The Whole Family Are Villains, I’m the Group Pet 137

Chapter 137

Wen Xingxue escorted Xing Nuo back to the complex.

His materialization prop’s time limit was almost up, and he reluctantly crouched down, ruffling Xing Nuo’s hair.

Xing Nuo, feeling a gentle breeze in his hair, licked his ice cream and tilted his head.

“You go now?”

Wen Xingxue hummed, his voice hoarse.

“Have to. Come see Xing Nuo again…in a few days.”

Xing Nuo finished his ice cream, tossed the stick in the trash, and, looking at the translucent Wen Xingxue, his face serious, said:

“Daddy, you no die, okay?”

He had so much to say, but it all boiled down to one simple plea:

“Other children have two pawents. I want two daddies too.”

Wen Xingxue froze, his heart aching, and just as the prop’s time limit expired, he nodded firmly.

“Okay. Xing Nuo won’t be any different from other children.”

Xing Nuo waved at the empty air and walked into the complex.

Wen Xingxue watched him go, his eyes filled with pride.

The small, frail child, afraid of the cold and snow, had grown taller and stronger, like a young sapling in the summer sun.

In his mind, Xing Nuo was still that small, feverish child, stumbling and clinging to him.

But he had grown up so fast.

He had missed so much.

Wen Xingxue lowered his eyes and sighed, thinking he had to speed up his progress and escape this horror world.

He was about to leave when someone suddenly appeared, yelling at the empty air:

“Xing Nuo’s mom? Or some uncle or something? I know you’re still there!”

Wen Xingxue, looking down at his third-floor neighbor, whom he had met a few times, didn’t speak, just watched him.

Qi Yao, panting from running, stopped and caught his breath.

He had sensed the unusual energy fluctuation in the complex and knew the player was back.

He couldn’t let him go this time.

“I know you’re a player. And I know many of you are hostile towards ordinary humans. But please, hear me out.”

The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange, purple, and deep red.

Qi Yao, having found a secluded alley, sensing the powerful presence hadn’t disappeared, sighed in relief and, lowering his voice, said:

“You must have noticed the increasing number of horror dungeons invading the real world. This is disrupting our world’s order.”

“I know many players don’t care, but think about Xing Nuo. What if he’s dragged into one of these dungeons? If something happens to him…”

“Shut up!”

A hoarse, grating voice, like sandpaper against his eardrums, made Qi Yao wince, but he also felt a surge of hope, knowing his gamble had paid off.

The player had responded.

“I also care about Xing Nuo. I want him to be safe and happy. But this is the reality we’re facing. The real world is constantly under threat!”

“I don’t know why so many players are hostile towards us, but we should be working together to prevent this disaster!”

“Our experts have predicted that, at this rate, the real world will be completely consumed by the horror world within ten years!”

“And then, your family and friends, no one will be spared!”

Wen Xingxue, his brow furrowed, his pale face darkening, his murderous intent barely contained, listened to his words.

He hadn’t joined any teams in Central City and wasn’t as well-informed as some of the other players, but he had heard rumors about the deteriorating situation in the real world.

He hadn’t cared before, but now, for Xing Nuo’s sake, he couldn’t ignore it.

“I understand. What do you want me to do?”

Qi Yao, hearing this, knew he had succeeded.

He sighed in relief, a smile appearing on his face, and said to the invisible Wen Xingxue:

“We believe those high-level monsters in the horror world are behind this! They want to turn the real world into their feeding ground!”

Wen Xingxue’s voice was sharp and cold. “Impossible!”

Qi Yao’s smile faltered, his brow furrowing. “Impossible? Why? We and the monsters are on opposing sides. Who else would want to see all humans dead?”

Wen Xingxue took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

“I said it’s impossible, so it’s impossible. I’ve fought those high-level monsters for years. I know them better than anyone. They wouldn’t bother with this. And besides…”

Shen Wen’s only kin was also human!

“Besides what?” Qi Yao, sensing he knew something, pressed him.

Wen Xingxue’s voice was cold and indifferent. “Nothing. You’re looking in the wrong direction. Monsters aren’t that simple. Some of them don’t even need to eat humans for energy.”

Qi Yao had encountered many monsters in dungeons.

But most of them shared the same characteristics—

violent, bloodthirsty, and obsessed with human flesh and blood.

But he had never encountered a truly high-level monster, so he couldn’t be sure.

“But you said we’re wrong. Do you have another theory?”

Wen Xingxue seemed to be thinking, and after a long moment, he said:

“You’re Qi Yao, right? Investigate the first person who was pulled into the horror world. When did it happen? And why?”

He had a suspect in mind, but he didn’t trust Qi Yao and wouldn’t reveal his suspicions so easily.

Qi Yao nodded, about to ask another question, when the powerful presence suddenly vanished.

He was gone.

So elusive, Qi Yao thought, sighing, then suddenly remembered something and called out:

“I don’t even know your name!”

Which top-ranked player was he?!

He had investigated Xing Nuo’s family, but besides his two brothers and his dad, there were no other relatives.

So, what was this player’s relationship with Xing Nuo?

Qi Yao, puzzled, but remembering the player’s words, hurried back to headquarters to report.

Rongcheng, its economy booming in recent years, with Qi Yao, a powerful ability user, stationed there, and being the location of the first horror dungeon incursion, was now the headquarters of the SIA.

The chief, listening to Qi Yao’s report, pushed up his glasses, comparing it to other reports, his brow furrowed.

“Not a monster? How is that possible?”

Did humanity have another, hidden enemy?

If so, they were in serious trouble!

As the last rays of the setting sun faded, Xing Nuo, his backpack on, returned home.

The door was unlocked, and Shen Yan, sitting on the sofa, a financial report in his hand, seemed to be waiting for him.

Seeing Xing Nuo’s late arrival, he wasn’t surprised. He took off his glasses and looked at Xing Nuo.

“Had ice cream again?”

Xing Nuo, trying to look innocent, changed into his little duck slippers, their squeaking echoing through the apartment, and tilted his head, feigning confusion.

“What ice cweam?”

Shen Yan had been strictly forbidding him from eating ice cream lately. It was too hot, and children were easily tempted.

But Xing Nuo’s stomach was sensitive, and cold treats always gave him a stomachache.

Shen Yan walked over to Xing Nuo, wiped his chin, and smiled.

“Xing Nuo, can you at least wipe your mouth before lying?”

Xing Nuo hurriedly wiped his mouth, then, realizing there was nothing there, huffed angrily.

“I ate carefully! No ice cweam on my face!”

Shen Yan, having tricked him into confessing, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the kitchen to take his medicine.

“Remember last time? Pale little face, clutching your tummy, rolling around in bed, crying?”

He poked Xing Nuo’s head, making it bob back and forth.

Xing Nuo, not daring to argue, obediently drank his medicine.

Just a small cup of warm water, and he was already sweating.

“So hot!”

He didn’t even like ice cream that much. It was just too hot, and he craved something cold.

The air conditioning was always set to a high temperature to keep Xing Nuo warm.

He lifted his shirt, lying down on the sofa, trying to cool down his tummy, which felt warm from the medicine.

Shen Yan walked over and covered his tummy with a light blanket.

“Don’t do that. You’ll catch a cold.”

Xing Nuo, too tired to argue, sighed and fanned himself with a small fan.

“I no like summer. So hot!”

Shen Yan took the fan and fanned him gently.

“Drink another cup of medicine before bed, and your tummy won’t hurt.”

Xing Nuo sighed again, knowing he couldn’t avoid the medicine, and went to the study to check on his brother.

Shen Baizhou’s college entrance exam was in two days.

After a year of self-inflicted torture, studying and taking countless tests, his grades had finally reached the level required for a community college.

Not a great achievement, but his best effort yet.