Chapter 370: Scared?

Bai Mu Yun ignored Luo Jinyou and fixed his gaze on Ying Duo.

Ying Duo was standing by the porthole, looking out; because he faced away, it was hard to see, but it was probably still that expressionless face.

Everything was normal.

Too normal.

Bai Mu Yun's sense of unease peaked.

"You two stay in this room; don't go anywhere else."

Bai Mu Yun addressed the two; Luo Jinyou nodded, Ying Duo stayed still and said nothing.

Bai Mu Yun stared at Ying Duo, emphasizing, "Fang Zhiyan has assigned you some tasks: Luo Jinyou must learn to retract his Mutation Feature, and you must learn the most basic Energy usage."

That had been their plan for a long time; although Ying Duo is already proficient in Aberrant Arts development, he has never learned some of the most basic things.

One can only say that, by Ying Duo's exaggerated method, the unused energy is entirely sustained by Fang Zhiyan's elixirs.

Ying Duo finally reacted.

He turned his head, his golden eyes looking through the lenses at Bai Mu Yun, then nodded.

"Hmm."

Just a "Hmm".

Bai Mu Yun watched him, always feeling that the word "Hmm" concealed something, but he had no evidence.

He could only glance at Ying Duo again, then turned and left the room, closing the door.

Outside the door, Bai Mu Yun leaned against the wall and rubbed his temples.

Luo Jinyou, the one who was dragged here, was actually a relief; the real headache was the one wearing glasses.

He always had a premonition that Ying Duo wouldn't stay obediently.

But he had no evidence.

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Yang Yichen leaned by the porthole, gazing at the grayish sky outside, his thoughts drifting far away.

The airship had already begun to lift off; through a gap in the clouds, he faintly saw the city's outline below receding.

After returning, he would not only have to face endless meetings and social obligations, but also find time to meet other Undead; although he cannot leave this world for now, their plan to rescue compatriots would still go on.

He sighed, preparing to turn and go to his own room to rest for a while.

Then he saw a teenager wearing Black-framed Glasses, standing not far away, staring straight at him.

That gaze was too direct, landing on him like that.

Yang Yichen's intuition was screaming wildly; something was off about this person, but he didn't know why he felt that way.

He was about to ask, when the teenager moved first.

He walked toward him, not quickly, but his movements looked oddly stiff.

Yang Yichen did not step back.

He watched the teenager approach, stop before him, looking at the golden eyes hidden behind the lenses...

Wait, gold?

The teenager spoke, his voice light and flat, without any inflection; a perfectly formed question he said as if it were a statement.

"Yang Yichen?"

Yang Yichen's pupils contracted slightly, the teenager's appearance gradually matching someone from his memory.

But in this world, Yang Yixie should already be dead; the teenager before him was much younger than Yang Yixie, roughly the age he remembered before he went to Shoudu...

"Who are you?"

The teenager didn't answer immediately; he simply stared silently at Yang Yichen, the golden eyes reflecting the grayish light outside the porthole.

"I am your father."

Yang Yixie said bluntly.

Yang Yichen was instantly stunned.

This is his younger brother.

Definitely his younger brother.

Only Yang Yixie would use this punch‑drunk tone to say such punch‑drunk words.

Yang Yichen's mouth twitched, almost couldn't hold it.

But he was, after all, a person who could make it anywhere, and he forced himself to swallow the line "You're still alive?" back down.

No, must stay steady.

He is playing a script in this world where his parents are dead and his brother also tragically passed, so who might be scheming against him?

Yang Yichen took a deep breath, a perfectly timed puzzled expression appearing on his face.

"You've got the wrong person; my name is Yang Yichen, that's correct, but I don't think I know you..."

Yang Yixie looked at his older brother's "acting on point" demeanor and was instantly speechless.

"Your acting is terrible."

Yang Yichen: "......"

"Your eye corner twitches, your mouth corner twitches too," Yang Yixie continued to jab at his own brother, "just missing writing 'I know you' on your face."

Yang Yichen took a deep breath; he decided that when he had time, he would definitely look into a mirror and study his expression management.

But Yang Yixie didn't give him that chance.

The teenager leaned forward, the golden eyes behind the lenses staring straight at him, his tone suddenly turning cold and sinister.

"Brother."

Yang Yichen's back inexplicably grew a bit cold.

You guess, why am I here?

Yang Yichen didn't speak; Yang Yixie merely continued to get closer, his voice lowered further.

You guess, how did Mom and Dad die?

Yang Yichen's pupils shrank abruptly.

You guess, why does everyone tell you your brother is dead, yet I'm standing before you now?

Yang Yixie looked at his brother's wary expression and silently gave his acting a perfect score.

Then he slowly opened his mouth, speaking in the gloomiest, weirdest tone suited for ghost stories, word by word:

"Be—cause—I—faked—death—"

Yang Yichen: "......."

Silence.

A long silence.

Yang Yixie waited to see his brother's reaction, only to see Yang Yichen take a deep breath.

Then a hand reached out and fiercely gripped his face.

"Does it hurt?" Yang Yichen asked.

Ying Duo, expressionless, was being choked by him and answered indistinctly, "It hurts."

"Then it's not a ghost."

Yang Yichen released his grip and gave him a look that said, "You little brat, just wait."

Yang Yixie rubbed his reddened cheeks, still expressionless.

"What if ghosts also feel pain?"

"Shut up." Yang Yichen was just as unsparing toward his troublesome brother.

Yang Yixie shut up.

Yang Yichen found his mind still blank; although he'd habitually retorted to Yang Yixie, he still hadn't processed it.

Although he'd had some mental preparation upon seeing that wanted poster, Yang Yixie showing up at his door was still too fast.

He had no doubt about his brother's troublemaking ability; the real world might be okay, but in this lawless wasteland where their parents are dead, Yang Yichen had no doubt about his brother's danger level.

He'd already suspected his brother's death was a bit hasty—look, he's literally faked his death and appeared.

Ying Duo looked at Yang Yichen's dazed expression and tilted his head.

"Scared?"

Yang Yichen didn't answer; he just stared at Ying Duo's gold eyes behind the lenses, then reached up and roughly rubbed his hair.

Ying Duo staggered from the rubbing, his black-framed glasses nearly falling off.

Indeed, when brain‑burning, doing this is still the most relieving.

Accustomed to cleaning up his brother's various messes, Yang Yichen thought thus.