Third Flora reluctantly accepted Fourth Joy’s “help.”
Of course, it still kept a cautious approach, with the butterflies firmly protecting the location of the mother nest.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the nest, there was a deeper connection with the consciousness realm controlled by Second Treasure. Originally, this area of blurred shadows and dreamy fluctuations served as a secret base where they conspired against the third brother, but now it became a testament to the alliance’s vigilance against Fourth Joy’s ascension.
Second Treasure didn’t like his stinky little brother, Third Flora, but it didn’t want to be stepped on by that annoying ghost, Fourth Joy, either.
The smoke spreading from the consciousness realm billows in the shadows, together with the buzzing butterflies with colorful wings, intimidating the butterflies that have swallowed the infected. Not content with it, they are eager to flood more data streams and drive them back to where you should be.
Second Treasure secretly used smoke to entangle the fish-headed monster swimming in the data stream, rooting the seeds of nightmare into the monster’s brain.
Dreams are the initial manifestations of mystery and fear. When a creature gains the ability to dream, part of its soul becomes detached from the consciousness realm, falling under Second Treasure’s control.
A lesson from an elder brother.
Fourth Joy wasn’t surprised. If its older brothers were just lying down and letting it have its way, it would be disappointed in their poor quality. A nest with fierce competition and vitality reflected the joy of having offspring.
However, it whimpered insincerely in front of the two brothers it had provoked. Compared to its brothers who were born earlier and had a good upbringing, it was too weak, and its tail lifted too high, making it easy to be dragged into a corner and half-beaten.
Unable to serve its mother due to severe injuries, the cub would soon be taken advantage of by other children, eventually becoming a source of food to be shared.
—Needless to say, Fourth Joy learned strange knowledge from Knife.
Seeing Fourth Joy stop in time and focus on digesting the butterflies it had swallowed, Xu Yintang leisurely withdrew his attention from observing the movements of the cubs.
Xu Yintang didn’t care about what thoughts were spinning in the cubs’ minds. After all, knowing when to stop was enough; there was no need for interference.
If Fourth Joy were to continue causing trouble without caring, then as a mother, Xu Yintang would have to resort to traditional methods like stir-frying pork with bamboo shoots to teach Fourth Joy how to be a good child.
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The butterflies gained a new life form in this impure death, and their colorful wings turned into bright and gorgeous fish tails. Their faces were radiant, and their figures graceful, with arms, waists, and the ends of their fish tails adorned with layered soft fins, like a dreamy and magnificent evening gown with a huge trailing tail, reflecting the surrounding water with dazzling brilliance.
Fourth Joy prided itself on caring for Third Flora’s butterflies, deliberately setting their birthplace far from the edge of the indigenous population(fish monsters) to avoid their extinction soon after birth.
After all, Fourth Joy had carefully nurtured the local fish-headed monsters, all of which had developed to the point of constructing an altar of bones. It specifically modified their vocal structures so they could learn to pronounce the revered mother’s name accurately.
The fish-headed monsters look ugly, but their voices are surprisingly pleasant, even their dying screams sound like singing. Sometimes, Xu Yintang could barely hear their prayer-like songs when he was half-asleep, which were melodic and soothing.
The lyrics generally praise how great and kind someone is, although the inclusion of “Xu Yintang” feels awkward. Changing it to “Sugar” and “DrinkingSugar” makes it much better. Xu Yintang uses it as white noise to listen to before sleeping.
As for Sugar and DrinkingSugar, what does that have to do with him?
As for the fish-headed monsters who fought to kill a hundred and eighty generations over which of the two gods was greater, that had nothing to do with him.
Xu Yintang opened a bag of apple-strawberry-tomato flavored fruit puree, enjoying it as he commanded Third Flora to watch the butterfly surveillance cameras and fish with hooks. For safety reasons, he stayed away, ready to retreat at any sign of trouble.
Then he instructed Fourth Joy to try connecting to the camera network to understand the surveillance distribution in Sin City, and if possible, infiltrate the core of the surveillance network without drawing attention.
According to the guide on the forum, the camera in Thomas’ house was installed by the mysterious organization that ranks killers. In fact, they have a huge and pervasive surveillance network throughout Sin City. Otherwise, with the killers’ mostly secretive style of committing crimes, how would they be able to know all about their crimes.
Once the players entered Sin City, their every move was monitored by that organization. Following the normal survival route, they wouldn’t have any contact with them. However, if they followed the hidden ending route, they would inevitably confront them, or if they chose a profession like Xu Yintang did, there was a chance they would be watched by them.
If Xu Yintang remembered correctly, the probability of being targeted mainly depended on his face. Shi Yuebai stood on the street for less than five minutes when the car sent by the organization stopped in front of him.
—Later, he could try it himself; maybe it would be faster.
Xu Yintang slurped the sweet and sour fruit puree, kneading Fourth Joy, and made it repeat three times, “I promise to prioritize safety and not be reckless,” completely extinguishing Fourth Joy’s eagerness to take risks.
Fourth Joy is still a cub that has not been fully born. Xu Yintang didn’t expect it to master the entire surveillance system. Whatever it could do was enough, even if it couldn’t do anything at all, as long as it remained unhurt.
Affectionately, Fourth Joy rubbed against its mother’s finger, its egg-shaped body glowing with a soft pink light, unable to contain its joy.
Mother is caring for it…
So happy… so happy, so happy, so happy…
—In the shadows, Second Treasure and Third Flora made disdainful snorts, seemingly unimpressed by their younger brother’s behavior.
To be so delighted by a mother’s touch, one could tell it had no idea of the pleasures being personally fed by mother.
Oh, they forgot, Fourth Joy doesn’t have a mouth.
Hehe.
Even Little Darling, this time, wriggled in agreement, curling around Xu Yintang’s body with its tentacles, indicating that being in mommy’s arms was warm and safe. No hatchling could resist the temptation to snuggle with mommy.
Xu Yintang bit into his fruit puree pouch, pinching Little Darling as its tentacles emerged from his clothing, their tips swelling with venomous white pustules that made one itch to squeeze them, watching the venom burst out with a “biu—” and corrode anything into charcoal.
Little Darling was eager to perform its venom-spraying act for mommy, emerging from his clothing with three, four, five, six tentacles coiling and twisting around, indicating its readiness to assist Fourth Joy in playing the song of the fish-headed monsters and even performing a musical fountain effect.
Impressive, indeed, worthy of praise.
However, Xu Yintang thought it wasn’t easy for the children to accumulate venom. Prodding the pustules of venom felt both disgusting and satisfying, so he decided to save this act for when confronting enemies.
He would wrap the enemies into a tight tentacle ball and then fill it with a dose of venom, betting with teammates on whether the enemies would succumb to the poison.
No money or points involved, just settling with bubble tea, cola, cake, or fried chicken.
…
“Come on, come on! Place your bets!”
After a delightful lunch, Tiantian placed an empty plate on the table and called out with great enthusiasm.
Thomas didn’t catch on, but Huahua quickly put a small pastry into the plate and casually added a nonexistent memory to Thomas, “Don’t you remember? We used to play this all the time, guessing the killer. If you guess right, you have to treat us to a meal.”
“What…” Thomas was bewildered, but he noticed his other friends enthusiastically responding. In the blink of an eye, the empty plate was filled with pastries, egg tarts, pies, and even a pair of chicken wings as high-stakes bets. He couldn’t help but doubt his own memory.
As he doubted himself, he suddenly noticed everyone at the table staring at him, silently urging him to place his bet, and a plate filled with food was pushed in front of him.
Thomas couldn’t describe the weirdness of their expressions, but he was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, quickly forcing a smile as he placed an egg tart into the plate, desperately trying to recall their conversation about the suspects.
There were three people in total, and each of them had chosen one as their suspect—Wolf, the bar owner and a regular at Andre’s shop; Nalin, the stylist who had served Elo for nearly twenty years and was invited to the banquet on the day Elo’s wife disappeared; and Hunter, the head of security for the entire mansion.
After much hesitation, Thomas said, “I choose—”
Author’s note –
BlueMoon: Alright, I got it. My record of fishing at the street station must have been played on repeat eight hundred times. (*＾ー＾)
Mother Xu Yingtang: But this method is very effective, the fish bite instantly, you can catch a hundred or eighty fish in one night, super efficient!
BlueMoon’s suggestive look: Then… can I take the bait for a moment?
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😂😂yes, make it a competition
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