I deliver food in a bizarre world

"Brother Mo! It's an illusion! It's an illusion!" Zhao Tianyi's reminder exploded in Chen Mo's mind, bringing him back to his senses.

He bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain jolted him out of the hallucination, instantly bringing him back to his senses.

He saw a solid energy blast hurtling towards him from the side, and there was no way to avoid it!

In the nick of time, he only had time to avoid vital areas.

The impact slammed into his left shoulder, tearing his short sleeve and creating a gash.

"Hmm!"

Chen Mo groaned, staggering several steps to the side from the impact. Half of his body was numb and in excruciating pain.

Almost three seconds later, half of his short-sleeved shirt was stained red with blood.

He forced himself to keep the knife from slipping from his hand, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

[So much blood, is he really injured?!]

Damn, that looks painful!

Go for it, Mo Ge!

"Did you find it?!" Chen Mo roared in his mind, his breathing becoming heavy.

Even with the Pure Heart Jade Pendant, a high-grade mirror-like surface, and an intermediate-level spiritual eye, he was still affected by the illusion. One can imagine just how high the level of this illusion was!

"Found it! It's three feet to the left of the center of the stage! That wooden floor is very clean!" Zhao Tianyi immediately reported the precise location.

As Chen Mo dodged, his gaze instantly locked onto the seemingly normal wooden floor.

Without further hesitation, he poured all his remaining spiritual energy into the Tang sword in his hand.

The dark patterns on the blade seemed to come alive, gleaming with a barely perceptible dark light.

Ignoring the cold wind that came from behind, he pushed off with his feet, enduring the sharp pain in his shoulder, and charged towards the location Zhao Tianyi had indicated, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey!

As he approached the point, he gripped the knife with both hands, spun around, and used the momentum to concentrate all his strength into the tip of the blade, stabbing it fiercely into the wooden floorboard!

"Pfft—!"

A strange sound, like tearing thick leather or puncturing an air sac, rang out.

The knife tip sank into the floor, and a shriek mixed with pain, anger, and resentment came from under the stage, echoing throughout the entire theater!

"Holy crap!!!"

All the sounds vanished completely in an instant!

The blinding lights snapped off with a "snap," leaving only the beam of Chen Mo's flashlight flickering lonely in the theater.

The space trembled violently, as if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake, and Chen Mo felt the force that had imprisoned the space suddenly disappear.

He turned around abruptly and saw the porch leading to the backstage area reappear, with the night outside faintly visible.

Without hesitation, he drew his Tang sword, not even bothering to look at the pierced wound, rushed to the live-streaming phone, grabbed it, and sprinted towards the exit.

His steps were unsteady, but his speed was extremely fast.

The moment he rushed out of the theater, the dilapidated vermilion wooden door behind him slammed shut with a loud bang!

A long sigh, filled with endless resentment and regret, escaped from the crack in the door and eventually dissipated in the night wind.

Chen Mo ran all the way to the car before he could catch his breath.

Waves of pain shot through my shoulder; I could barely lift my left arm; and my back was soaked with cold sweat.

He glanced at the red theatrical costume tied to the backpack strap; it had reverted to its old, worn-out state, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with it.

My personal cell phone vibrated.

He took it out, and the screen displayed familiar blood-red text:

[Order: Lingering Costume (Completed)]

[Evaluation: Perilous situation (Settlement reward increased by 15%)]

Basic Reward: 800 Spirit Coins (with an additional 120), Special Reward: A Torn Theater Ticket

[Note: The reward has been credited to your account.]

A tattered theater ticket?

Chen Mo frowned.

I don't know if it's because I play too many games or read too many novels, but this thing sounds rather useless, more like a key...

After ending the live stream, he quickly treated his wound with iodine, put away his phone, and drove away.

Once home and locked the door, Chen Mo finally relaxed completely, overwhelmed by exhaustion.

He took off his coat and examined his shoulder. The cut was deep, the skin was torn open, and he would probably need to get a tetanus shot...

He found some medicated oil and rubbed his wound himself, wincing in pain.

"Damn it, we've lost big this time." He muttered, not only was he injured, but he also lost about three hundred spirit coins.

Zhao Tianyi floated out of the pot, still shaken: "Brother Mo, next time, let's avoid places like this if we can. They're too much of a hassle."

Xiao Jing's voice echoed in his mind: "The consciousness inside the costume has gone into hibernation. I cannot completely eliminate its existence; that's not my forte. Be careful; it could retaliate at any time. I can only temporarily stop it once, and that will inevitably expose my presence."

"Understood." Chen Mo nodded and took out his phone to check.

The balance of the spirit money has become 5220.

His gaze fell on the newly appeared [Torn Theater Ticket] in his inventory.

It was a very old-fashioned paper theater ticket, yellowed in color, with worn edges, the seat number illegible, and the date long since forgotten.

Only the front is visible, with the words "Yongle Theater" written in blurry ink.

"What's the use of this thing?"

He muttered something under his breath, but no one answered him.

After putting it away, he glanced at the red opera costume stored in the storage space.

After completing the task, the costumes can be put away.

According to Ling Tong's perception, the color of the costume... seemed to be slightly more vibrant than when it was in the theater.

It was as if it had absorbed some kind of energy that had dissipated from the conflict just now.

But no one noticed that on the way, his blood dripped onto his costume...

Xiao Jing's reminder echoed in his mind: "Be careful, this costume isn't completely asleep."

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa and nodded.

He has so much stuff that he's starting to struggle to keep up...

We still haven't figured out how to use that piece of metal from last time, and now we have this weird piece of clothing...

On Monday, the sun was blazing, and the asphalt road surface shimmered with distorted heat waves; in late summer and early autumn, the lingering heat was still oppressive.

Chen Mo rode his electric scooter through the streets and alleys of Jinghai City.

In the early morning, he went to the community hospital to treat his wound. His left shoulder was still aching, but life had to go on, and he still had to keep delivering food.

It's not about the money, but about adjusting my mind and body...

Constantly dealing with things that weren't of this world made him feel like he was still in the human realm...

The morning's orders went relatively smoothly, until that one order at noon.

The address was in a high-end office building, and I ordered a light salad with extremely high requirements.

The customer left over a dozen notes: the salad dressing had to be packaged separately, the lettuce leaves had to be intact, the chicken breast had to be cut into one-centimeter cubes, and the cherry tomatoes had to be cut in half...

Chen Mo suppressed his urge to complain, carefully checked the document, and only sent it over after confirming that everything was correct.