soft thud as they stepped on the dusty floor.

As he walked to the center of the audience, something unexpected happened.

Above the stage, several old-fashioned chandeliers, long covered in dust, flickered a few times without warning, emitting a dim yellow light that briefly illuminated the dilapidated stage before quickly going out.

Chen Mo immediately bent over, lowered his center of gravity, and pressed his right hand on the hilt of the knife on his backpack.

"Something around us has woken up!" Xiao Jing's voice rang in his mind, and Chen Mo's brows furrowed involuntarily.

"What does 'awakened' mean?"

Xiao Jing said helplessly, "I don't know how to interpret the literal meaning."

Chen Mo asked, "So, those lights and sounds just now were meant to intimidate us?"

"No, that's an instinctive reaction. The dormant consciousness is stirred by the presence of a stranger; it's just an unconscious leakage of energy."

"I understand." He became secretly wary.

His task was to find a costume before the performance ended, and he had six hours to do so.

The low, dark doorway leading backstage led us to the backstage area.

Because of the partial collapse, Chen Mo, who is 185 cm tall, could not possibly get in if he walked with his back straight.

It was unlikely that a fight would take place here, so he crouched down and ducked inside.

The back-end is more cluttered than the front-end.

The place was piled high with clutter: broken tables and chairs, overturned clothes racks, and all sorts of unidentified props scattered all over the place. In the most conspicuous spot was a large drum.

Several dressing mirrors stood against the wall, their surfaces either shattered into spiderwebs or covered in thick dust, obscuring any reflection.

Upon seeing the mirror, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief. With the mirror, his strength could double!

The mirror's affinity level is ridiculously high, and this is no joke!

Chen Mo swept his gaze across the area, where the grayish-white yin energy was even denser, like countless tentacles slowly dancing in the air.

He noticed that all the surging yin energy in the room was pointing towards the depths of the room, with the target being several old, large wooden crates.

He carefully avoided the obstacles on the ground and walked towards the boxes.

The box has a rustic design and is secured with an old-fashioned brass lock covered in green rust.

"Tianyi, can you sense what's inside the box?"

"It looks like a costume, but I feel something's off about it. You should be careful," Zhao Tianyi warned.

"clear."

Chen Mo squatted down to examine the rusty lock. The lock was very sturdy, and forcibly breaking it would make a lot of noise.

After thinking for a moment, he set his phone aside and took out a thin, long iron skewer from his toolbox...

A few seconds later, with a soft click, the lock popped open.

"Brother Mo, you have this trick up your sleeve?" Zhao Tianyi was astonished.

"Just kidding, what can't I do?" Chen Mo said with a hint of smugness.

However, he was quite surprised that the lock could still work despite the outside being so rusty!

The quality of things from the past was really good!

After deftly removing the lock, Chen Mo slowly lifted the lid of the box.

Inside the box was a yellowish soft cloth, on which a set of light green theatrical costumes was neatly folded. The colors appeared particularly bright in the dim light, as if they had just been made.

On the costume was a kingfisher feather headdress, the pearls and jade faintly reflecting the dust.

However, the moment the box lid was fully opened, the costume suddenly moved without wind, as if the sleeves were lifted by an invisible hand, and a chilling aura rushed out.

A plaintive, melodious female voice hummed, seemingly weeping, without warning, echoing from the cramped backstage area.

The ethereal voice entered Chen Mo's mind, causing him to feel a momentary daze. The scene before him was slightly distorted, as if he had fallen into some kind of illusion.

Just then, the Qingxin Jade Pendant on his chest suddenly became scalding hot, and a cool current rushed straight to the top of his head.

Chen Mo suddenly came to his senses, and with a thought, the illusion was automatically dispelled.

Almost simultaneously, Xiao Jing's warning exploded in his mind: "It's looking for a substitute!"

Chen Mo reacted extremely quickly, slamming the lid shut with a swift and decisive motion, without any hesitation.

With a "bang," the humming stopped abruptly, and the chilling aura was also shut out.

Chen Mo quickly tore off a small piece of spirit bamboo paper from his bag, his fingers flying across the paper as he folded a simple seal. His fingertips carried a trace of spiritual energy as he pressed it firmly onto the lid of the box.

The paper talisman glowed slightly before disappearing, and the faint commotion emanating from inside the box was forcibly suppressed.

[Holy crap! What was that noise? It startled me!]

[Mo Ge's reaction time is too fast! That hand speed is no wonder he's single!]

[Huh? So Mo doesn't have a girlfriend! [shy.jpg]]

[Who said there aren't any? There are two more! Aren't the little left and the little right ones both?]

Go away!

Wiping away his cold sweat, Chen Mo plopped down on the ground, his face looking rather pale.

Damn it, they even set a trap! I almost fell for it!

"Can you still feel anything?" Chen Mo asked Zhao Tianyi in his mind.

"No, I can't feel it anymore, the atmosphere here is too chaotic," Zhao Tianyi said helplessly.

Chen Mo carefully searched the room and, in the far corner, he caught a glimpse of red light.

There, several broken tables and chairs were piled up, along with a pile of tattered set pieces, almost completely submerged in clutter.

"This location..." Chen Mo noticed that it should be the location of the martial arts team.

He started moving the broken tables, chairs, and scenery that were blocking his way.

Dust settled, revealing a somewhat dilapidated ordinary wooden box, without any latches, just slightly ajar.

Chen Mo reached out and gently opened the box lid.

Inside was a bright red martial arts costume, its color slightly darkened with age, but its former vibrancy was still evident.

The flag is slightly crooked, and the metal plates on the fish scale armor have lost their luster, but overall it is well preserved and quite exquisite.

That pure, restrained red aura emanated from it.

When Chen Mo's hand touched the cool satin, a sigh, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted, rang directly in his ears.

Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine when his phone vibrated.

Without even looking, he instantly recognized the costume in his hand as his target!

This is it! Item in hand!