Chapter 11
“Great Demon Lord, did you see him?” 998 cautiously approached, its tiny chicken feet padding softly.
The interdimensional “video call” had only lasted a minute. Interdimensional travel was expensive. Although it had warned the Demon Lord about the short duration, Gu Chi’s silence upon returning made it uneasy.
It felt like he was brewing something sinister!
Gu Chi sat on the sofa, deep in thought. After a long while, he said: “He ambushed me?”
As if finally reaching a conclusion, he repeated with certainty: “Yes, he ambushed me!”
Then, his anger erupted: “He actually ambushed me?!” And he had smiled so brightly while doing it!
998: “??? Impossible, right?”
The host wouldn’t ambush Gu Chi. He was the most obedient of disciples.
It couldn’t help but ask: “Could you elaborate? What exactly happened?”
Gu Chi: “The moment he lunged at me, I couldn’t move, and my energy flow was disrupted. I don’t recall him learning such a technique. I certainly didn’t teach him. Where did he learn it?”
998: “……………”
The chick’s beady eyes widened.
Is he serious?
It scrutinized Gu Chi, slightly stunned. The Demon Lord seemed genuinely convinced. Had he spent centuries killing monsters and never experienced… that?
Was he even more innocent than a system?
Remembering the fear and suffering of the past few days, a cunning plan formed in 998’s data banks. It let out a sinister chuckle, then said in a serious tone: “That’s right! I’ve never seen the host use that technique either. He must have learned it secretly to use against you!”
“I didn’t expect… Sigh, you taught him too well. He learned everything perfectly and even kept a secret move!”
“You must teach him a lesson when you see him again!”
Gu Chi’s frown deepened. It seemed plausible, but something felt off.
He looked down to see the chicken grinning wickedly and swatted it away.
998 flew through the air, its feathery face contorted: Gu Chi, you bastard! Just you wait, you’ll be crying soon! Mwahahaha!
Wen Linyu didn’t want to wake up. He had dreamt of his teacher, and he had even dared to hug him. The sensation felt so real, so comforting.
Since he had never actually seen his teacher’s face, his appearance in the dream was blurry.
But just dreaming of him was a beautiful dream.
This alone filled Wen Linyu with contentment. He woke up in a good mood, which only improved upon hearing that Wen Hongbo had suddenly been diagnosed with a series of illnesses.
The butler was still muttering: “How could this be? Mr. Wen’s annual checkups have always been perfect…”
Wen Linyu, unfazed, calmly ate his breakfast, thinking about where to go or what to buy after school.
Meanwhile, at the city’s best hospital…
Several patients’ families were anxious, none more so than the family of a patient who had just been transferred that morning.
That patient was Wu Shuhao. He had been found in the abandoned building, running a high fever and unresponsive.
His parents, frantic, had deemed the previous hospital’s doctors incompetent and transferred him to this private hospital. However, after a battery of tests, the results were the same.
Wu Shuhao was simply suffering from shock and a fever caused by spending a night in the cold, damp building with wet pants.
As for his unconscious state, the doctors offered various explanations, but his parents were impatient. They wanted their precious son to wake up, now!
Wu’s mother cursed everyone and everything, including Wen Linyu. As his parents, they knew why their son had been at the abandoned building late at night.
They had heard about Wen Linyu beating up Wu Shujie on Monday. Wu Shuhao must have gone there to confront Wen Linyu, but for some reason, Wen Linyu wasn’t there, and their son ended up in this state.
They were furious, wanting to tear Wen Linyu apart. Why wasn’t he the one suffering?!
They didn’t care whether their son had instigated the encounter. They had long been accustomed to blaming everything on Wen Linyu. If they weren’t busy tending to their son, they would have already found an opportunity to beat Wen Linyu up.
Casual violence? That’s how they treated Wen Linyu. He was an unwanted child, with no support, his health deliberately neglected, his spirit crushed. Hitting him was simply too easy.
Perhaps disturbed by their yelling, Wu Shuhao suddenly woke up.
His parents were overjoyed, but their joy was short-lived. The awakened Wu Shuhao was as agitated as they were, even more so. Despite his fever, he had the strength to throw everything and everyone around him, turning the room into chaos.
They finally had to sedate him.
However, the sedative only worked for a short time. He was either unconscious or rampaging, seemingly not even recognizing his parents, attacking them indiscriminately.
This terrified his parents. A passing patient, glancing inside, muttered: “Is he possessed?”
Wu’s mother initially dismissed the comment with a curse, but the thought lingered. They consulted a master, who immediately understood the situation.
Wu Shuhao had encountered something in that place, losing a soul fragment. They needed to retrieve it for him to recover.
The Wu family frantically began preparing for a soul retrieval ritual. Meanwhile, several floors above, there was also commotion.
Wen Hongbo and Lin Wanshow, although injured, hadn’t been seriously hurt. But last night, their condition had deteriorated drastically, as if they had aged ten years overnight.
They attributed this to Wen Linyu’s disobedience in not staying in the basement room, their resentment growing.
They needed to find a way to confine him completely, preventing him from leaving the house.
But not at home. Too many people had witnessed the previous incident. They needed a new location.
Wen Linyu, oblivious to their plans, sat by the window, basking in the warm sunlight.
The temperature was pleasant, the breeze gentle, carrying a faint floral scent.
The scent reminded him of a certain flower he had seen by a river, a flower he didn’t recall seeing in Gu Chi’s world.
He decided to take a walk there after school, and perhaps have some iced lemonade.
As soon as school ended, he went to the river.
The river was located on the outskirts of the city, a wide river with scenic banks and a wetland park. Wen Linyu found the flowers, admired the view, and thought of his teacher, wishing he could share these experiences with him.
But that was probably impossible.
He lingered, lost in thought.
Unbeknownst to him, in another world, someone was also watching him, admiring the scenery.
998, having crawled back, smiled sinisterly: “Great Demon Lord, do you still want to see the host tonight? I borrowed some money from my colleagues. We should be able to manage five minutes tonight.”
Gu Chi’s usually dark eyes flickered. His expression and tone were unchanged: “Of course.”
But 998’s beady eyes gleamed. Something was wrong!
Before, he would have intimidated and interrogated it, demanding to know why it hadn’t borrowed the money sooner. But now, nothing!
He didn’t care where the money came from, only whether he could see his little apprentice sooner.
And the biggest giveaway—this damn Demon Lord hadn’t asked it to borrow more to send him over directly!
He was too eager, he had forgotten!
Mwahahaha! Revenge is finally at hand!
998 wanted to scream in triumph. It diligently connected Gu Chi to Wen Linyu’s dream once more.
Perhaps influenced by his visit to the river, Wen Linyu’s dream involved water.
Not the real river, but a whimsical, fairytale stream, crystal clear, its banks lined with fragrant flowers. Wen Linyu was swimming in the stream, the sunlight dappling his wet hair, face, and skin.
Gu Chi, entering the dream, was met with this sight.
Once again, he froze, bewildered. What was happening to him?
Was this the chicken’s doing? Trying to assassinate him in the dream realm?
