Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 207 - 191: Picking Up a Little Girl

Chapter 207: Chapter 191: Picking Up a Little Girl

Feng Ling’s face turned red.

These things were her important possessions, selling them would kill someone.

She dared not sell them recklessly.

At that moment, another elderly gentleman in a suit and tie caught the stench emanating from her and his face lit up with ecstasy, "Haha, I’ve found her, I’ve found her! You there! What’s your name, girl?"

Feng Ling felt a surge of nervousness upon seeing the old man.

It was an instinctive wariness.

New to this unfamiliar world, she knew nothing about it, and even the bustling crowds didn’t provide her with a sufficient sense of security.

The world where she was born...

also had vast crowds.

But oftentimes, crowds weren’t as one might imagine... The expressions and demeanors of the people were similar, giving off a mechanical and rigid appearance. If one blended into the crowd, they might unknowingly become assimilated.

Of course, the humans in this world seemed to be more vital and energetic, each person hurrying along, carrying their expressions and lives, heading towards their destinations: the striving of office workers, children’s laughter, and the pain and hesitation of adults mingled together, creating a rich, life-filled atmosphere.

The old man approached, introducing himself familiarly, "I am Pan Hao, sent here on the ’Saint’s’ dream-guided mission to wait. You, miss... with your attire, you must be the one I’ve been waiting for."

Through the years, Pan Hao had long since become a billionaire, wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and white hair crept up to his temples.

He had aged quite a bit compared to the past.

But he was still very robust... although in his seventies, he looked after himself well and exercised regularly, appearing to be only in his fifties.

Feng Ling remained silent, carefully sizing up the elderly man.

"Young lady, you must have come here with a special mission, right? You must have encountered some extraordinary events? What’s in that sack of yours, hmm? If you don’t say anything, no one can help you."

Pan Hao was no fool, and he immediately recognized that the contents of the sack were no ordinary items.

A strong, eerie scent wafted from the sack.

He experienced a sudden insight, and his voice lowered, "...what’s in that bag of yours... shouldn’t be carried so openly on the main streets."

"Don’t waste time here, follow me if you trust me," Pan Hao said, touching his nose, "let’s find a place for you to stay first. Whatever you need to do probably isn’t simple."

Feng Ling felt somewhat skeptical and embarrassed in the face of this strange old man.

After all, at the age of 20 and concerned about her appearance, it was no wonder she stank, having dug through garbage for 10 screaming chickens.

After mulling it over, Feng Ling still picked up the sack and got into Pan Hao’s BYD car.

She truly had nowhere else to go.

(If the social order of this world is complete, everything might require something called "money.") She had no money, no identity, nothing.

And ordinary humans couldn’t bully her, because she possessed the "Spiritual Vision" ability. She might struggle against the bizarre a little; against ordinary people, just a glare would make them faint on the spot.

Thus, she wasn’t too afraid of any old men.

"Uncle... who are you?" Feng Ling cautiously asked.

She suddenly realized that the language she was speaking was not her own familiar language, but a language known as Chinese.

(Was it the influence of that flame in her mind?)

Feng Ling pondered in her heart.

"I’m Pan Hao. You can call me Uncle Pan," said Pan Hao without looking back.

"Last night, I had a dream... the ’Saint’ instructed me to come here and wait for someone," Pan Hao spoke with a hint of fervor.

"I just knew it, the Saint isn’t dead... he finally got in touch with me!"

"The Saint?" Feng Ling asked, puzzled.

"Don’t look at me, old Pan, as if I’m over the hill. When I was young, I too had saved the world..." Pan Hao boasted, "Guided by the Saint, I became somewhat of a success. I invested in a villa at Half Mountain Villa. On this tiny Hong Kong Island, such small villas are hard to come by."

Calling himself "somewhat of a success" was actually an understatement. A billionaire, he was indeed a person of name and importance.

Of course, out of reverence for this world, Pan Hao led an exceptionally low-profile life.

He never entered official view, which was his principle for survival.

The reason: trouble, fear.

"Beep beep!"

The green light came on, and cars from behind were insistently urging him forward, honking madly.

Pan Hao turned his head and bellowed with a red face, "Are you rushing to your death driving so fast! Think you’re so great because it’s a Mercedes?"

He muttered to himself: If it weren’t for wanting to keep a low profile, I would have bought a Rolls-Royce long ago.

Feng Ling jumped at his roar.

(The Saint, the most powerful force in this world?)

(Did the Saint just help me now? Controlled my body?)

Her mind was filled with wild thoughts.

"By the way, tell me what trouble you’ve run into," old Pan cleared his throat, "I’ve saved the world before, so I can offer some advice. Of course, if it’s something you can’t discuss, you don’t have to. There are things that shouldn’t be shared, and I won’t force you."

He paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "I see your ears are pointy, your pupils have a hint of green, not quite like the humans from our world, right? A guest from Parallel Worlds, it’s nothing new to us; we’ve seen plenty."

"Your world hasn’t been taken over by some horrific thing, has it?"

"The Saint... who is that?" Feng Ling was given quite a shock.

"The Saint’s secrets, I could never disclose," Pan Hao said, somewhat sighingly, "even though these secrets are now common knowledge in certain circles."

"If you’re from Parallel Worlds, don’t be embarrassed; our world is complex, one more person doesn’t make a difference, nor does one less."

"Of course, it’s only because the Saint noticed you that I’m willing to help."

Suddenly facing a gregarious old man who outright stated she was from Parallel Worlds, Feng Ling was so nervous she was nearly breaking down.

But upon closer inspection, she did indeed look slightly different from the people on the street, only slightly...

Completely unnoticeable!

Soon, Pan Hao’s residence came into view.

Half Mountain Villa was also a notable affluent area on Hong Kong Island.

Pan Hao drove his car into the garage and shouted, "Wife, we have guests! Cook some good dishes."

A woman in her sixties, well-maintained, peeked out from the kitchen: "Where’s the pretty girl from?"

"Picked her up on the roadside... don’t ask, don’t be curious, keep your mouth shut, and especially, don’t blab," Pan Hao said sternly.

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(These past few days, I’ve really struggled with writing the connection between the two worlds. It’s a bit difficult to write, having revised and deleted so much, so the word count is a bit low.)

(Hope to get past these tough times soon!)