Chapter 340: Homeward!

"But there's one point..."

Su Ming was about to brush this off, when that lazy voice drifted back again.

This time, it carried a rare hint of hesitation.

The Speaker thought for a moment, there's another place that doesn't add up.

Su Ming's eyebrows twitched slightly.

This guy has lived for tens of thousands of years; what strange person or odd event hasn't passed his eyes?

"What place?"

Original Clan aura naturally repels light.

The Matchstick Brothers' voices were measured and precise.

The purer the bloodline, the more it prefers shade and fears sun.

This thing is carved into the bones; it cannot be changed later.

Hearing that, Su Ming glanced toward the bedroom door.

The bright patch of light still spread on the floor, and the little girl sat in the center, back to him.

She was carefully stacking blocks, not a single one falling.

"So..."

So, any trace that picks up Original Clan aura, even just a scrap...

The Matchstick Brothers paused.

The normal reaction should be fear of light.

When exposed to sunlight, a mild case causes discomfort, a severe case causes damage.

No matter what, they wouldn't go out of their way to bask in the sun, right?!

But look at this little girl...

Su Ming listened to the voice in his head while staring at that tiny figure.

The scorching noon sun was pounding solidly on Zhao Xinghe.

The little girl not only didn't dodge, but also tilted her head slightly upward.

Like a cat sunbathing its belly.

Her eyes were almost narrowed to slits, a demeanor of utter contentment.

What the hell, could this be linked to vampires?!

…

"You mean this little girl not only digested your blood, but also ate the sunlight‑averse gene?"

The Speaker is also not certain.

It didn't lie.

After all—

This little girl, what merit, what ability?!

Even the Ancestor gave it, and it still can't make sense of it.

It could also be... reversed.

"Reversed?"

The Speaker hasn't seen her method of digesting bloodlines.

The final product, the Speaker can't guarantee it still follows Original Clan logic.

The Matchstick Brothers' tone was flat.

When something reaches its extreme, it must reverse!

Perhaps she thrives under sunlight like a fish in water.

But it could also be... just not the right time yet.

Most likely there's no problem, maybe even a good thing!

But...

Su Ming didn't respond.

He nodded.

He understood.

Not afraid of ten thousand.

Only afraid of the one in a million!

Now even the Ancestor can't gauge the situation—

Who can claim to know for sure?

Blessings and calamities often go hand in hand.

"So, we just observe like this, taking one step and seeing as we go?!"

Wait until night.

The Matchstick Brothers' answer was concise and decisive.

At night the yin energy is heavy; it's easier for the Speaker to act.

That bloodline consciousness, which carries our clan's aura, only at night becomes easier to manifest and more stable!

It itself drifts in the border layer; the chaotic daytime yang compresses it, making it shrink and see nothing clearly.

At night, perhaps even you can sense something!

Then the Speaker can give you a more precise answer.

Su Ming grunted, not asking further.

Fine, we'll wait.

In Jiangzhou, just being a bit foolish.

Just treat it as a holiday for myself!

……

Soon, Zhao Gang and his wife came out of the kitchen.

On the table: a bowl of egg drop soup, two meat and two vegetable dishes, and a plate of small pickles.

Home-style, simple, steaming hot.

Su Ming walked to the side of the table, lowering his voice a bit.

"Xing He should be fine, don't worry too much."

"I'll also check again tonight!"

Zhao Gang and his wife exchanged a glance, their eye sockets slightly reddened.

They believed him.

They believed him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Xing He, come eat!"

Su Ming waved at the little girl in the bedroom, his Smile Mask beamed.

……

Thump-thump-thump—!

Half a minute later, the little girl ran out.

She went to the chopstick holder, swiftly pulled out a pair, turned and handed them to Su Ming.

"Big brother, for you!"

"Thank you!"

Su Ming took it with a smile.

Afterwards, she without hesitation pulled out several more pairs.

One pair for her mother.

One pair for her father.

All distributed.

But……

Su Ming's gaze fell on her hand, quietly sinking a bit.

The little girl, holding a pair of chopsticks in each hand.

There was an extra pair!

And she herself……

Was completely unaware that anything was wrong.

Her expression calm and clean, she sat down on the chair, already urging him to drink the soup.

"Big brother, my mom's egg drop soup is especially delicious, you should try it quickly!"

"Good!"

Su Ming picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful.

Interesting!......

At 2 p. m., the sun slanted.

Su Ming, wearing an unknown mask, went out.

He came back for a trip.

Naturally, he wanted to walk around more.

The city area.

The old street area near the Vegetable Market.

Livestock Farm.

The basement that previously hid the Scarlet Throne.

The riverside where he first discovered the twin altars, connected to the Nine Heavens Fairy Realm, and obtained the Soul Dagger.

The factory hiding the K-type altar.

And the abandoned open-air stage connected to the Zhutian Drama Workshop.

And so on, and so on.

He revisited all of them once again!

In passing, he completed three sacrifices.

All three were purple, his luck was a bit bad!

"What the hell, did my hand become rusty?!"

At 5:30 p. m., the sun leaned west, casting long shadows.

Su Ming stopped before the iron gate of an old residential complex.

He had lived here for countless years.

Even the wild grass growing in the wall cracks was still recognizable.

"Huh."

Su Ming exhaled deeply and stepped inside.

Although everything here at home that had any meaning was packed up and taken away by him.

But after all, some things remained, leaving countless memories for their family.

And the two people who could no longer wait to return.

Below the apartment building, Su Ming's steps hesitated slightly.

His gaze, following his peripheral vision, glanced to the left.

Behind the old locust tree, someone was there.

By the abandoned bicycle shed on the right, someone was there.

Even the janitor who was lowering his head to sweep the floor...

also seemed a bit off.

They were hiding fairly properly, with few flaws.

If it were an ordinary person, they might truly not notice.

But in front of him, that obviously wouldn't work.

As for him now...

He's terrifyingly strong!

"Most likely they're Official personnel."

Su Ming's steps were normal as he began to go upstairs.

Before he left Jiangzhou, he had already reached an agreement with those few people from the Jiangzhou Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau.

They assigned people to guard his home, leaving a guarantee.

Now that he's returned, the guard hasn't been withdrawn.

That's quite genuine.

As for saying hello?

There's no need for that.

Soon, Su Ming arrived in front of his home.

He took out the key and inserted it into the lock.

Click—!

The lock core turned, making a soft sound.

But Su Ming's hand stopped on the door handle.

He didn't push the door.

He just stood there, like a post rooted in the ground.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

His fingertip lightly rubbed the edge of the keyhole.

How did he suddenly feel...

... a bit off!

"I just wanted to take a vacation; why is it so hard?!"