According to Mr. Fairman, the fleshy piece on Huahua’s hand is the root of Feir.
These roots are densely entangled in their shadows, and they can jump out at any place where there is a shadow, ready to swallow them and transform them into “flower buds” like hotel ghosts, attracting more death for Feir seedlings.
Mr. Fairman has seen it. He was too concerned about the discomfort on Mr. Fairman’s body, so he peeked when Lei Bo died.
He saw with his own eyes the roots that emerged from Lei Bo’s shadow swallowing him while he was still alive. In the blink of an eye, the ghostly Lei Bo stood there in confusion, not knowing what had happened.
Since then, Mr. Fairman could no longer believe in the existence of the Feir tree as he did before.
It’s natural to imagine how scared he would be when he saw Huahua holding a broken Feir root.
Usually, Feir doesn’t directly transform living people using its roots, as it consumes too much energy. This time, it probably risked attacking Tiantian because it had lost several “flower buds” in a row and needed to replenish. It didn’t care and chose the best target among them.
To be honest, among the group, Tiantian has the lowest willpower.
And in the end, the piece of flesh in Huahua’s hand was given to Xu Yintang. He broke off half of it to serve as breakfast for the young ones and put the other half in the system backpack as a reserve.
Xu Yintang also broke off a small piece for Third Flora to smell. The Unborn offspring doesn’t have the same appetite as the two brothers, but it curiously poked and prodded the piece of meat.
The scent of it made Third Flora feel comfortable. Its instinct told it that this type of creature could be used for parasitism, but there was too little residual vitality on the piece of meat, far from enough for it to take root and grow.
Third Flora playfully rubbed against Xu Yintang, emitting an aura of joy and desire for the meat.
“Do you like this?” Xu Yintang asked.
Third Flora rubbed against his hand again, with misty tendrils swirling around, like little fairies kissing his fingertips.
Third Flora is a sensible child. Although it really wanted to be born in its mother’s belly, it was okay if Mom didn’t allow it. Having a barely acceptable host was also fine.
It just wanted to take root quickly, be born in this world quickly, become Mom’s child quickly, and even quicker, truly become Mom’s child.
It couldn’t wait.
Following the faint connection on the piece of meat, Third Flora sketched the appearance of the host in Xu Yintang’s consciousness. This existence was on a level that couldn’t be touched. Complex and dense roots intertwined in the void, forming a vast, brain-like sphere with crisscrossing ravines. The fine roots at the end extended down like ethereal threads reaching into reality.
Compared to the meat’s roots that could swallow a person whole, the brain-shaped sphere’s main body was as tiny as an invisible strand of an elephant’s hair.
And this was just a Feir sapling of less than ten years. If it were an adult Feir tree, the roots at its end might be enough to swallow an entire country.
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Unexpectedly, passively peering into existence on another level, Xu Yintang felt dizzy and nauseated as if his head had been struck heavily. But before he could call it off, Second Treasure, the “Mom’s Bodyguard” had already jumped out and kicked the stinky little brother away, snuggling up to Mom and soothing his soul.
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Second Treasure proudly raised his head and looked down at his stinky brother who had been kicked away by him. His tail was wrapped around his mother’s wrist as if he were the winner of a house fight.
On the other side, Little Darling caught Third Flora who was kicked away. When he heard Third Flora whimpering and crying again, he felt that his non-existent head began to hurt. He thought that this younger sibling was probably made of flesh and blood, otherwise, why would it cry so much?
Alas, it’s so difficult for me, brother.
Xu Yintang watched the wonderful ecological relationship between the three cubs in amusement. He flicked Second Treasure’s head and cursed “little rascal” with a smile.
Second Treasure hugged his mother’s wrist tightly and felt proud of it, and he groaned loudly at his stinky brother.
Mother! Mine!
…
Xu Yintang watched the back and forth between the three cubs, understanding that it was a cute parent-child show of cubs competing for attention. If you couldn’t understand it, it seemed like a scene from a horror movie with writhing tentacle monsters.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Mr. Fairman was the only outsider in the room.
He was startled by Second Treasure’s scream, and his legs went weak. He almost tumbled under the table along with his computer.
Tiantian, who was keeping an eye on the scene with the handsome sugar daddy and the cubs, managed to divert some of her attention and asked, “Are you okay?”
She really wanted to be scolded as a little rascal by the sugar daddy.
Mr. Fairman forced a smile. “I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me…”
He needed to stay calm… calm…
Even though that terrifying creature nonchalantly feasted on the Feir roots in the room, he had to stay calm and keep a composed demeanor…
Composed…
Help! Wasn’t he in hell?!
Mr. Fairman felt dizzy for a moment. His all-nighter and the stress of an urgent liver plan had left him looking haggard and bewildered. With the shock of his shattered worldview, he couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not. Why else would he be surrounded by scenes of demons and monsters in a hellish banquet?
And when the projector connected and the lights went out, the person sitting below became even more frightening with a sinister appearance, a detestable countenance. His eyes were deep and seemed more focused on the meat on the plate than on listening to Mr. Fairman’s report.
Especially with Xu Yintang, surrounded by tentacle monsters, he listened while munching on something, his cheeks bulging – perhaps he was also sharing a part of the Feir roots, as he displayed a satisfied smile.
Mr. Fairman’s body was covered in goosebumps due to his own imagination. He carefully requested Xiao Qing to print some documents for him, without even daring to glance in Xu Yintang’s direction. Xiao Qing nonchalantly took the documents and suggested everyone pass them along. She also casually took a French fry from Xu Yintang’s breakfast plate and nodded at Mr. Fairman, saying, “You can proceed.”
Mr. Fairman made an effort not to look at what Xiao Qing was chewing on in her mouth. “Alright.”
“The past Mr. Fairman, my uncle, goes to the 10th-floor theater to watch musical performances every night. Ten years ago, the ritual was also held in the theater… He would invite the audience on stage and burn them alive.”
As long as the offerings marked by the Feir seedling appeared, they would be invited on stage to be pulled into Mr. Fairman’s scene.
“Regarding his scene, I only know some information that he told me. It was the day they gave life to Feir. The air was scorching as if it was about to catch fire, and pain and despair spread everywhere. The priests chanted ancient hymns on the stage, and the entire stage was painted with a sacrificial formation using blood. Suddenly, the priests fell one by one as if their souls had been sucked away. The whole world was engulfed in endless flames, and then, the sacred tree revealed itself to its ignorant believers…”
“Do not look directly at it, do not describe it… divine… supreme…”
Mr. Fairman’s voice gradually turned into a nightmarish murmur, and he stared into space as if that colossal and terrifying presence was right in front of him, making him tremble uncontrollably.
Xu Yintang observed his condition and gently poked the wrist where Second Treasure was lying to bring him back to his senses. This was a case of losing too much sanity, seeing things that humans weren’t meant to see, especially someone like Mr. Fairman, who already had a foundation of faith and could easily see the projection of the Feir seedling.
As someone who had accidentally glimpsed it, Xu Yintang acknowledged that the Feir seedling’s appearance was not very friendly to human sanity.
Second Treasure casually helped Mr. Fairman regain some composure. Mr. Fairman shuddered as if waking from a nightmare, but then he realized that he was still in another nightmare. It took him a while to continue talking about his plan.
First, they needed to deal with the ghost Loren in Room 2213. This wouldn’t be too difficult, as Loren rarely left the room and usually suffocated people in their sleep with his favorite latex suit, which wasn’t very effective against individuals who were awake. Loren’s combat abilities were weak, even lower than Lei Bo’s, so it wouldn’t be too hard to handle him.
Once Loren was taken care of, they could challenge Mr. Fairman’s scene, disrupt the ritual, and prevent the Feir seedling from sprouting. This would sever the connection between the Feir seedling and reality. After that, eliminating the previous Mr. Fairman would leave the Feir seedling trapped in its own dimension, unable to draw sustenance from its roots.
It might survive for centuries without nourishment, and the Feirman family might even bring it back with the sacrifice of hundreds or thousands of lives. However, by that time, Mr. Fairman would have vanished to a foreign land, leaving these matters far behind.
Mr. Fairman presented this plan rather casually, and he felt that these demons before him could easily accomplish what he had outlined. The only exception might be if the Feir Tree itself descended, as no one could contend with demons.
As for the logical basis for this plan, Mr. Fairman rambled on about it for half the time without providing a clear explanation. He could only understand it as a conclusion drawn from long-term observation and experimentation. In any case, they had no other options but to accept his unscrupulous logic.
Xiao Qing shrugged and didn’t comment on the plan, only suggesting they should think it over again because there was still time. Then, she matter-of-factly asked Mr. Fairman about the compensation he was prepared to offer them.
“We’re not philanthropists, of course, we want payment.”
Xiao Qing outlined a list of what they were doing – going to life-threatening lengths to eliminate monsters while Mr. Fairman would reap the rewards. He discussed the concept of taking a person’s money in exchange for removing their misfortune, which he believed was morally justified. He even mentioned that they should receive additional compensation for the mental distress.
Xu Yintang added, “Don’t forget medical expenses, nutrition fees, and property damage compensation.”
All of these were things that Yu Kongyou would rant about when he saw caregivers abusing patients. If applied to the current situation, it seemed reasonable.
“Right, all of that needs to be included!”
Mr. Fairman felt bewildered by Xiao Qing and Xu Yintang’s persistence. He could barely understand what was happening to him, and he lacked the courage to negotiate or haggle. He even chose to make a bank transfer for his own safety rather than write a check, fearing that he might inadvertently mortgage his soul to the demons while signing a check.
Mr. Fairman didn’t fully comprehend how everything had spiraled out of control from the moment he pushed open the gates of hell. Despite his meticulous planning and scripted lines, he even used a family secret to fortify his willpower. Nevertheless, from the moment he witnessed that demon breaking off Feir’s roots to feed to his monster offspring, everything seemed to cascade uncontrollably toward an unimaginable place.
Could humans truly not contend with demons?
In the room, everyone watched Mr. Fairman depart in a daze, and a brief silence followed.
Huahua touched her chest. “My conscience surprisingly doesn’t hurt.”
“I even feel happy.” Tiantian imitated a panda hugging her head, sighed deeply, and added, “We’re not the same kind and kindhearted people we used to be.”
In contrast, Xiao Qing had reservations about that statement. He resisted the urge to help them remember Edis’s ordeal and shifted the conversation back to business, asking Xu Yintang, “When do you plan to plant Third Flora? Do you need us to be there with you?”
Xu Yintang shook his head. “No need, it’ll be harder for Little Darling to protect everyone if we’re all together.”
If he hadn’t raised a third cub, they would have had to consider the feasibility of Mr. Fairman’s plan for dealing with the entangled roots in the shadows. But now that they had Third Flora, they didn’t need to risk disrupting the ritual, and they didn’t even have to enter the scene. As long as Third Flora was planted on the Feir roots, they just had to wait for the cub to drain the Feir and then run back.
Based on Mr. Fairman’s plan, the moment when Feir sprouts in the scene is also the moment when the Feir seedling’s dimension and reality overlap. At that moment, only Third Flora needed to be in the scene, and the presence of others wouldn’t have any impact. Having more people inside might even lead to unnecessary casualties.
“In that case, we’ll go deal with Loren. You take the cubs to Mr. Fairman’s place.” Xiao Qing frowned. “I’m not very comfortable with this.”
“It’s okay,” Xu Yintang smiled and pulled out a thick book, waving it. “If things go south, I have a last resort. You’ll be safest if you don’t go with us.”
“Rituals of Nightmares” naturally contains a sacrificial method to summon Daeis. The sacrifice of a hundred people gathered for the Feir is also enough to briefly summon Daeis across the world. If they really can’t win, he can let the children’s father deal with things.
Author’s Note –
Xu Yingtang, Little Darling, Tiantian, Huahua, and Old Wang: We’re not demons, after all. [Shrug] Give Mr. Feynman a bit of wax.
Let’s strive for Third Flora’s scenario to come out in the next chapter and finish this instance in three chapters. [Thumbs up]
As for the child’s father… To be honest, I think he can’t handle the stimulation of the third child. [Looking into the distance]
Flora is a tube child, there’s no need to mind…
Thank you for the chapter!
Wondering what Daeis would think of the third child.
Crossing my fingers for Daeis’s arrival!!
😂😂can’t wait for daddy to show up and have to recount kids a few times before he accepts a new arrival
That’s it…when all else fails, call in Daddy…lmao! Thanks for the translation 🤣❤️🤣❤️
Korean and Chinese sentences are often constructed without explicit pronouns and who they are talking about is implicit. Translation apps often fuck up in this areas and looks like our (human) translator often overlooks this while editing.
Wait sorry didn’t mean to reply to you
I’m getting confused Xiao Qing is a man right?? Why does his pronoun keeps getting messed up 🥲🥲🥲
Also where’s old wang, I could barely feel his presence 😔😭
Korean and Chinese sentences are often constructed without explicit pronouns and who they are talking about is implicit. Translation apps often fuck up in this areas and looks like our (human) translator often overlooks this while editing.
Father: I’ll not raise one more
Thank you for your translation 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
Haven’t even kissed the mom yet and already have another child