Global Lords: My Heroes Grow Infinitely

Meng Die looked at the actor and asked, "Do you often watch the weather forecast?"

The actor replied, "That's right, after all, we actors often perform outside. We frequently need to pay attention to the weather, so watching the forecast has become a routine matter."

Actually, Meng Die didn't know that this actor was the same one who previously discussed the secret of the ghost house with Rosen.

He was also a fierce ghost trying to find the ghost house.

At this moment, the fierce ghost had already guessed the reason for Rosen's sudden abnormality—it was related to the mirror covered with black cloth in the dormitory.

He speculated that Rosen might have accidentally entered the world inside the mirror, which was a true ghost house space.

It was also the place he wanted to explore; entering it could allow his fierce ghost hero template to grow.

However, if a non-supernatural hero entered, their strength would be drastically weakened by supernatural forces.

He guessed that Rosen was now in a dangerous situation, yet he did not intend to bring Rosen out. He planned to wait until the secret realm's gate was fully opened during thunderstorm weather. By then, the ghost house's secret realm would envelop this ghost house, and he would gain the true power of the Ghost King.

Meng Die was completely unaware of the plans in the mind of the person in front of her and didn't know where Rosen was at that moment. Like the others, she believed that the figure wandering in the hallway like a zombie was still the Rosen she used to know.

Barefoot Immortal was now Meng Die's manager, confidently striding over from a distance.

"Strange, do you guys smell a stinky foot odor?" Mao Xiaofang waved his hand disdainfully in front of his nose as he spoke, causing Barefoot Immortal's confidence to vanish instantly.

Glancing sneakily at his shoes that concealed most of the foot odor, Barefoot Immortal took a step back and said to Meng Die, "Miss Meng Die, you should go rest; you need to pay attention to skincare."

As Meng Die's exclusive manager, Barefoot Immortal was quite competent.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!" Meng Die suddenly shouted, "Barefoot Immortal, come a bit closer!"

Cold sweat immediately streamed down Barefoot Immortal's forehead; he couldn't get any closer. If he did, Mao Xiaofang and the others would realize the source of the foot odor was his feet.

So Barefoot Immortal could only shout back, "Miss Meng Die, it's time for your skincare session, please come with me!"

"What? You're speaking too softly, come over here and tell me!" Meng Die shouted again.

Barefoot Immortal's old face turned red, and unable to bear it any longer, he chose to act decisively, moving to Meng Die's ear and shouting, "Meng Die, go for skincare!"

This time, Meng Die finally heard, though her ears were practically ringing.

"Strange, do you guys smell a strong foot odor in the air? Is it yours, Zhong Kui?" Mao Xiaofang asked Zhong Kui.

Since Barefoot Immortal had just used teleportation, moving too quickly for Mao Xiaofang to pinpoint the source of the foot odor, Barefoot Immortal managed to cover it up effortlessly.

He immediately dragged Meng Die back to the dormitory.

Barefoot Immortal was in the kitchen slicing cucumbers.

The cucumbers he used had to be freshly picked with morning dew, then washed clean with spring water and soaked in 1982 Lafite to absorb the flavor, so that they could nourish the skin when applied to the face, letting the color penetrate Meng Die's pores to ensure her face never fades.

However, every time Barefoot Immortal performed such complex procedures, Meng Die would criticize them as being unnecessary, suggesting it would be easier to just use paint.

Barefoot Immortal explained that using paint could only work once, and couldn't allow for frequent skincare afterward, which would lack a sense of ceremony.

It's important to note that every bit of Barefoot Immortal's private money came from Meng Die's skincare expenses, so he believed that what could be solved once should be turned into a regular issue.

And just as Barefoot Immortal applied the cucumber slices soaked in Lafite to Meng Die's face, Meng Die again felt something was off and said, "Why does this cucumber smell like soy sauce? Are you sure you used Lafite, not soy sauce?"

Barefoot Immortal, well-aware of the source of his private funds, promptly replied, "It's soy-sauce-aroma Lafite, very expensive. I even used my private money to cover the price difference."

Upon hearing this, Meng Die felt sympathetic and said, "How can I let you pay out of your pocket? Here's what we'll do: I'll add one extra small goal to your daily target; should be enough, right?"

"Enough, absolutely enough, thank you, boss!" Barefoot Immortal exclaimed excitedly.

At this moment, Meng Die developed a dangerous thought and said, "I want to go to the bathroom and check how my complexion looks."

"No need, Miss Meng Die, I've already checked for you; your complexion is excellent, colored by soy sauce—no, 1982 soy-sauce-aroma Lafite. How could it not look good?" Barefoot Immortal said dismissively.

"I won't turn into a yellow-faced woman, will I?" Meng Die doubted.

Barefoot Immortal hastily waved his hand and said, "No, no, definitely not a yellow-faced woman. It's all dark now!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Die was finally reassured, though still slightly worried about whether her complexion had improved. After all, when creating a game character and pinching the face of a new character, what mattered most was the facial complexion—a real face issue.