Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

The foam of dishwashing liquid reflects a rainbow-like luster in the sunlight.

The May sunshine splashed on the iron roof of the vegetable market like molten copper, and the steaming heat waves distorted the air.

Ye Fan stood in front of the vegetable stall, his blue eyes slightly narrowed under his black hair, like two glaciers penetrated by sunlight.

He was wearing a simple white cotton and linen shirt today, with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

"Xiaoye, today's ribs are super fresh."

Uncle Wang at the pork stall wiped his sweat with a greasy towel, and the pork ribs on the chopping board had a pink sheen.

"Knowing you were coming, I saved the best part just for you."

Ye Fan smiled and nodded, and gently moved the ribs with his slender fingers to check the freshness.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang. Two more pounds of pork belly, please."

His voice was gentle and clear, carrying the youthful vigor. "Ming Fei is clamoring for braised pork."

"Haha, that kid. Eat more, you're all growing."

Uncle Wang laughed heartily and turned around to cut a few more pieces of thick meat for Ye Fan.

Just as Uncle Wang turned around to cut the meat, Ye Fan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

He smelled it—that sweet, fishy smell mixed with rust and decay, as if someone had spilled a bucket of spoiled blood on the asphalt road in midsummer.

As an SS-rank hybrid, his sensitivity to the aura of dragon blood is comparable to that of a pure-blooded dragon.

The customer at the next stall had his back to him, his black stand-up collar windbreaker looking out of place in the 30-degree weather.

The man was half a head taller than Ye Fan, with exaggeratedly broad shoulders. When the hem of his windbreaker swayed with his movements, an unnatural bulge could be vaguely seen at the back of his waist - as if there was some protrusion hidden under his clothes.

You have to know that Ye Fan is 1 meters tall, which means he is half a head taller than him, so he must be at least 78 meters tall.

He stood out among ordinary people, and he was even hunchbacked. If he stood up completely, he would be at least two meters tall.

This is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Wrap it all up, don't cut it."

The customer's voice was hoarse as if his vocal cords had been rubbed with sandpaper, and each syllable had a strange vibrato.

Ye Fan pretended to pick tomatoes, but in fact he was observing his reflection through the stainless steel basin on the stall.

In the distorted image on the basin, a man was taking money out of his wallet.

A part of the wrist was exposed between the black leather gloves and the cuffs.

The skin there was covered with spider-web-like blue-black lines, as if ink was flowing in the blood vessels.

Chapter 18 Raw Meat

"Raw meat as you requested."

The stall owner handed over two large bags of bloody meat, and the plastic bags were quickly stained red by the seeping blood.

When the man took the bag, Ye Fan noticed that there was a hole on the index finger of his glove.

The exposed nails were an unhealthy gray-blue color, and the tips were slightly curved like hooks.

What was even more worrying was that every time the shopkeeper moved his arm, a faint stench of decay would float in the air - like raw meat that had been left out for too long.

Ye Fan was very familiar with this smell, it was the smell unique to Deadpool.

The smell of piecing together dead flesh to make something alive.

"Four hundred and seven in all."

The stall owner's voice was trembling, and he was obviously frightened by this strange customer.

After paying, the man suddenly turned around and met Ye Fan's eyes.

At that moment, Ye Fan felt a little chill.

In the shadows, the man's eyes appeared an eerie pale gold, his pupils contracting vertically like a cat's.

What's even more terrifying is that when their eyes met, Ye Fan clearly saw a layer of translucent nictitating membrane floating on the surface of the other's iris, which is a characteristic only of reptiles.

"Young man, what's up?"

The man grinned, revealing two rows of overly sharp teeth. His canines were longer than those of an average person, their tips gleaming with a brassy sheen.

Ye Fan instantly switched to the state of an ordinary high school student, his shoulders slightly hunched inward, his eyes becoming blank and harmless.

"Sorry, I got the wrong person."

He scratched his head and smiled shyly. "You look a lot like my cousin."

The man looked at him deeply, his nostrils twitching slightly, as if he was sniffing something.

Ye Fan immediately controlled his heart rate and suppressed his bloodline to the lowest level.

The guy in front of me probably has his olfactory system damaged. As long as he controls it carefully, it will be impossible for him to detect any abnormality.

The man looked at Ye Fan deeply.

He didn't find anything abnormal about the young man in front of him.

He didn't have time to explore further here. Now he was eager to eat raw meat.

The man turned and left, and Ye Fan silently watched his back.

"Uncle Wang, does that person come here often?"

After the man walked away, Ye Fan took the plastic bag containing the meat and asked.

He noticed that Uncle Wang's fingers were trembling slightly when he gave the change.

"He comes every day for the past week, and each time he orders dozens of kilograms of raw meat."

Uncle Wang lowered his voice, his greasy apron stained with blood.

"They say it's a pet restaurant, but I see..."

He made a drinking gesture and pointed to his temple. "He's probably from an underground dog fighting ring. He's not entirely normal."

Ye Fan nodded, scanned the code to pay, and sent an encrypted text message.

"I'll be back later, I ran into some problems."

The recipient is Lu Mingfei.

He hesitated for a second and added:

"Don't tell Zihang."

If that expressionless junior brother knew that there were suspicious half-bloods moving around in the city, he would definitely come directly with Murasame to kill them.

It is not appropriate for him to get involved in such matters too early.

Let's leave everything to this senior. If possible, he also wants to gain some benefits from these people.

After depositing the vegetable basket at a familiar grocery store, Ye Fan stood in the shadow of the market exit, watching the man's back disappear around the corner.

He took a deep breath and activated the Word Spirit - Mirror Pupil.

As early as half a year ago, he copied Mai's Word Spirit Dark Light.

It can be said to be a perfect latent spirit that can make itself transparent and eliminate its own existence.

The invisible domain expanded with him as the center, and all hybrids within a radius of fifty meters would be affected.

They won't even notice.

Even if Ye Fan was standing behind them, they would not be able to notice that there was someone standing next to them staring at them.

"Let's follow and see."

Ye Fan muttered to himself, his hands in his pockets as he followed. His steps were as light as a cat's, and his sneakers made almost no sound on the asphalt.

No matter what the other party is.

As long as it is not the Dragon King, nothing can disturb his state of mind.

No matter what the purity of the bloodline is, to an SS-level emperor-level hybrid, it is just a child dancing with a sword.

The man's walking route became more and more remote, gradually transitioning from the bustling commercial district to the old residential area, and finally turning into an abandoned logistics park.

The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and the shadow was distorted on the uneven road surface, and occasionally it would suddenly expand, as if something was about to break out of the body.

Ye Fan maintained a distance of about 100 meters. His SS-level bloodline gave him extraordinary vision and hearing.

He could clearly hear the shopkeeper's heavy breathing and the sound of some liquid dripping - blood.

The blood oozing out of the plastic bag held by the shopkeeper was dripping onto the scorching road surface, making a slight "hissing" sound and emitting white smoke with a smell of rust.

When the shopkeeper turned into a warehouse in the deepest part of the park, Ye Fan noticed that his steps became strange.

The left leg was obviously stiff, the knee joint seemed unable to bend, and every step felt like dragging something heavy.

What was even more bizarre was that the shopkeeper's shoulders began to twitch irregularly, and the bulge on the back of his windbreaker squirmed violently, as if there was some living thing hidden under the clothes.

Ye Fan hid behind a rusty forklift and observed the interior of the warehouse through the broken window.

The scene before him shocked him.

Seven people sat around a long table covered with plastic cloth, which was piled with various raw meats: bloody steaks, whole chickens, and even a few pieces of dark red meat whose origins were unknown.

They tore at the raw meat like starving beasts, their nails had turned into black claws and their teeth had become sharp and long.

This is a symptom of a clearly out-of-control bloodline.

They have begun to move towards the abyss continuously.

The abyss called "Deadpool".

A woman with dyed red hair took out a piece of beef heart with her hands.

The jagged teeth easily tore through the tough myocardium, and dark red blood dripped down her chin onto her chest.

In the corner were stacked a dozen or so wooden boxes covered in mud, some of which had been opened, revealing bronze and porcelain artifacts inside.

Ye Fan could clearly see the patterns on those objects.

In typical Tang Dynasty style, cloud dragon patterns and Baoxiang flowers are interwoven, and several pieces are engraved with the "Kaiyuan" reign mark.