Chapter 797

Fang Yang, struck by a sudden thought, was filled with horror. This red stuff—it couldn't be made from human blood, could it!?

"Go home! Go home!"

Fang Yang immediately rushed toward home. Right now, all he wanted was to wash the paint off his fingertips.

In his anxious state, Fang Yang didn't feel like he had forgotten anything, for instance... his livestream.

(Holy crap, Brother Yang is finally awake. My phone screen has been black for an entire night.)

(Sigh, I knew Brother Yang wasn't as attentive as a young girl. Look at this, he just left us brothers here without a care. Pfft! I look down on him!)

(Alright, alright, stop arguing. Brother Yang drank too much last night, after all; it's perfectly normal for him to forget us. Relax, relax.)

(Hey, don't say that! You really shouldn't! Brother Yang is awake now, but has he remembered that he still has the livestream running?)

As soon as these words were spoken, the small livestream room fell deathly silent, becoming extremely quiet and eerie.

(Yeah! We have to give this kid a good talking-to later. Is it okay to not act like a human being?)

"Hiss—ha—ouch, my own big bed is still the most comfortable!"

In the livestream, the fans stared blankly at the ceiling. Hearing Fang Yang's incredibly comfortable voice, they felt something was off.

"My super soft big bed, I've missed you so much."

As he spoke, Fang Yang rubbed against the quilt, but all the fans saw was a sudden darkness.

"Sister Hui, he has already left."

"Mm, I know."

Li Hui responded without lifting her head, busy with her work.

Although many people came for this profession, they didn't dare let so many people vanish into thin air. At most, they sent people to dangerous houses every once in a while.

Moreover, as long as someone could survive, they would definitely cultivate them well. It could be considered... indirectly weakening the enemy's strength.

"By the way, did he discover anything unusual? For example... was there any sign of him probing?"

Holding caution as the top priority, Li Hui, despite having watched Fang Yang press his handprint while he was dead asleep, still felt the need to ask one more question to ensure everything was foolproof.

"No, he looked perfectly normal. It's impossible for him to have any impression of what happened last night."

Chu Youyou didn't think too much and spoke with a firm tone.

"Good, go back to your work. I'll call you if there's anything."

Li Hui waved her hand, and Chu Youyou left very obediently.

"Hmm... Fang Yang, coming out of that place without a single sign of abnormality... Heh, it really makes me excited."

"Boss! Boss!"

A staff member in a white coat started howling again, which infuriated the man called Boss.

"What is it again!!! Don't tell me it's that 9999 again. I've already said, they are just experimental subjects! No need for pity!"

Hearing the Boss's furious voice, the white-coat swallowed nervously, then kept fawning.

"Hehehe, it's not that, Boss. I just think you're working too hard. The conditions here are limited; it's better to go to bed."

Hearing the white-coat's concern, the Boss felt awkward, but he soon coughed twice to recover.

"Ah, you mean that. Fine, I'll head back first."

Knowing he was in the wrong, the Boss's footsteps quickened as he left.

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"Hehehe, walk slowly, Boss, get some good rest! I'll call you when it's time to eat!!!"

The white-coat waved his hand, watching the Boss leave with supreme etiquette.

"... Pfft! What a piece of work! Sleep, sleep, sleep—best if you never wake up for the rest of your life!"

Not long after the burly Boss left, the room was filled with kind greetings directed at him. Oh right, his family members were all included in the well-wishes.

The white-coat nodded with great satisfaction; his eloquence was truly good! He hadn't repeated a single insult!

"Sigh, 9999, I can't help you if the Boss doesn't give the word. You'll have to work hard yourself. After all, there are still many small worlds. If you can't even pass this lowest-difficulty challenge, it just proves I misjudged you."

The white-coat looked regretful. Although he had done everything he could, because the number of experimental subjects was so large, he didn't feel any need to cherish their lives.

"Try hard to stimulate the treasures you possess. After all, you were created from the cells of that person."

The white-coat sighed as he looked at Fang Yang. To live? For an experimental subject, if it were a normal world, it would be fine. But once it exceeded the scope of mortals, it was not something human power could resist—especially since Fang Yang was now facing the power of a supernatural world early on.

"By the way, tell the brothers..."

Lying on his comfortable bed, Fang Yang thought about how the fans didn't know these things yet, and he immediately wanted to open a livestream to talk to them all night... all day.

"Holy crap!!! I forgot to turn off the livestream!"

Fang Yang immediately groped for his newly bought 4399 Supreme Enhanced Ultra-Long Standby Promax Fresh Green phone.

"Sure enough! The livestream is still on!"

Fang Yang clicked his tongue in annoyance. How could he have forgotten? He was truly damned!

"Cough, cough, everyone... eh?"

Fang Yang stared at the black screen of his phone in a daze for a moment, and only when he truly couldn't turn it on did he look up and howl.

"It was really an accident! I didn't turn off the livestream on purpose!"

Fang Yang hurriedly charged his phone, but... it was already too late.

(Yo? Who is this!)

As soon as he started the stream, Fang Yang saw a sarcastic message.

"No, no, no, listen to my explanation! I really still love you all!"

However, no matter how Fang Yang explained, in the eyes of the vast netizens, Fang Yang had already become a scumbag who showed off dining with beauties.

(Heh, what? After having dinner with a beauty, you forgot your brothers? Back home, with no beauty by your side, you come to deal with your brothers? I look down on you.)

Facing the overwhelming negative comments, Fang Yang really wanted to hide right now, but the situation was different! This wasn't something he could just hide from!

"Hey, what are you guys doing? I'm truly defeated."

Fang Yang couldn't help but cover his face, seemingly speechless at the fans' messages. At this moment, he wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

(Alright, alright, stop messing around, let's talk about business.)

Fang Yang felt a headache again. Messing around? Who was messing around? It was clearly you guys who kept messing around, right? Don't go too far!

"Ah? Me? You're talking about me?"

Fang Yang pointed at his own nose, shocked. Good! What a classic case of calling a deer a horse!

But what could he do? He could only spoil his own fans!

"Fine, I'm the one messing around."

Fang Yang nodded. This dirty water had been splashed, so be it.

"Fine, since that's the case, I won't do these little things in front of beauties anymore, or else I'll feel guilty."

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As he spoke, Fang Yang put on a hurt expression.

(Hey!!! Don't, don't! Brother Yang, I was wrong! You should still eat with beauties more often in the future and let us feast our eyes!)

(Yeah, yeah, Brother Yang, we were wrong. You should still eat and club with beauties in the future.)

Ever since Fang Yang said he wouldn't let the fans see beauties, the livestream room immediately became lively.

Looking at the bustling livestream, Fang Yang sneered. A bunch of old perverts, they were finally held in his grasp, weren't they!

"Alright, alright, let's talk business."

Fang Yang coughed twice and then spoke with a serious expression. The fans in the livestream also changed their tone from just a moment ago, all adopting a serious manner.

Seeing this, Fang Yang felt very gratified. It seemed he still had a lot of deterrent power; at least the fans would still listen to him.

"Regarding the strange things that happened that night, what are your thoughts?"

Fang Yang interlaced his fingers under his head, seriously looking at the fans' messages.

(Damn, I have to say, that thing was indeed scary, but... is it really fake, made with props?)

(Hmm... I feel like it's fake. After all, there are many people playing with virtual projections now. Maybe it's just that, and he discussed the hype with the streamer.)

(I feel the same, after all, the streamer is fine.)

Fang Yang twitched his mouth. Did he not know whether that thing was real or fake? That touch—he had kicked it foot by foot; it couldn't be more real.

However, there were not a few fans who thought it was fake, all believing that Fang Yang had colluded with others to perform it on purpose.

"Hey, hey, hey, I can guarantee that the touch was absolutely real, and... you guys should have heard the sound of me beating him up, right?"

Fang Yang crossed his arms. Stunned, aren't you? Let you guys jump to conclusions so rashly.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, the livestream room fell silent instantly, so quiet that Fang Yang thought the number in the top right corner was fake.

(Sigh, Brother Yang, don't think we'll believe you just because you kicked a sack a few times to make impact sounds. You have to know, the public's eyes are bright, careful, and reliable!)