Dad

Feng Yaozu slammed his ID card onto the counter with a loud smack.

Zhu Yan's vigilance spiked instantly, and he immediately activated [Complain]!

In Feng Yaozu's eyes, he was a horror creature.

It was perfectly normal for a player to use abilities on a horror creature.

"A room." Feng Yaozu looked coldly at Zhu Yan, his mouth twisting into a token smirk. "I want Room 506. You won't play any tricks, will you, Dad?"

"Why so much nonsense just to get a room?!"

The two voices overlapped. Feng Yaozu's face turned pale, while a sudden, intense emotion surged in Zhu Yan's heart!

Looking at Feng Yaozu's face, he actually felt a deep sense of intimacy and... submission?

Zhu Yan couldn't describe the feeling; he could only pinch his palm fiercely under the desk.

Perhaps because [Complain] had taken effect, the feeling hadn't yet reached a point where he couldn't control it.

Dead silence.

Feng Yaozu didn't attribute it to an ability.

He had indeed felt a wave of dizziness just now, but it wasn't severe, so he didn't pay it much mind.

But did this imposter actually dare to speak to him like that?!

Feng Yaozu's dull eyes glared fiercely at Zhu Yan. "Damn it. What the hell are you talking about, Dad?"

Zhu Yan reacted quickly. He immediately reached out his other hand and smoothly swiped Feng Yaozu's ID card.

The moment the second "Dad" rang out, Zhu Yan felt as if a sharp, awl-like foreign object had been implanted in his brain.

Along with extreme nausea, he actually developed an uncontrollable emotion and urge to...

Protect and care for Feng Yaozu, doing everything possible to keep him alive???

The long-dormant [Thrilling Joy] stirred in the depths of Zhu Yan's heart, only to be suppressed by a wave of clarity.

Zhu Yan silently touched the sandalwood bracelet on his wrist.

That clear power actually rushed straight to his brain following his will, barely curbing Feng Yaozu's mental attack.

Holy crap.

Zhu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Good stuff!

"Don't be angry, good son."

He still had to put on an act. Zhu Yan held back the urge to burst out laughing and locked his dark, inorganic imposter eyes onto Feng Yaozu.

Feng Yaozu didn't smile; he just bared his teeth at him again.

Motherfucker.

What kind of fit was this imposter throwing?!

"Hurry up, Dad."

In an instant, a biting, clear stream surged upward, intertwining and colliding with the urge to confess everything and commit suicide to clear the way for Feng Yaozu.

Zhu Yan's heartbeat sped up in excitement.

He bit the tip of his tongue, trying his best to look like a normal imposter, and glanced down at the computer.

"Right away," he said.

He didn't know how to operate the hotel's system, but the room card for 506 was right on the desk.

He could pretend to type a few keys on the keyboard to put on a show, and at the same time...

Zhu Yan typed rapidly on the keyboard and raised his eyes.

Feng Yaozu grabbed Aunt and gave her a hard pinch.

"Baby, you're really something."

Aunt's spirit seemed to wither even more.

But Feng Yaozu's complexion visibly returned to its previous rosiness. The power Zhu Yan had drained using [Complain] had clearly returned.

"It's so good to have you in this instance." Feng Yaozu laughed loudly, not bothering to hide anything from Zhu Yan.

"With you here, even if that piece of trash has already arrived, I have nothing to fear!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yan's fingers paused, but he quickly recovered and continued operating the computer as if nothing had happened.

He understood what Feng Yaozu meant.

Aunt was Feng Yaozu's health pack.

He could drain Aunt's life force anytime and anywhere, just like he did a moment ago, to heal himself!

If Aunt died, what did it matter?

However, Zhu Yan's identity was the hotel receptionist imposter.

He could find a hundred reasons to separate Aunt and Feng Yaozu.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yan faced Aunt expressionlessly, glancing at Feng Yaozu from the corner of his eye.

"Please give me the lady's ID card."

Feng Yaozu, that idiot.

Didn't he say earlier that he wanted to fish for information from him, the "imposter"?

Aunt looked shyly at Feng Yaozu and handed over her ID card.

The mission required them to book a room.

So, of course, she had brought her ID card too.

"Sis, you really are a good woman. Dad," Feng Yaozu rested his hand on Aunt, looking completely radiant, "were there any other players who came in here before us? Which room did they get?"

Zhu Yan's nails dug into his palm until it bled. The pain and the cold current snapped him out of the wildly escalating, fake "fatherly love."

"Yes, yes." Zhu Yan looked up, trying his best to resist the urge to spill everything.

In truth, he was almost unable to resist it, so he could only hide the key information as much as possible.

"One person came in, but he didn't book a room."

"All the guest rooms are empty today. He couldn't be here looking for someone, so I didn't stop him."

Zhu Yan stared at Aunt with hungry eyes.

"Besides, I'm hungry. He took the elevator upstairs, I don't know which floor. But my good son, if you need anything..."

He flashed a ghastly smile at Feng Yaozu.

"I can make an exception, spare him from being my meal, and leave him to you."

Zhu Yan pushed Feng Yaozu's ID card back to him and gave him a stiff wink.

This was bad. The ability [Bring Honor to Ancestors] was just too overbearing.

He had to finish this quickly.

Otherwise, even with the sandalwood bracelet, Zhu Yan couldn't guarantee what he might do!

"That player is very weak," Zhu Yan spouted serious nonsense while wearing the imposter's face. "Good son, you don't need to worry at all."

Feng Yaozu met Zhu Yan's gaze, moved his lips, and twisted them into a hypocritical smile.

This imposter was level five, and it said that player was very weak.

That meant the player was very likely just like him, only level three.

His own ability was level five, so that player, at most, just brought along a level five ability!

Feng Yaozu snorted disdainfully.

Just a level five ability, who doesn't have one?

Zhu Yan struck while the iron was hot and gave Feng Yaozu another greasy wink.

Damn it, he didn't know if a father would actually make such a greasy expression at his son.

He was really grossing himself out.

"The scene where you're required to complete the mission in this instance, isn't it Room 506?"

Zhu Yan imitated a somewhat stiff "loving" tone, observing Feng Yaozu's expression.

Good son, he was about to start twisting the rules!

Sure enough, Feng Yaozu's eyes lit up, and he smiled triumphantly.

"Hahaha, I told you my ability was incredibly awesome."

He said loudly to Aunt, completely ignoring Zhu Yan beside him.

"Look at this. I didn't even ask a question, and the instance information was delivered right to me!"

Aunt's dull eyes looked at Feng Yaozu. She pressed her powdered old face against his clothes, her tone involuntarily revealing envy.

"Yes, yes," she said worshipfully. "Our Xiao Yao is the best. Sigh, it's all because of that damn ungrateful wretch!"

At the thought of that hateful nephew, Aunt's voice suddenly turned shrill, mixed with a mournful crying tone.

"If it weren't for that thing killing my son, with how clever my son was, he could have been just as amazing as you."

"Xiao Yao, you promised! You must avenge your sister!"