Tiantian and others pushed Thomas towards the delicious creamy spinach and chicken pizza, Thomas only had time to remind Xu Yintang not to open the door for anyone, and then he was dragged out by others.
Only Xu Yintang was left in the room.
The buzzing flies outside were swatted by Zhou Qian as a pre-meal exercise, killing more than a dozen of them. The smell of their dead kin made other flies hesitant to approach for a moment.
“If I had known earlier, I would have stopped her, or I might have gone out with them just now.”
But it seems that it was agreed upon when they first entered the instance that Zhou Qian would enjoy the first catch.
Xu Yintang originally expected to fight against the rats that crawled in.
Before, when using his chainsaw to
cut off Zhong Hongzhuo’s head and when sparring with Shi Yuebai, because Shi Yuebai’s flesh and bones were too hard in witch mode. It resulted in the high scrap rate of his chainsaws.
In addition, he can’t even break the skin if he cuts it casually. If he uses too much force, it will feel like sawing wood. Every time he would have to bring out a new chainsaw, in short, it was very annoying and boring.
Although from the beginning, even fighting with the ordinary mode of Shi Yuebai would make him too tired to stand up, now he can exchange blows with the Shi Yuebai under the witch mode. Besides, fighting during the day doesn’t affect snuggling at night, fully proving the huge progress in Xu Yintang’s strength in all aspects.
But something that would make blood and flesh fly with a touch is very satisfying and addictive to cut, preferably with enough malice and antagonism. If the opponent doesn’t have any resistance, it’s no longer fun.
Xu Yintang rubbed his fingertips in reminiscence. Suddenly, the flies and rats outside grew brains and dared not enter, so he had to concentrate on catching big fish.
In the perspective seen through the camera, Xu Yintang first hugged the pillow and sat on the sofa for a while (studying the distribution of flies around the house), then walked to the window and stared outside for a while (did they really all disappear?), sighed (did they really all disappear?), and then turned and walked into the kitchen (forget it, let’s see if there’s anything to eat).
Seeing his figure disappear around the corner of the kitchen, the person behind the camera quickly switched the camera, and the screen showed the scene in the kitchen.
Thomas’s kitchen was pitifully simple. From the angle of the camera, you couldn’t see what was in the refrigerator, but judging from Xu Yintang’s reaction of pausing for half a second before reaching in to take something, it definitely wasn’t fresh, healthy, and nutritious food inside.
Canned beer, two or three unfinished takeout boxes, and frozen foods about to expire in the freezer made the whole refrigerator look like it belonged to a single, workaholic man like Thomas.
It seemed as if it had been deliberately cleaned for friends, but not completely, looking at such a refrigerator, smelling the scent of disinfectant emanating from inside would not be strange; instead, one would guess what had rotted inside and had to be treated with disinfectant.
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After eating, he yawned as if he was tired, hugged the pillow to his chest and rubbed it, adjusted to a comfortable position, stretched his body, and closed his eyes, seemingly asleep.
Like a cat when its owner is away, wagging its tail, patrolling the territory, rummaging for snacks, burying its head and eating wildly, drinking water from the human servant’s cup, crawling onto the bed and diving under the covers, rolling around until the bed is full of cat hair, and finally lying down, belly up, sound asleep, making it hard to tell who the true owner of the house is.
His T-shirt had ridden up a bit, revealing the spider-web-like patterns on his lower abdomen, but it was only about an inch wide, the blood-red color biting onto the throat of the voyeur like a snake, causing “him” to breathe rapidly, convulse and tremble, and his brain to boil up into a frenzy of mist.
It’s so itchy…
“He” is more stable than the best surgeon. His hands that can perfectly separate blood vessels, bones and skin are shaking constantly, and the skin is itching like there are ants crawling under it. “He” bit his knuckles hard, imagining himself crushing the bugs crawling inside his veins.
“He” fantasizes about tearing apart the shameless and tempting prostitute on the screen, imagining him grabbing his hair desperately as he approaches death, his face contorting in pleasure, as if the Virgin Mary had fallen into the struggle of hell.
The skin under the teeth oozed dark red dot-like congestion.
Under the dim light emitted by the screen, “his” shadow twists and distorts, enveloped in a layer of murky gray, emanating a strong and sweet murderous intent.
Butterflies are attracted by this sweet scent, fluttering lightly towards the shadow. The warning traps set up for invaders have no meaning for the butterflies in the shadow; under the light, the shadow is a realm where butterflies fly freely.
The first butterfly tasted the sweetness of this delicious scent and cannot help but dive into the thick, honey-like murderous intent.
Seeing this, other butterflies realized that something was amiss and tried to fly away, but the scent wrapped around them tightly.
Soon, the second, third… countless butterflies fell into the thick murderous intent, unable to move like insects trapped in amber, their mouths open in futile attempts to resist, filled with overwhelming murderous intent.
They send out danger signals to their kin, but even their pain was distorted into a tempting fragrance by the murderous intent. Through the connection between butterflies, the irresistible scent made them feel intoxicated, hypnotized, and ensnared.
Even though Third Flora sounded the alarm when the first butterfly encountered trouble, urgently calling back the butterflies to defend the nest, the fragrance transmitted from the butterfly to its consciousness also made it dizzy, and its consciousness was pulled away.
Xu Yintang suddenly opened his eyes, the blood-red crescent moon shining brightly in them.
-He’s watching me.
Even though the camera hidden in the TV could not possibly be discovered, the feeling of being watched was so strong that “he” felt like his brain was struck blank. In an instant, the comfort of returning to the mother’s body overlapped with the joy of climaxing to the point of losing strength, “he” mistakenly thought that the moon was entwined with him.
It was the filthy original, the blasphemous incubation, and the twisted and grotesque form was indescribable.
But all cognition whispered in the depths of consciousness, making one believe that the blood-red crescent moon was hanging high.
A fragile human invention like a camera couldn’t withstand the gaze of such an existence. After the crackling sound of a short circuit, the screen turned into darkness.
And when “he” covered his face and whined in pain, and his murderous intention was overwhelmed by more fear and ecstasy, the shackles of the sticky sweetness in the shadow were loosened, and the butterflies with swollen bellies filled with undigested “food” flew frantically back to the nest.
However, at this point, they could no longer be called Third Flora’s butterflies; like the walking dead, they completely ignored the collective consciousness of the butterflies. The murderous intent in their bellies spread like a plague among the butterfly flock, and their mission and instinct were to infect all the butterflies— to drown Third Flora, the collective consciousness of the butterflies, in the thick, sweet death.
Third Flora had to sacrifice many butterflies again to isolate the infected butterflies in a shadowy area far from the nest. It felt heavy and weak like being seriously ill, curling up in the nest seeking the shelter of its mother.
Xu Yintang withdrew his intimidating gaze from the other side of the lens, blinked to hide the crimson in his eyes, soothing Third Flora’s emotions while summoning the sulking Second Treasure from the pet space to comfort the frightened Third Flora with its soul soothing. Then he gently touched the quiet Fourth Joy in his pocket and asked if it could transform the infected butterflies.
If it couldn’t, there was no need to force it; it would only make things more troublesome if both offspring got into trouble.
Fourth Joy always paid attention to the environment around his mother, looking for every opportunity to show himself. As soon as Third Flora was infected, Fourth Joy quietly experimented, took a sample of the murderous intent, carefully tasted it, and tested a solution with the school of fish in his body.
Opportunities are always left to those who are prepared. Hundreds of fish repeatedly broke through in different evolutionary directions, facing extinction countless times due to infection, until finally Fourth Joy stood tall in front of his mother (not literally), confidently expressing his ability to share the burden.
It had used the school of fish to test the best solution to weaken that murderous intent. If Third Flora was willing to open the nest and connect it with the data inside its body, it could receive those butterflies for transformation.
As for whether the opening of the nest would result in some uninfected butterflies also being “unintentionally” swallowed by it, or whether the nest painstakingly built by the butterflies would be “accidentally” submerged by the data flow, turning into a deluxe house for the school of fish to move into…
Fourth Joy’s body rippled with clear water, dignified and gentle in front of his mother, showing no trace of malice.
Even if Third Flora knew that it would definitely do this, what could she do? This was an opportunity that Fourth Joy’s incompetent sibling(Third Flora) had brought upon herself by being greedy.
Besides… it wouldn’t eat up all of the butterflies.
Fourth Joy knew that would anger their mother.
Capable, loyal, quiet but fierce.
And most importantly, it understood brotherly love— it could compete for favor, but not exterminate each other.
At least not until they got their mother’s permission.
This was another secret taught to it by mother’s other self who was endlessly indulged, the key to occupying a place in his great and noble mother.
Although Nafu had strong objections to Xu Yintang’s doting education, it did not prevent him from using his practical experience that was countless times richer than that of the Xu family’s cubs to teach Fourth Joy, whom he was most optimistic about, how to climb up.
No matter how indulgent a mother is, one day he will need a knife.
In all the legends, mothers who give everything only have their status stolen by their children.
Love cannot make the mother’s rule eternal, the sword can.
And when that time comes, the mother will forever, forever love him.
Author’s Note –
In this wave, Third Flora’s momentary greed gave Fourth Joy an opportunity to take advantage.
Although they have only met once, Knife has secretly taught Fourth Joy many strange things. [Distant gaze]
Fourth joy is too cute
Loving this💜
Thank you for the chapter!
Yep, Fouth Joy certainly fits into this family.
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Joy is a smart child
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