EBE Chapter 480 - 270: Ghost Messengers Patrol Heaven, Sniff Out the Human World, Gene Editing and the Immortal Grass Destiny Writing Technique
Chapter 480 - 270: Ghost Messengers Patrol Heaven, Sniff Out the Human World, Gene Editing and the Immortal Grass Destiny Writing Technique
"Quick, try this fried chicken piece! So crispy!"
The North Suburb Base cafeteria was bustling and noisy, with people coming and going.
Fang Xiaoyu guarded her stainless steel tray, eating fried chicken pieces, her eyes shining!
Snap!
Bai Mo bit into a piece, the crispy breading cracked open to reveal tender chicken and the fresh scent of ginger.
"Mm, this is nice."
As for the mischievous fox apprentice, Little Golden Cuff, it was already devouring with a big smile.
Foxes naturally love fried chicken!
Nearby, researchers in white coats were chatting while holding their phones.
"Did Ghost Messenger really patrol the sky last night?"
"It seems so.
"A lot of people saw it online!
"In the main city area sky, huge ghostly shadows were flying, like dark clouds, one by one descending from above to sniff the human world’s scent."
"Could it be a mistake?"
"Not just one person saw it, many night owls and overtime workers saw it!
"Huge ghost faces appeared right in front of the office building’s floor-to-ceiling windows.
"And not just one ghost face, they were everywhere, a lot of people saw them."
Bai Mo and Fang Xiaoyu, eating nearby, were both baffled.
Bai Mo was on Fox Mountain last night and didn’t notice a thing.
Fang Xiaoyu lived right where it happened, but she was asleep like a log...
A few PhD students gathered, entering a frenzy of gossip.
"Do you think the Ancient Immortal was so rampant, wouldn’t the West State Boss be upset?"
"He didn’t seem to express anything last night."
"Probably didn’t have a fight, did he?"
"Is it possible he went to practice in his dreams?"
"You don’t understand, Immortal Technique Masters can practice in their dreams, but their physical body stays in the present world and can sense danger.
"The West State Boss definitely sensed it, he just didn’t intervene!"
Bai Mo ate his meal, feeling even more speechless.
His physical body really wasn’t in the current world!
The so-called "Ghost Messenger patrolling the sky, sniffing the human world," what was that?
There were no videos online, they say it couldn’t be filmed, even if it was, the footage would be blurry, making it impossible for him to see.
However, this matter shouldn’t be nonsense or a rumor... because the Immortal Committee feared for Expert Bai Mo’s safety, they specially brought him to this North Suburb Base for tighter protection.
"Next time it happens, I’ll have a closer look."
Bai Mo pondered as he enjoyed his meal.
Apprentice Little Golden Cuff had already cleaned his tray and rushed to the meal window.
He saw that there was still a lot of fried chicken left!
Somehow, others didn’t like it, so he wouldn’t be shy!
"Huh?
"Expert Bai Mo, Secretary Fang, you ate this fried chicken piece?"
It was Qu Hailou, with a stainless steel tray, sitting opposite.
Her tray had scrambled eggs with tomatoes, broccoli, braised pork, vermicelli with minced pork... except she didn’t get the fried chicken piece.
"What’s wrong?
"Is there a problem with the fried chicken?"
Qu Hailou looked back, cautiously glanced at the meal-serving chef at the window, leaned forward, and lowered her voice.
"This fried chicken, we don’t eat it.
"The oil the cafeteria uses for fried stuff isn’t good."
Bai Mo looked at the fried chicken piece in his chopsticks, half-eaten, exposing its white tender chicken.
"Uh, what’s wrong with the oil?
"Could it be gutter oil?"
Qu Hailou was being mysterious.
"They use... genetically modified soybean oil! Genetically modified!"
Genes contain mysterious codes of hereditary information.
Genetically modified can change crop characteristics, increase crop yields.
Yet people naturally distrust this mysterious code... Genetic modification increases soybean oil yield, but who knows, are there other side effects? Maybe genetic modification introduces some special unknown toxic substances into the soybean oil? Who’s to say!
Qu Hailou spoke softly.
"Now nobody eats fried stuff. The cafeteria’s fried foods are all consumed internally by their kitchen every day.
"Especially us doing research, knowledgeable, smart, we don’t eat them!"
She was smug, suddenly realizing on the table, there was an extra fat little fox at some point, holding a tray overflowing with fried chicken pieces, ears perked and eyes wide in disbelief.
Is it toxic?
This chicken piece is delicious and crispy, can it still be eaten?
Having eaten so much, what now?
Bai Mo twitched his mouth.
Whether genetically modified soybean oil has problems, he couldn’t say.
But at least today’s meal had no issues.
He looked at his apprentice.
"Eat freely today."
Little Golden Cuff instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
It only trusts its master; if the master says no problem, then there’s no problem!
It sat in the chair, wagging its big tail, eyes rolling around, thinking while observing the cafeteria, noticing others not eating the fried chicken piece.
It decided, after finishing eating, it’d pretend to be uncomfortable, affirming the fried chicken piece’s "issue."
That way, when it’s dinnertime, it can snatch a heap of uneaten fried chicken!
It tilted its head and chuckled.
Indeed, foxes are very cunning!
...
The lab building was brightly lit, bustling with people.
Bai Mo was walking around in a white lab coat.
Little Golden Cuff wore a matching white lab coat, wagging its tail proudly, following its master.
At times encountering researchers, smiling enthusiastically, greeting Bai Mo.
"Good morning, Expert Bai Mo."
"You’re here today?"
"Good morning!"
Bai Mo put on a friendly smile, greeting back... even though he didn’t recognize almost anyone.
The Immortal Grass Analysis Center’s work is running smoothly, with no need for him.
Everything was going well over at Professor Hong Anxi’s side too.
All Bai Mo could do was act idle, stroll around, and observe.