Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH171

Chapter 171

To be honest, when Jian Yunlan saw the complete collapse of the scene before him, he felt a deep sadness from the bottom of his heart.

—All fifteen of the other challengers had failed. And now, with all the parallel apocalypse planes collapsing and overlapping, the top-tier pollutant Yun Wen they were facing… was no longer just a Yun Wen.

It was the Yun Wen formed from the fusion of countless worlds. A pure, unfiltered monster.

If he failed too, the apocalypse plane would spill over into the multiverse, and countless people would die.

Although Jian Yunlan was just a humble food stall owner, who didn’t care much about anything beyond his own business… watching so many people die before his eyes, he couldn’t help but feel sadness deep down.

Until Taotie said that.

Jian Yunlan: “……”

Jian Yunlan: “?”

“Husband? Whose?” Jian Yunlan looked Taotie up and down.

At the moment, Taotie was in his beast form—razor-sharp teeth, crescent-shaped horns atop his head, his body towering as high as a two-story building. Hellfire bloomed around him in bursts.

Under Jian Yunlan’s scrutiny, the beast instinctively straightened up, puffing out his chest. His golden eyes flicked toward Jian Yunlan, then quickly looked away, as if trying not to be obvious. With awkward nonchalance, he began showing off his size, his well-defined musculature, and smooth physique:

“This lord doesn’t—doesn’t like you or anything, okay? I just… hmph!”

Like a peacock spreading its tail.

Jian Yunlan was dumbfounded: “How does interspecies dating even work?”

To a Shan Hai realm beast like Taotie, humans were nothing more than mayflies—born in the morning, dead by night. Insignificant ants. Jian Yunlan had never even considered falling in love with an ant.

Granted, he was a bit special. He only loved running his food stall. He had never imagined loving any living being in this lifetime.

“Why wouldn’t it work?”

Taotie glared, then looked down at himself: a mighty body, endless magical power, awe-inspiring presence—back in the Shan Hai Plane, he could casually enchant entire hordes of other beastkind.

But… by human standards, maybe he was a bit on the scary side.

Wasn’t the human world all about silver hair, eight-pack abs, and dark skin?

Taotie grumbled and formed a hand seal to shift back into his human form. He scooped Jian Yunlan into his arms, about to say something else—

—when a sudden clamor erupted from the group of livestreamers who had come from the other parallel planes. Many of them looked up in Jian Yunlan’s direction, shouting anxiously:

“Streamer Jian! Lord Taotie! Be careful!!! You’re our only hope now—humanity’s last hope!”
“Yun Wen—it’s moving! This time it’s for real!”
“Boss Jian! I always loved your livestreams! If I’m gonna die, please, just let me eat one more bowl of your spicy hotpot! Waaaaaah!”

“…What kind of thing just slipped in?” Everyone turned to stare at the last speaker—Challenger Han Ruo. He was a seasoned pro at transmigrating into novels, always calm and collected. No one expected that under his cool exterior, he was secretly a glutton who secretly tuned into Boss Jian’s food stall streams every day.

Han Ruo looked completely shameless: “So what? We’re all about to die—what’s the point of pretending anymore? Might as well be honest with myself.”

We’re all about to die…

That one sentence hit like a bucket of ice water.

In the already freezing winter wasteland, everyone shivered again. No one could say a word. They simply looked up—

The entire world had already become a painting of the end.

“Jie jie jie…”

A bone-chilling laugh screeched through the air, like the earth itself was wailing.

The crimson-black sky was rapidly descending, closing in. Rotten flesh, broken limbs, eyeballs, nauseating organs, and various sticky fluids now blanketed the sky and ground in thick, pulsing layers.

Countless gaping maws—Yun Wen’s mouths from fused parallel timelines—continued their relentless, grotesque devouring, grinning with cruelty.

The sky and the earth, both now entirely covered in rotting meat, were pulling toward each other like magnetic poles—on the verge of fusing into one. Wind howled, dust and debris flew wildly. Not a single ray of light could break through.

…This was Yun Wen’s ultimate killing move: Heaven-Earth Convergence.

When sky and earth completely merged, every living creature on this plane—from ants to whales—regardless of size or strength, would be crushed into pulp.

All the writhing flesh between sky and earth now—was made of the corpses of living beings from countless worlds destroyed by Yunwen.

The challengers on the ground stared dumbly at the sky.

Though they had survived in this apocalyptic plane for days, never had there been a moment like this, where the true arrival of the end felt so unmistakably real.

Because what else could it be—

If not the end of the world?

If this were just a small transmigrated story-world, then no matter how many times it was destroyed, there would always be a chance to start over.

But this time was different.

After all the planes in Abnormal Era overlapped and collapsed, the shockwave of their destruction would ripple into the Multiverse Worlds Plane. The now even more powerful pollutant, Yun Wen, would break through into the Multiverse Worlds, unleashing a massacre.

This would be a catastrophe of unimaginable scale, one that spanned ages.

“I wonder how things are in the Mutliverse Worlds right now, haha…”

“Probably complete chaos by now.”

“My mom’s still at home waiting for me…” someone muttered softly. Instantly, many people’s eyes turned red with tears.

At this point, the sky above them—seething with blood and the stench of death—had already sunk oppressively low. All it took was a glance upward to clearly see the horrific scene above. The suffocating pressure of being buried alive crept into their lungs, plunging everyone further into despair.

One by one, more and more people appeared beside the challengers.

…Due to the crushing compression caused by Yun Wen’s Heaven-Earth Convergence, even the people Jian Yunlan had once protected inside his portable spiritual field were now forcibly ejected.

Yun Wen’s apocalyptic attack was a causality-based weapon. It ignored all rules. As long as you were a living being in this world—no matter where you hid—you would perish the moment the sky and earth became one.

The mercenaries didn’t complain, nor did they show fear. They just stared blankly up at the sky.

“Is this… really the end?”
“Yes.”

“That guy flying up there—is that Boss Jian?”
“Looks like him.”
“Boss Jian—is he okay??!”

“…Captain Mu!”

Wang Li suddenly let out a shout. Before anyone could stop him, he sprinted forward.

A little while later, he came limping back, carrying someone on his back.

It was Mu Dongsheng.

Half of Mu Dongsheng’s face had returned to normal. He looked thin and frail, but he was—undeniably—still alive. The entire Eleventh Squad gathered around him, sobbing silently.

Before long, even the sobs faded.

*

“This world is beyond saving,” Taotie said, casting a casual glance across the ruined sky and land. With an objective tone, he added, “Human, this lord will take you away.”

It wasn’t that Taotie was heartless—indifference was simply the nature of a beast. Not to mention this short-lived plane, even if you added up all the planes he’d ever passed through, none of them had ever meant anything to him.

To him, all living beings were like fleeting mayflies, insignificant ants.

The only one who mattered to him—was the person before him now.

This place was too dangerous. Humans, such fragile creatures, had no business staying here.

Jian Yunlan gave a half-laugh, half-sigh: “Go where?”

“Beyond the Multiverse Worlds,” Taotie said.

“This lord has a cave dwelling in the Shan Hai (Mountains and Sea) Plane. You can bring the entire Jian Family villa with you. Whatever you like, this lord can prepare it personally—shark pearls from the Southern Sea, cloud silk from Tianshan, peach blossoms from the Eastern Isles… In summer we’ll relax in the breeze of the bamboo forests, in winter we’ll sit by the fire, stargazing for warmth…”

As he spoke, Taotie’s ears slowly turned red. His gaze became evasive, and his voice grew softer and softer, until it was barely audible:

“…If you wish, you could become this lord’s Dao companion, to live and die as one, and share in eternity with heaven and earth.”

“Ahem. In any case, once we’re there, you can do whatever you want.”

Jian Yunlan smiled: “Thank you, Lord Taotie. That really does sound wonderful.”

A flicker of joy appeared on Taotie’s face.

But in the very next second, Jian Yunlan’s words made his expression freeze:

“But… I can’t run my food stall in the Mountain and Sea Plane, can I?”

Taotie fell silent.

The Mountain and Sea Plane was filled with ancient demons and monsters. Human presence was scarce—you could go thousands of years without seeing another living soul. Naturally, it was impossible to run a proper food stall there. Sure, you could set one up… but there’d be no customers.

And right now, with the Multiverse Worlds on the brink of collapse, the Mountain and Sea Plane was the only truly safe refuge.

Seeing the look on Taotie’s face—even though he said nothing—Jian Yunlan understood. He shook his head.

“Then I’ll stay, for now.”

The rotting sky had already descended to just above their heads. The sound of hellfire crackling filled the air. The blood-scented wind tugged at Jian Yunlan’s hair.

His deep, ocean-blue eyes shimmered with a light that, reflected in the firelight, suddenly became something firm, stubborn, and—

Something that left others unsure how to deal with him.

“Human,” Taotie muttered, frowning, “Is running a food stall more important than your life… more important than immortality?”

He didn’t understand. He was even a little angry. For some reason, his eyes turned red at the rims. His voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible—

“…More important than being with this lord?”

Jian Yunlan looked directly into his eyes, steady and unwavering.

After a long while, he suddenly smiled, his tone carrying a hint of lightness:

“Lord Taotie, I’m human, after all.”

He pointed toward the people not far away:

“Just like them—in your eyes, probably no different from ants. Born in the morning, gone by night. A lifetime of running around, never really knowing what we’re chasing. Always tired, always rushing to the next stop. The bitterness always outweighs the sweetness.

But if, at the most exhausting, most hopeless moment… you happen to come across a little food stall on the street—A stall with a steaming stove, a busy vendor running back and forth, a little girl helping out at the side, a big dog keeping order, and a few simple, good-hearted employees—

If you sit down at that stall to rest your feet and the vendor hands you a bowl of hot porridge… the first spoonful smooth and fragrant, warming you from head to toe… In that moment, all the suffering and sadness… it suddenly doesn’t seem so important anymore.”

At the edge of doomsday—when heaven and earth were about to collapse and all things faced oblivion—Jian Yunlan looked at the burning crimson sky. And for some reason, what he thought of… wasn’t fear.

But the little night lamp at his food stall.

That one lamp in the darkness—a desk lamp, a streetlight, or maybe just a flickering bulb outside a corner shop—but together, these lights wove the tapestry of the human world. The noisy night markets, the unending stream of cars, the hungry people lining up in front of his stall, the cries of street vendors, the weight of the wok in his hands, the blast of heat when the fire flared up, the expectant eyes of the customers…

He was willing to stand in those flames.

To burn with all living things.

To perish with them.