Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 478: The meal is finished
Feng Ju stared at Feng Mu deeply, and suddenly remembered that his wife had indeed mentioned to him that his son was harassed by gang thugs some time ago.

But he didn't care at that time.

Now, the memories all match up.

"I see."

Feng Ju's doubts gradually disappeared.

"I am too suspicious. This rebellious son doesn't know Zheng Hang at all. Zheng Hang's appearance in No. 8 Middle School has nothing to do with him. Everything is just a coincidence."

Feng Ju's gaze turned to the obedient girl beside him.

Feng Yuhuai was holding his chin with one hand, his eyes sparkling, concentrating like a child fascinated by a story.

He wanted to confirm whether his daughter had really not encountered [Masked] in the underground shaft, but then he changed his mind and thought - this child has always been well-behaved and sensible, how could she be involved with such a dark and terrifying monster.

He reached out and ruffled his daughter's hair, the jasmine scent of shampoo wafting from his fingertips.

Feng Yuhuai immediately rubbed his palm like a kitten, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

This familiar action completely dispelled Feng Ju's last doubts - yes, why bother asking?

This was the first time Feng Yuhuai heard the details of her "boyfriend", and she was immediately filled with thoughts.

She shook Feng Ju's arm, blinked her big innocent eyes and asked:

"Dad, you haven't answered my brother's question yet. How did Zheng Hang become a [Mask]? Um, a monster like [Mask] that looks like a human but not a human."

Feng Yuhuai felt like he was being scratched by a cat:
"According to the conversation between my father and brother, my boyfriend was possessed by the evil sacrifice on March 3, not much earlier than me. But why is he ten times stronger than me?"

"Is it because I missed some steps in feeding the Puppet Mother, or is it because the evil priest behind him is much more powerful than the Puppet Mother... Well, can I also..."

We have to admit that Feng Yuhuai's excellence is no accident - his keen sense of power and thirst for knowledge are truly admirable.

Feng Ju did not hide it, but answered:
"The truth is, Zheng Hang killed a female student and then completed a satanic ritual."

"If you kill people and complete evil sacrificial rituals, you can turn into a monster?" Feng Yuhuai's eyes widened, with just the right expression of fear on his face.

Feng Ju did not notice the subtlety in his daughter's words.

What Feng Yuhuai said was "this will turn you into a monster", not "this will turn you into a monster".

Although there is only one letter difference between "can" and "will", the subjective intentions behind them are completely opposite.

Feng Ju shook his head, his face slightly gloomy and said:
"Generally speaking, it's impossible. Although I don't know what the evil sacrifice is, I don't think it will grant every wish."

"There are quite a few cases of evil sacrifices in the lower city every year, but as far as I know, it seems that Zheng Hang is the only one who succeeded."

At this point, Feng Ju's voice unconsciously lowered a few notes:
"So, either Zheng Hang is just lucky, or his evil ritual is special?!!"

Feng Yuhuai's breathing became slightly faster.

She pretended to choke on the soup and covered the trembling of her mouth with a tissue.

Feng Ju suddenly looked at his daughter warily, his expression suddenly becoming serious.

He reached out and pressed Feng Yuhuai's shoulders hard, and said earnestly:
"Yu Huai, you must not be interested in these evil ways."

There was a rare severity in his voice.
"You are the pride and hope of our family, a true genius, and you will have a bright future."

"There's no need to think about these nonsense. Those are just stupid and crazy choices made by those useless people with no talent or ability... in desperate situations."

Feng Ju's three views on life were still very positive. He looked deeply into his daughter's trembling eyes, then glanced at his son's calm eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Remember, there is no future in being a monster. It will only lead you into the abyss, and will also drag your entire family into the abyss of no return."

Feng Yuhuai raised his little face proudly, with a honey-like smile blooming on the corners of his lips: "Dad is right, I will remember it all."

Feng Mu watched the scene of loving father and filial daughter, and responded in a gentle voice at the right time:
"Father, you're worrying too much. Yuhuai always listens to you and will never let you down." Feng Yuhuai looked at Feng Mu sweetly and felt that his brother was different and not as annoying as before.

Feng Ju also glanced at Feng Mu, feeling that his daughter was still well-behaved and that his rebellious son had finally bowed to him again.

"It seems that this unfilial son has finally learned his lesson. Does he know that his sister is going to the upper city? He is much more sensible than before, huh..." Feng Ju thought to himself.

He nodded with satisfaction: "Father, of course I believe that our Yu Huai will never let me down."

Feng Yuhuai gently stroked the bangs that were messed up by his father, turned his eyes to the camera on the coffee table, and innocently changed the subject:

"By the way, Dad, where did this camera come from?"

"A reporter." Feng Ju answered casually.

"reporter?"

Feng Yuhuai showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

"Is it the guy from Prism TV? I saw the live clip online! It was filmed by this camera. He was so brave to secretly film those monsters."

"brave?!"

Feng Ju sneered and picked up a piece of shiny meat. The greasy juice burst between his teeth:

"He was just a fool who didn't know his own limitations and wanted to risk his life to get ahead. What was the result?"

Feng Ju put down his chopsticks with a sarcastic sneer on his face:
"All the rotten flesh was fed to the rats in the sewer."

"Oh, he's dead."

Feng Yuhuai covered her mouth in panic, her eyelashes trembling and drooping, casting a shadow on her face.
“It’s so pathetic”

She lowered her eyes, her heart filled with joy:
"It's a good thing that he died. Since the reporter who took the photos is dead, it means that the contents of the memory card have not been seen by anyone yet."

What Feng Yuhuai didn't know was——

Feng Ju did say "the reporter is dead", but he did not say there was only one reporter.

Feng Yuhuai naturally thought.
There was only one person who risked his life to take the photos.

A wonderful misunderstanding between father and daughter!
Feng Mu's glasses reflected the light from the chandelier, his Adam's apple rolled silently, but in the end he said nothing.

Feng Ju habitually seized every opportunity to instill in his daughter the ways of life:
“Yu Huai, you are excellent, but when you go to Upper City in the future, the people around you may also be excellent, and the competition may be more intense than ever before.

Dad doesn't distrust you, but you must always know your own worth. Remember, don't be reckless. You are a talented person, so don't take dangerous opportunities.

You have to take every step carefully and promise dad that you will never take any risks? "

Feng Yuhuai nodded vigorously, his eyes firm, and repeated seriously:
"Dad, I promise you, I will take every step carefully and will never put myself in a dangerous situation, even if it is just a possible danger."

Before Feng Ju could smile with relief, his cell phone suddenly vibrated violently.

The moment he answered the phone, his expression suddenly froze:

"What? Who are you talking about? I'll be there right away!"

He stood up suddenly and rushed out without even having time to put on his coat.

Feng Yuhuai reacted very quickly, trotted to get his coat and ran out.

The dim light in the corridor stretched the shadows of the father and daughter, one in front and one behind, very long.
Feng Mu was still sitting at the dining table, looking deeply at the back of his mother who was busy in the kitchen.

Then he stood up slowly, walked over and closed the door gently.

An almost inaudible sigh escaped from his lips and dissipated in the aroma of the food that was gradually cooling down on the table: "The meal is finished..."

(End of this chapter)