Humans are more accepting of novel things than anyone can imagine. Once people find an excuse for something beyond their imagination, their brains will automatically fill in the details to make the so-called "truth" seem more reasonable.

Just like now, the people on the boat happily accept that this is a large-scale immersive role-playing carnival.

...

"When people heard that I was Da Mi's mom, they were so happy. They said that if we met again, they would definitely take good care of our family! Oh my, young people these days are so enthusiastic! Da Mi, you should make more friends. There's no harm in being away from home."

Liu Hongmei looked very happy, her eyes crinkling with laughter: "Having more friends means having more options. Come on, help Mom take a picture."

No, my dear mother, those are all the real people.

Moreover, the "care" they're referring to might not be the kind of care you understand.

Also, she was really curious about how the Black and White Impermanence would take care of her family. When they took people to the underworld, they would randomly select one lucky person from the family, as if it were a "one-for-one" deal?

Xu Milu had just raised her phone when she caught a glimpse of an "unidentified object" floating on the lake out of the corner of her eye, and she almost lost her composure.

The river was clear and bright, and a huge lotus flower floated on the calm surface. Sitting cross-legged on the lotus was a young boy with black hair and red clothes. The boy wore a silver necklace, a brocade belt with lotus leaf patterns around his waist, and a red silk ribbon around his body. He had a beautiful face and bright eyes. The only thing that seemed a bit out of place was that he was holding a soft, fluffy, white, fat sheep in his arms.

The boy walked straight past Xu Milu, waved to the people on the boat, and uttered a few words with a serious expression:

"Friends, are you buying sheep?"

What's going on with this Xinjiang-style Nezha?

Xu Milu almost fell headfirst into the water.