It seemed that the two daughters from the relatives' families were the other two players.
This was still this meat, and he was expected to cook it?
Zhu Yan glanced quietly toward the door.
That wouldn't do; he still needed to pretend to be Feng Yaozu coming home.
"Alright," Zhu Yan decisively lied. "Wait a moment, I'll go check if Yaozu is back yet."
However, Wang Lanhua stepped forward and grabbed him forcefully.
"Where do you think you're running? If Yaozu comes back, why would you need to worry?"
"If you run off now, what is he going to eat when he gets back? Feng Yuan?"
Even though Zhu Yan thoroughly despised his aunt, hearing these words again still made him sweat.
Openly offering her own biological daughter as nourishment for her biological son.
Just what kind of family was this?
"Then leave it for now, I'll handle it when I get back."
Zhu Yan quickly switched strategies, glancing at Li Mei who was working in the kitchen.
"Have Li Mei wash the intestines first. I'm feeling a bit anxious, I need to go down and take a look."
Wang Lanhua really deserved to die too.
Zhu Yan's mind raced, thinking of the unused ability Adultery Lv.5.
He had a shocking idea.
Anyway, when the time came, he would be disguised as Feng Yaozu.
And Feng Yaozu's wife, Li Mei, would be attached to his name.
So, if he wore Feng Yaozu's face and expressed fake affection to Wang Lanhua, would he be able to siphon her life force?
If he used that straw bottle sold in the Demon Department Store, would it be faster?
"Bah!" Wang Lanhua spat at Zhu Yan. "Spouting such unlucky nonsense! Go and come back quickly. If anything happens to my son because of your words, I won't let you off!"
Her expression was sour. Remembering something, she held her hand out to Zhu Yan.
"Where are the things? Give me the stuff you collected today! Where is that hall card?"
Zhu Yan immediately slipped out the door, slammed it shut, and sprinted down the stairwell.
"Hey!!" Wang Lanhua's exasperated voice came from behind the door.
But none of that was Zhu Yan's concern anymore—
He quickly ran outside the building's entrance and, with a thought, transformed into Feng Yaozu!
There were five minutes left until the instance started.
Wearing Feng Yaozu's face, Zhu Yan pressed the elevator button once again.
...
Meanwhile.
Having the door slammed in her face, Wang Lanhua backed away, cursing under her breath.
"What's wrong with that damn old man today?"
"Usually he craves human flesh so much he'd eat it raw. Today, I can't even boss him around."
A phone ringtone, set to maximum volume, suddenly blared through the room.
Wang Lanhua hurriedly picked up the basin and slammed it down in front of Li Mei.
"Wash it!" she commanded frantically. "Hurry up and wash it, then cut it! Those two kids are about to arrive!"
Wang Lanhua turned back to grab her phone and answered the call.
"Auntie," a strange, somewhat raspy voice came from the other end. "I'm at the entrance. What's your apartment number?"
"803." Wang Lanhua had no time to dwell on the strange duck-like voice. "I'll have your uncle come down to get you. Just wait there."
She hung up the phone and, frowning, dialed Feng Qiang's number.
Strangely, the phone rang for a long time, but Feng Qiang didn't answer.
"What kind of fit is this damn old man throwing now?"
Wang Lanhua's brow furrowed tightly.
Just as she was about to explode in anger, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
A familiar voice, one she had thought of many times that morning, rang out, carrying its usual impatience and irritability.
"Open the door, Mom. I'm back!"
Wang Lanhua's expression changed instantly.
She threw the door open, her face blooming into a huge smile at Feng Yaozu as she bent down to grab a pair of slippers for him.
"Oh my, my Yaozu is back! Where are your dad and your sister?"
Zhu Yan impatiently pushed past Wang Lanhua, not even bothering to change his shoes as he swaggered over and collapsed onto the sofa.
"My sister is dead." He wore a dark expression, his tone dismissive. "Mom, where's the meat I asked for?"
Wang Lanhua's hand trembled.
"D-dead...?"
Then, a smile blossomed across her face.
She looked at Zhu Yan as if examining a precious treasure. She had just opened her mouth to speak when a female voice suddenly echoed in her ears.
"The instance Family Feast is about to begin."
"Player Task: Please find the missing family member and kill the true culprit responsible for all of this."
Wang Lanhua's smile vanished.
Astonished, she turned her head and met Li Mei's equally shocked gaze.
"Mom, an instance." Li Mei put down the meat in her hands. "At a time like this, where did an instance come from?"
What did it mean, missing family member?
What did it mean, the true culprit responsible for all of this?!
What was going on with this sudden instance prompt?
Meanwhile, on the sofa.
Hearing Li Mei speak, Zhu Yan suddenly propped himself up, mimicking Feng Yaozu's mannerisms as he cursed.
"Fuck. Did we poke a nest of instances today or what?"
"I just got back from an instance, and now I'm in another fucking instance!"
Wang Lanhua realized something, her face turning a shade paler.
Missing family member?
Right now, only Feng Yaozu, Li Mei, and herself were at home. Feng Qiang had gone out and was nowhere to be seen, and Feng Yaozu had just confirmed that Feng Yuan was dead.
Then the missing family member had to be Feng Qiang, right?
"Old man!" Wang Lanhua couldn't help but cry out. "Did you hear that voice? What are your tasks?"
"Yaozu, your dad disappeared before you came back!"
Wang Lanhua's voice grew sharp. "The announcement mentioned a true culprit, what true culprit? Could your dad be dead?"
"If your dad is dead, how is our family going to eat? What about all your resources?"
"Yaozu, look at this instance, what are we going to do?"
Zhu Yan stood up, looking at the somewhat flustered Wang Lanhua.
Li Mei stood to the side, looking a bit lost but at the same time acting as if it were none of her business, seemingly unconcerned.
Zhu Yan cast a glance at her, his mind perfectly clear on the matter.
Her ability was To Each Their Own Fate.
To Each Their Own Fate Lv.3: Everyone has their own destiny. The karma of others' fates has nothing to do with yours. In an instance, you are immune to task involvements from Level 3 and below players or thriller creatures. Their tasks are unrelated to yours, therefore, they cannot harm you.
Of course, you can also apply this ability to your family members, allowing them to draw a clear line between themselves and the fates of others.
"What do we do? What else can we do?"
Li Mei's ability was nothing to fear for Zhu Yan, because Zhu Yan was already a Level 5 player.
He could kill Wang Lanhua right now, but his task was to ensure the family feast begins smoothly.
There were five participants in the family feast. It wasn't the right time for Wang Lanhua and Li Mei to die yet.
Regardless, he needed to ask for the specifics of their tasks first.
Zhu Yan sneered, imitating Feng Yaozu's condescending and highly impatient tone.
"What is your task? You're screaming your head off about my dad and a true culprit, how am I supposed to know what to do?"
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
