Chapter 491: Father and Son's Night Snack

Feng Ju's face looked exceptionally gloomy in the shadows inside the car.

He lowered his voice, each word squeezed out from between his teeth:

"You pretend the Patrol Bureau is looking for you right now, then sneak out to find me. Remember, absolutely do not say you came to find me."

The tires rolled over a speed bump, and the car body jolted violently.

Feng Ju's voice grew even lower:

"Remember, absolutely do not let your sister detect anything unusual. Then after you go out, call me again."

Feng Mu hung up the phone, turned off the TV, and the room instantly fell silent. Mother had finished tidying the Kitchen and was very tired, already asleep.

"Is the old father too immersed in grief, his brain a bit dull? Didn't he hear? The moment the call connected, I called him 'Dad.' If Yu Huai had been right beside me then, he would have been exposed already."

But on second thought, it was also understandable.

After all, Yu Huai is Father's most beloved pearl in the palm.

Actually, Father not having his head turned by anger the first moment after "Revival," not killing his way back home regardless of everything, already surprised Feng Mu considerably.

"It seems."

He muttered softly, his smile deepening,

"My sister's and my villain 'talent,' when it comes down to it, is still inherited from Father."

The night wind swept dry leaves past the Doorway. Feng Mu fastened his trench coat buttons and pressed the callback key.

"Dad, I'm out." His voice wrapped in the night's chill. "Where are you?"

Feng Ju gave Feng Mu an address, then pursued:

"Didn't let your sister notice, right?"

Feng Mu said in a gentle voice: "Of course not. Yu Huai isn't at Home. But why hide it from my sister?"

Feng Ju's voice stiffened: "Then why didn't you say so earlier? Forget it, you come find me first."

Feng Mu grinned: "Wasn't it you who told me not to say a single word?"

Feng Ju: "....."

At the early morning street corner, a 24-hour snack shop shone with pale white Light.

Feng Mu pushed the door open and entered. Cold wind rolled night Fog into the shop. He chose a seat by the window and sat down, fingertips lightly tapping the tabletop, gaze scanning the empty Street outside.

Feng Mu walked in, sat at the seat by the window, and waited a full ten-odd minutes before Feng Ju emerged from the dark alley across the way and walked in.

Father and son sat facing each other. A few Bowls of steaming snacks sat on the table, yet neither moved their Chopsticks.

Silence spread between the two, like a thick layer of ice separating them.

They had never been like ordinary father and son, sitting at a roadside stall late at night, sharing a bowl of steaming Night Snack.

Feng Mu searched carefully in the depths of the Original Body's Memory, but found no scene of father and son having a night snack.

Originally this was actually the first time.

He lowered his eyes to look at the rising Steam on the table, a trace of absurd mockery rising in his Heart Bottom:

"This meal today, when it comes down to it, is still thanks to Imoto's blessing."

Feng Ju extended his pitch-black Finger, rubbing his fractured nose bridge, his heart full of Pain:

"I always took Yu Huai out for night snacks. I gave all my love to her, yet she...

Instead it's this Rebellious son. Although his Wings have hardened too, daring to defy me, at least he wouldn't commit the unpardonable act of stabbing me in the back with a Knife... right?!"

Father and son looked at each other. In Feng Ju's Heart Bottom, that sense of closeness from when he answered the phone just now welled up again.

Still very faint. Just now it was probably one piece of sugar in ten cups of water; now upgraded to nine cups of water.

However, Feng Ju didn't think much of it. He attributed it to the sequelae of "middle-aged loss of a daughter."

Feng Mu could similarly sense the change in Feng Ju's inner emotions, but he understood the other's heart far better than Feng Ju, because the heart in that chest was pinched by him.

The closeness Feng Ju now felt toward him, rather than saying it was father and son, it was more like a Doll's instinctive attachment to its Creator, mixed with a conditioned reflex toward this pair of Glasses of his.

"The 【Grand Feast】's gift has never been a master key. Not everyone granted new life becomes Wang Cong, devoted to me heart and soul." Feng Mu thought.

This was one of the reasons he chose to secretly grant Feng Ju without revealing his identity.

The 【Grand Feast】 can bestow life, but cannot directly control the Soul — there are still several "cooking processes" in between.

So the wish to simply control the World directly through the gift can basically be declared dead.

Take Feng Ju for example. If Feng Mu revealed himself now, saying he was the one who granted Feng Ju, Feng Ju would probably Self-detonate on the spot the next second.

Feng Mu would painfully lose an Experience Package.

Gratitude?

Don't kid me!

There wouldn't really be such a naive person, would there.

Feng Mu knew this so-called Father too well — betrayed by his beloved Filial daughter, he lost only a life;

But to make him spend the rest of his life under the control of this "Rebellious son" of his, that wouldn't be loving his sister once more, but rather...

Feng Mu stopped pondering. Very filially, he used his Chopsticks to pick up some Dishes, placing them into Feng Ju's Plate:

"Dad, you only ate half your Rice earlier before rushing back to the Patrol Bureau. You must not have eaten your fill."

Feng Ju looked at the Rebellious son, his heart a mix of five flavors. He didn't want to eat anything at all. Right now, whatever he ate had no taste in his mouth.

He frowned, Chewed a mouthful, Swallowed it down whole, then put down his Chopsticks and said:

"Feng Mu, I have an extremely major Secret to tell you. In this Home right now, I can only trust you..."

Feng Ju of course trusted Wang Xiuli more, but Wang Xiuli couldn't help.

Feng Mu suddenly widened his eyes, revealing a pure and harmless expression:

"Dad, what are you saying? The person you trust most in this Home must be my sister. She is the pride and hope of our whole family."

He seriously reminded Feng Ju:

"Dad, you can't say that kind of thing anymore. Yu Huai is about to go to Upper City, and I don't want her to misunderstand."

With every word that popped out of Feng Mu's mouth, Feng Ju's face darkened a degree.

But Feng Mu seemed completely oblivious to the mood, putting on the air of a good older brother:

"Dad, you're acting strange today. You were a bit strange when you called me just now. What matter needs to be kept hidden from my most beloved younger sister?"

Not waiting for Feng Ju to speak, Feng Mu added in an understanding tone:

"We're eating out, we really don't need to call younger sister over, do we? Yu Huai would be unhappy if she knew."

As Feng Mu spoke, he took out his phone from his pocket, making a motion to dial.

Feng Ju abruptly reached out, grabbing Feng Mu's wrist in one clutch, no longer caring to disguise or choose his words, suppressing his voice:

"She isn't your younger sister, she's a monster!"

Feng Mu's pupils abruptly contracted, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Wh... what?"

Feng Ju stared dead at his... son, his voice lowered another three degrees, gnashing his teeth:

"I say, Feng Yuhuai isn't your younger sister, she's a monster wearing human skin, the same as that monster appearing in the sewer in the live broadcast."

When Feng Ju spoke the last few words, his eyes were wide with rage, looking as if he wanted to eat someone.

Feng Mu seemed frightened, he stared straight at Feng Ju, uncertain:

"Dad, what ghost talk are you saying? Have you gone mad?"

Feng Ju's pent-up frustration nearly made him vomit blood, he abruptly took out a handful of storage card fragments from his pocket, slapping them on the table.

Plastic debris bounced, a few grains splashing into the soup bowl.

"Just now, your good younger sister took advantage of me getting in the car, and from behind fished out my heart..."

His voice hoarse,

"Precisely to destroy this storage card."

To emphasize his words were true, Feng Ju stood up, excitedly grabbing Feng Mu's collar, yanking him toward himself, voice ruthless:

"Do you know, if today it was you who brought the storage card back to the Prison for repair, the person who just had their heart fished out would be you!!!"

End of Chapter