Chapter 67: Third Brother Cries Miserably, Lost in the Real World…

Su Jianglou was a bit dazed when he was first kicked out. He got angry, but not too angry.

Because for a powerful weird like him, such a simple physical attack couldn’t bring him much damage or pain.

Even if he had been missing an arm or a leg right then, for Su Jianglou, it was just an injury that could recover in the blink of an eye. Or rather, this bit of damage didn’t even qualify as an injury on him.

But now, before his body had even fully landed, he was kicked flying again. Su Jianglou sensed something was wrong.

Hovering in midair, he looked down at his abdomen. There was a black mist-wreathed shoe print there.

This time, Su Jianglou was furious.

“You say you’re gonna hit me and then you do? Big Brother, you really hit me!” With that, a golden glow flashed in Su Jianglou’s eyes as he turned to strike back.

But in the instant he turned, a red glow flashed.

Su Jianglou felt a heavy blow on his back.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In just a few short seconds, Su Jianglou zipped back and forth in midair, almost turning into an afterimage.

Finally, on the seventh round trip, flames nearly burst from his dark golden eyes. Seizing the moment, he unleashed a mutual destruction stance and borrowed the momentum to charge at the second brother.

As for why he didn’t go after the eldest brother who hit him first, the reason was simple. The eldest was still in the villa, and if the villa collapsed and buried him, that was fine, but Xiao Xi was still home too.

He knew his strength was still a bit inferior to both the eldest and second brother. Even mutual destruction was unlikely to succeed, but he just couldn’t swallow this insult!

Who had he provoked?

He had greeted them before entering the dungeon.

Yet now, right after exiting the dungeon, the eldest and second brother ganged up on him like this.

“I just came out of the dungeon and haven’t recovered yet, and you two gang up on me. If you want to split the family, just say it! I’ll take Xibao and leave tomorrow!” Su Jianglou had already closed in on Su Wuzi, hurling a furious punch.

The fist looked like it was about to land on Su Wuzi’s body, but it seemed to miss.

The eerie man standing in place dispersed like thin mist and reappeared over ten meters away.

This provocative scene was like adding fuel to the fire, making Su Jianglou’s rage burn even hotter.

He laughed in extreme anger and closed his eyes, deciding to summon all the dungeons from Tanzhong Five Cities right then and smash him dead!

But before that, for the sake of their years of brotherhood, he decided to give the eldest and second brother one last chance to explain.

Due to his emotional fluctuations, Su Jianglou’s facial features blurred into a mass of gray mist again. His voice boomed from an unknown direction, echoing across the entire Villa District, startling the little weirds below into a chorus of cries.

Su Xuanxiao had also come out of the room by then and stood with Su Wuzi.

Su Jianglou: “One last chance to explain. Tell me! Why did you hit me!”

Su Wuzi explained readily: “Because after you entered the dungeon world, Xiao Xi was pulled in by you too.”

Su Jianglou froze, and his towering rage deflated with a pop.

“After Xiao Xi entered the dungeon too, I checked it and found that he was pulled in because you took a paper that Xiao Xi had just written on when you entered my dungeon.”

The golden glow in Su Jianglou’s eyes began to dim.

“After coming out of the dungeon, Xiao Xi woke up a full day earlier than you and Big Brother. Because of the dungeon, he now remembers his childhood experiences.”

Su Jianglou looked up, and the golden glow in his eyes brightened a bit again.

“Then he came home and found a piece of paper in his room. It had the family rules that Third Brother prepared for him written on it…”

Su Jianglou: ……

His towering rage was doused, not even a tiny flame left. Su Jianglou’s eyes dimmed as he slowly descended to the lawn, leaning against a big tree and squatting down in a daze.

His mind now repeated just two sentences endlessly:

He had dragged Xibao into the dungeon, he had dragged Xibao into the dungeon…

Xibao knew, Xibao knew, Xibao knew…

He stayed leaning against the tree in a daze for a long time before Su Jianglou finally spoke again: “Does Xibao know that he was in my dungeon?”

The original host Su Ximu, including the original host’s memories, and the so-called hangover, were all fake—made up to fool a child.

Su Wuzi stood by the tree and nodded slightly.

This extremely subtle motion drained all the strength from Su Jianglou, who had been ready for mutual destruction with the second brother moments ago.

His gaze filled with despair. He turned his head to look at the villa not far away, then up at the stars in the sky.

Suddenly, his eyes reddened for the first time.

“Xibao must be angry. He’s going to hate me now.” Su Jianglou sat on the ground, muttering to himself as he couldn’t help but claw viciously at his left arm with his right hand.

In no time, his left arm was scratched bloody.

The youth shrouded in a layer of red mist, who had quietly circled out from behind the fake mountain rock: ?

He tried approaching, then noticed Third Brother’s self-inflicted injury on his arm.

Su Ximu, who had just come out of the house and hadn’t seen the more intense scene before, frowned. He squatted down and said in a somewhat serious tone: “Third Brother, if you keep scratching like that, I’ll really get angry!”

Su Jianglou, who hadn’t sensed anyone or any weird approaching, jerked his head up.

Su Ximu raised his hand and lifted Third Brother’s injured arm.

He had no medicine now, so he could only blow on the wound for the time being.

As he blew, Su Ximu carefully inspected the wound. Every mark was deep.

Back when he was human, Third Brother would cry his heart out over arm pain. How come now that he was a weird, he was hurting himself instead?

He felt that on this point, he needed to criticize Third Brother.

Sternly criticize!

The youth’s expression was grave, just about to continue speaking when he suddenly turned his head and sneezed.

Water Blue Star, real world

Weird Tales Confidentiality Bureau C City Branch

Wu Yang sat in the interrogation room of the Weird Tales Bureau, excitedly asking the person in front of him: “Any news?”

Liu Jiang, deputy leader of Action Group C at the Weird Tales Confidentiality Bureau C City Branch—this wasn’t his first time dealing with Wu Yang.

Last time, Wu Yang’s school suddenly gave the students a long break. After asking Lao Yao Su Ximu and sensing something off at school, Wu Yang had called Liu Jiang to confirm.

Going further back, the time before that, Wu Yang and Su Ximu had encountered a player vanishing into thin air by chance, and they were both brought to the Weird Tales Bureau by Liu Jiang to sign confidentiality agreements.

With that precedent, a little over a month ago, when Wu Yang discovered Lao Yao had mysteriously vanished from the dorm, he immediately thought that to find Lao Yao, he’d probably need this mysterious department again.

That time, the department had pulled him and Lao Yao to sign confidentiality agreements so smoothly, clearly not their first time handling such matters.

Wu Yang contacted Liu Jiang smoothly. Liu Jiang even called everyone from Dorm 301 to the Confidentiality Bureau and had them sign another confidentiality agreement.

Incidentally, he also filed a report on Lao Yao Su Ximu’s situation.

And just like that, over a month passed in the blink of an eye. Wu Yang waited at home every day for news and finally got a call from Liu Jiang today, asking him to come to the Confidentiality Bureau again.

Wu Yang, who had been lying in bed when he got the call, forgot to even change his shoes when he rushed out. Now, sitting in the Weird Tales Confidentiality Bureau’s interrogation room, he was still wearing his big slippers.

Under Wu Yang’s expectant gaze, Liu Jiang shook his head.

Seeing this, Wu Yang deflated instantly, slumping against the sofa back, utterly listless: “No news? Then why’d you call me here?”

Liu Jiang, a seemingly rough buzz-cut burly man, still held his record book at this sight, maintaining a businesslike demeanor: “Last time in the bureau, while sorting through files, I found one where the person’s features matched that Su classmate closely.”

It sounded ridiculous, but the information provider for that file was Rao Fei. The file recorded a weird that Rao Fei described as having unknown strength and personality, with a chaotic alignment.

Rao Fei’s drawing skills were subpar, so when the Confidentiality Bureau made the file, they had a specialist roughly sketch the weird based on Rao Fei’s description.

Liu Jiang spoke, recalling that morning.

He had been in the archives room studying and recharging, and with his high clearance, he got that file.

And then!

He made an especially ridiculous discovery.

The weird from Rao Fei’s description looked at least eighty percent like the Su classmate he’d seen before!

This was even with the portrait made from oral description, so some distortion!

That Su classmate, Liu Jiang remembered, had been reported missing by his roommate over a month ago and classified under missing players by the bureau.

Ten years ago, the Confidentiality Bureau might have investigated such missing cases carefully. But in the past two years, there were simply too many player disappearances. Some missing players didn’t even have names in the bureau’s records.

Now, with this ridiculous discovery, Liu Jiang speculated that the most likely scenario was that the Su classmate was trapped in a dungeon.

Then some weird took a liking to his appearance, whether to borrow the skin or make a custom human skin mask—anyway, usurped Su’s looks.

But speculation was just that. For rigor, he called Wu Yang back to carefully inquire about the Su classmate’s features.

In the interrogation room, as Liu Jiang’s questions came one by one, Wu Yang scratched his head nonstop.

“Parents? Lao Yao doesn’t seem to have parents. I’ve never seen him call his mom and dad. He came to university alone. When he mentions family, it’s just grandma and cousins.”

“What does he like to eat? He doesn’t seem picky.”

“Does he like to smile? Yeah… his laugh threshold is pretty low. Wait, what kind of questions are these? How do they help find him?”

“What color clothes does he usually wear? Anything goes, I think he prefers light colors himself, but mostly buys dark ones. Probably ’cause dark ones are more durable. Sigh, the kid’s had it tough.”

“Does he snore when sleeping? No snoring.”

“Does Lao Yao say anything in his sleep at night? I’m not lying by his bed listening!”

“Uh… probably not.”

“Three measurements? I’m not a perv! How would I know?”

“Sexual orientation?!”

“……”

“Get lost!!”

“Are you guys at the Confidentiality Bureau just messing with me?”