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The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 220
🕑 Added 2024-03-29 04:21:50 +0000 UTCChapter 220
"I'm your second uncle, Xiao Yan has grown so big?" the leading man said in a dialect.
The woman beside him pushed him away, smiling, "I'm your second aunt. I even helped wash your diapers when you were little."
Then another man spoke, "I'm your little uncle."
"I'm your aunt."
"Alas, your father passed away early, leaving just you behind. From now on, life..."
"I don't know who Xiao Yan you're talking about is, I don't know you either," Ling Chunan smiled at them, interrupting their words, "You must have the wrong door."
The second aunt looked at Ling Chunan, not seeming to lie, gave the second uncle a look, nudging him, and the second uncle touched his head, murmuring, "Impossible, I remember Xie Quan used to live here."
The second aunt glanced at Ling Chunan again, lowering her voice glaring at the second uncle, "How did Xie Quan have such a good-looking child?"
"That's true..."
Little uncle: "But Xie Quan bought this house here, I've been here before."
Second aunt: "That was over a decade ago, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Little uncle: "Well, I don't remember very clearly, you know I'm not very smart."
The group argued messily, holding their own opinions, but in the end, they couldn't agree. Ling Chunan listened for a while, feeling a bit sleepy, and went inside.
The few people still discussing heatedly hadn't come to a conclusion. The children noticed Ling Chunan entering the house but just tugged at the adults, ignoring him.
"Host, these are indeed Xie Quan's relatives, but they haven't been in touch for over a decade," 098 read out the information to Ling Chunan. "They came to Jiangcheng because they heard about the demolition. After the demolition, they could receive a huge compensation and a house. Plus, with Xie Quan dead, the family only has you, a child, so they are here to fight for your custody."
Xie Quan's relatives didn't make a move before his death, but as soon as he died, so many relatives and friends came, especially choosing after his funeral to do so, showing their malicious intentions.
Ling Chunan nodded, indicating he understood, then glanced outside the window, where a white figure flashed by.
"098," Ling Chunan called out.
"Present, host!" 098 responded.
"Do you see anyone outside the window?" Ling Chunan asked.
"…?" 098 checked again and again, then realized this world starred a Taoist master as the protagonist, and its host had now acquired one of the male lead's golden fingers, surely able to see some incredible things. They were on the sixth floor, so it was definitely impossible for someone to be outside the window. 098 instantly understood, "You mean, there's… someone outside?"
Ling Chunan smiled and didn't continue, "Keep an eye on the door for me."
"Of course, host." Being a close observer was within its experience.
However, 098 soon felt it might have a bug in its program when the six people outside started fighting out of nowhere, children crying. Strangely, no neighbors seemed to hear the commotion, which was too weird.
About an hour later, it finally quieted down outside. The people who had fought, bruised and swollen, left with harsh words, ending their relationship.
098 felt somewhat pleased when reporting to Ling Chunan, but couldn't figure out what had happened, feeling unbearable being kept in the dark. It decided to check the system store again.
Ling Chunan wasn't surprised; he absent-mindedly touched the jade imprint on his wrist, staring at an empty corner for a while, then said, "Come out."
098, having activated the Tianyan skill, followed Ling Chunan's gaze but saw nothing.
One minute passed, then two minutes…
Five minutes passed with no movement. 098 was about to think its newly purchased Tianyan was fake when the air in that corner seemed to twist, and a figure gradually emerged.
098: "…" It suddenly regretted spending a fortune on activating Tianyan.
It never expected that this time the man turned into a non-human.
Ling Chunan looked at the man in front of him. If it weren't for being a ghost, this man's image could be considered quite handsome, but his eyes were surprisingly clear, "What's your name? Why are you following me?"
"Tang Shouxu." The man seemed a bit nervous, "I woke up and found myself with you."
Hearing this name, 098's first reaction was how familiar this name sounded, then it suddenly realized, wasn't this the name of the big villain the host was supposed to kill in the mission? This put them on opposing sides.
At that
moment, it heard its host's laughter, "I knew this mission wouldn't be so simple."
098 tentatively asked, "Aren't you worried, host?"
"Worried about what?"
"Are you really planning to kill him?"
In the original story, Tang Shouxu appeared in the later stages, becoming the king of all ghosts, completely antagonistic towards the protagonist. Normally, such a big villain would definitely be eliminated by the protagonist, but he wasn't.
Even at the end of the story, he was alive and well, even creating a new space for himself and his subordinates, showing a sense of owning his domain, disdainful of the male lead.
Ling Chunan didn't answer 098's question but turned to Tang Shouxu, "Come here."
Tang Shouxu hesitated before walking over to Ling Chunan, standing upright and well-behaved.
Ling Chunan internally nodded, silly but sensible, "How did you wake up? When did you wake up?"
"About the day before yesterday morning, when you were sleeping, your blood woke me up," Tang Shouxu pointed at Ling Chunan's wrist.
Ling Chunan raised his left wrist for him to see. Tang Shouxu looked at the imprint, suddenly smiling foolishly, "That's my name."
Then Ling Chunan asked some more questions, but the man knew nothing, obviously having lost his memory.
Ling Chunan finally shook his head, "Come here."
"Darling… are you angry?" Tang Shouxu cautiously asked, his expression anxious, "I really don't remember, I'll try harder to think."
"What were you about to call me?" Ling Chunan asked, almost laughing.
Tang Shouxu was at a loss, "I, I…"
Ling Chunan: "Don't worry, I won't be angry, say it."
"Darling." If he wasn't incorporeal, the man's ears would probably be blushing, "Sorry, I just…"
"I like this nickname, don't change it." Ling Chunan interrupted the man's apology, smiling.
This was obviously an unexpected surprise for the man, "Really?"
Ling Chunan got up and approached Tang Shouxu, "Give me your hand."
Tang Shouxu instinctively stretched out his hand, thinking Ling Chunan couldn't touch him, but suddenly felt his palm grasped.
Not satisfied with the cold temperature from his hand, Ling Chunan rolled up his sleeve, bit down, and then bit several more times.
Only after Ling Chunan stopped did Tang Shouxu ask, "What flavor?"
"Ice cream flavor." Ling Chunan thought for a moment and answered, "Not bad." He was somewhat surprised; after the man turned into this form, eating still gave him a sense of fullness, and he could feel his internal energy increasing.
Tang Shouxu seemed very happy, "Then I'll let you bite me from now on."
Afterward, Tang Shouxu settled down by Ling Chunan's side, following him everywhere, never leaving his side.
Before the house was demolished, several waves of so-called relatives knocked on Ling Chunan's door, but all were driven away by Tang Shouxu in various ways. In the end, not only did they not gain any benefits, but they also left injured or unlucky, and the previously united relationship among the relatives worsened.
After a few months, no one bothered Ling Chunan anymore. He was happy for the peace and started packing to move out.
A whole area nearby was included in the redevelopment project. By then, most of the residents had happily moved into new houses. Two months ago, Ling Chunan didn't take the new house subsidy but insisted on selling the house at a low price, to the bewilderment of many neighbors. Now, most of that money was invested in the stock market by 098, focusing on the stock Ling Chunan and the arcade owner discussed last time. Although the purchase price was much higher than when it was last seen, its performance was still promising, having multiplied several times in a short period.
The confidence in this stock came partly from Ling Chunan's own study of investment and also because, in the original story, this stock was the key to the male lead's fortune. Naturally, it was almost a sure bet.
Just stepping out of the street marked with demolition signs, Ling Chunan ran into an old acquaintance. It was none other than the arcade owner, walking hastily with his head down, looking very unwell.
Ling Chunan watched him walk by without greeting.
098: "Host, there's black smoke coming from his back. Did he encounter something?"
Ling Chunan: "Yes."
"Aren't you going to help him?" 098 asked, having a good impression of the arcade owner from last time.
"If he recognizes me, I'll help him." Ling Chunan smiled.
How could that be?
Recently, Ling Chunan hadn't gone to the arcade at all, and with his current appearance, not just someone barely considered an acquaintance, even Xie Quan might not recognize him as his son, who once had green hair.
098 didn't continue thinking about it because Ling Chunan had already called out to the man, "Boss Cao."
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