At the same time, I traveled through time and space, I dominated the heavens and the worlds

Constantine, gripping the steering wheel, rolled his eyes: "First of all, Satan wouldn't choose a child as his incarnation. Your assumption is invalid."

Lin Bei smiled slightly and pointed to a house in the distance: "Don't speak too soon, drive that way."

Constantine glanced at Lin Bei with suspicion, but didn't ask any further questions. He simply drove the car over as Lin Bei had requested.

When the car stopped in front of the house, Constantine sat inside, glanced around, and hesitated before asking, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Is there really something wrong here?"

Lin Bei got out of the car and glanced at Constantine indifferently: "If I say it's true, then it's true. If you're not experienced enough, don't keep doubting this and that. Get out of the car now!"

Constantine lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then lazily got out of the car.

The two walked across the lawn one after the other and arrived at the front door of the three-story detached house.

This time, Lin Bei didn't let Constantine knock on the door. Instead, he went up himself and knocked twice.

A short while later, the door was opened, but there was no one on the other side.

Constantine was stunned for a moment, thinking it was the work of a demon, but then he saw Lin Bei lower his head and say coldly, "You've got some nerve, to be the one who opened the door."

Constantine looked in that direction and froze.

The person who opened the door was a little boy with dark brown hair, who looked to be about five years old.

Child?

Constantine looked at the little boy who still had to stand on tiptoe to grasp the doorknob, and seeing his blank expression, he couldn't help but say helplessly to Lin Bei, "Hey, hey, hey, the demon incarnation you're talking about isn't him, is it? Do you think someone as arrogant as Satan would choose a child who could be strangled to death as his human incarnation? If he really did that, he would be laughed at to death by the other demons in Hell."

Lin Bei ignored Constantine, only coldly staring at the child: "Are you going to reveal your true form and fight me directly, or will I kill you in this form?"

The chill emanating from Lin Bei was intense, and the five-year-old child who opened the door gradually reddened his eyes and actually stood at the door and started to sob.

Someone inside heard the child crying and rushed out.

Lin Bei looked up and saw that it was a middle-aged woman who came out. Judging from her clothes, she was a nanny.

Mrs. Barack, the nanny, rushed to Damian's side, bent down to pick him up, patted his back gently to comfort him, and looked at the two men outside the door with a wary expression: "Who are you two gentlemen? What are you doing in our house? What did you just say to little Damian? You scared him!"

Little Damian nestled in Mrs. Barack's arms, glancing at Lin Bei and Constantine with teary eyes, then burying his face in Mrs. Barack's chest, whispering how scared he was.

Constantine frowned slightly, about to explain something, when Lin Bei raised his hand to stop him.

Lin Bei stared at Mrs. Barack for a while with an indifferent expression, then casually asked, "Where are his parents? Are they home?"

Mrs. Barack looked at them with increasing suspicion and wariness. She held little Damian tightly with one arm and placed the other on the door, saying, "Excuse me, we do not accept any door-to-door sales. Please leave."

After saying that, Mrs. Barack prepared to close the door.

Lin Bei stretched his leg forward, blocking the doorway. He smiled faintly and said, "I want to see Damian's parents. After all, before I kill him, I should at least let his parents know what kind of person this guy I've been raising for five years is."

Mrs. Barack was shocked and tried to push Lin Bei out to close the door, but she was no match for Lin Bei's strength.

The two remained silent for a few seconds. Mrs. Barack, her face darkening, stared at Lin Bei and forced out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Watch your words! Don't even think about insulting our great Lord!"

Lin Bei sneered, while Constantine looked on in astonishment: "Oh my, could he really be the incarnation of Satan? How come he even has followers? Don't his parents know?"

Lin Bei chuckled and gently pushed the door open. Mrs. Barack, who had been holding the door shut, cried out in surprise and stumbled backward.

She quickly shielded Damian in her arms, landing on her back to avoid hurting the child.

Lin Bei slowly walked into the house: "Since they are unwilling to reveal their true forms even after seeing me, then I don't need to be polite to them. I'm here today to also stop Damian from killing his adoptive parents."

Constantine, a cigarette dangling from his lips, followed him into the house: "Foster parents? You've got some kind of supernatural ability again? You've investigated their family so thoroughly."

Seeing the two men barge into the house, Mrs. Barack, who had barely managed to get up from the floor, turned pale and frantically put Damian down, pushing him upstairs: "Little Damian! Go find your parents, they're trying to harm you!"

Damian staggered, then turned and ran upstairs, crying.

Given Lin Bei's abilities, stopping a five-year-old child would be an easy task.

But he didn't do that.

Instead, he watched Damian stagger towards the stairs, struggling to escape upstairs.

Lin Bei scoffed, snapped his fingers, and activated the power of the Shadow Monarch.

Black liquid surged from beneath Lin Bei's feet, rushing towards Mrs. Barack.

Mrs. Barack tried to turn and run away, but the black liquid wrapped around her ankles, leaving her half-upside down in the air.

Mrs. Barack screamed in terror, struggling and yelling, "What do you want! I'm calling the police! Put me down! My God, what is this thing? What are you trying to do to me?!"

Lin Bei used the black liquid to suspend Mrs. Barack as he walked into the house.

Meanwhile, Robert and Catherine, who were on the second floor, met Damian, who was in a panic and crying incessantly. Catherine picked up Damian in a daze: "My baby, my angel, why are you crying like this? What happened? Where is Mrs. Barack?"

Damian sobbed, hugged Catherine's neck, and gently pinched Robert's fingers, saying in a pitiful voice, "There's a bad guy coming in, Mrs. Barack, let me run quickly and find my father and mother."

Upon hearing this, Robert and Catherine's expressions changed drastically.

They exchanged a glance and both saw worry in each other's eyes.

Why did we encounter intruders so soon after moving here?
Robert's job was somewhat unusual, giving him a certain status in this small town, and some people didn't welcome them.

They feared it was someone sent by their adversaries to kidnap their child, Damian.

Robert frowned. He had to go downstairs to check, but he was worried about leaving Catherine and Damian on the second floor.

The fact that Damian came up here all alone suggests that the intruder did it on purpose.

Robert thought for a moment, then put his arm around Catherine with a worried look and whispered, "Come down with me. At least I can guarantee you won't be attacked from the second floor. No matter what happens down there, you must protect you and Damian."

Catherine and Robert were of the same mind. She hugged Damian tightly, nodded palely, and decided to go downstairs with Robert.

Of course, Robert wouldn't just go downstairs empty-handed.

He first dialed 911 to report the situation, then retrieved a hunting rifle from his study, held it in his arms, and had Catherine carry Damian behind him as they walked downstairs step by step.

The 911 operator suggested they stay on the second floor, but Robert, worried about Mrs. Barack's safety, decided to take Catherine down with him.

Of course, the couple also specifically asked Damian how many intruders there were and whether they were armed.

Although Damian was only five years old, the couple knew that he was very intelligent and could express what he saw very well.

Damian answered the two men easily, and found no dangerous items they were carrying.

The couple breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then Robert led the way, followed by Catherine, as the family of three carefully made their way downstairs.

They moved very quietly, and Damian was very well-behaved, making no sound.

When they arrived on the first floor, they found it very quiet. There were no footsteps, no sounds of things being rummaged through, and none of the cursing they had imagined.

Even Mrs. Barack's voice was not heard.

How is this going?

Robert hesitated for a moment, then cautiously approached the living room, gripping his shotgun. Just as he stepped inside, a calm voice came from his side: "What are you doing with a gun? You don't think it can kill us, do you?"

Robert was startled and instinctively raised his gun and fired to the side.

A loud "bang" was heard, and the bullet flew out.

Robert was an office worker and rarely handled guns. After firing the first shot, Robert almost dropped the shotgun. His hand trembled, and he pulled the safety again, wanting to fire another shot.

Just then, a stream of black liquid came from the side, snatched the shotgun in Robert's hand, and devoured it completely.

Robert was terrified by what he saw, and he suddenly looked up at the person standing on the side of the living room.

He was a young man with black hair, a calm expression, and an aura of detachment about him.

But he had to admit that the other person gave him a very kind feeling.

No, that's not the point.

The key point is that he just fired the gun and it definitely hit the target, so why is this person still standing here perfectly fine, without even bleeding?

Robert was anxious and couldn't help but ask the question.

Before Lin Bei could answer, Constantine, who was sitting on the sofa smoking, smiled lazily: "Oh my god, he actually thinks a bullet can penetrate you. If bullets were effective, neither of us would have barged in and been sitting here so casually."

Catherine then smelled the strong odor of smoke in the air. She covered Damian's nose, frowned, and scolded, "I don't care who you are, but smoking in someone else's house is very impolite, especially with children here. Please be mindful of your behavior."

Constantine sat up and peered over, scoffing, "Sure enough, this is a high-class family. They even care about things like smoking. It's a pity I was born into a lower class and don't know all these intricacies."

Lin Bei sighed helplessly, glanced at the bullets lying on the ground, and said calmly, "Stop beating around the bush. I came to see you with serious business. I wanted to..."

Before she could finish speaking, Catherine looked towards the center of the living room and let out a terrified scream: "My God, what have you done to Mrs. Barack? How could you treat her so cruelly! Put her down!"

Lin Bei followed Catherine's gaze and saw Mrs. Barack, enveloped in black liquid, hanging upside down from the chandelier in the center of the living room.

Her face was flushed, clearly indicating that she had been hanging for some time, but her mouth was gagged, so she couldn't make a sound.

This does indeed look like elder abuse.

Lin Bei snapped his fingers, and the black liquid put Mrs. Barack down, but he didn't let go of her; he just removed the black liquid from her mouth.

Lin Bei said helplessly, "She's so noisy, I had to gag her."

As soon as Lin Bei finished speaking, Mrs. Barack screamed, "Sir, Madam, don't believe him! He's the most evil heretic in the world!"

He's here to take Damian away. Damian is the purest child in the world. He wants to kidnap Damian and then sacrifice him. Sir, Madam, don't listen to his nonsense! He's trying to use sweet words to make you hate Damian!

Mrs. Barack's voice was sharp and shrill, and it took Robert and Catherine quite a while to understand what she was saying.

Robert and Catherine's expressions changed drastically. They warily protected the trembling Damian: "I don't care what kind of heretics you are, but Damian is our child. We could never hate our own child. Please leave now."

We've already called 911, and the police are on their way. Leave now, and we can pretend nothing happened. But if you insist on staying, you will be arrested for trespassing!

Lin Bei sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, then continued calmly, "First of all, regardless of whether we are heretics or not, I did come for your son Damian."

Secondly, you've raised him for five years, didn't you notice anything unusual? For example, wherever he is, no small animal will approach him.
Whenever he goes out with you, something bad always happens, whether it's a car accident or some other accident. Even your job transfer this time is because of Damian.

"Let me tell you the truth, as Damian grows up, your lives will get worse and worse, and eventually, he might even take your lives. Even then, will you still want to continue living with him?"

Robert and Catherine showed different expressions after hearing this.

Catherine's first reaction was to rebuke Lin Bei: "Who do you think you are? Do you think you know Damian better than me? Damian is my son, I know him better than anyone else in the world!"
He doesn't like to talk when he goes out, nor does he like to interact with other children, but he is the smartest child in the world, and he will be a genius in the future!
I will not allow you to slander him like this, and I will never hand my child over to you! As for what you've said, I think it's just a coincidence. After all, there are too many people in the world who are disliked by animals!

After saying that, Catherine moved closer to Robert: "Robert, don't you think so?"

Unfortunately, Catherine never received a reply from Robert.

Robert's expression was particularly grave.

He glanced at Damian discreetly, then looked at Lin Bei: "What else do you know?"

Lin Bei shrugged: "I know far too much. His relationship with you... are you sure your wife can handle it?" (End of Chapter)