Chapter 236 Chapter 236 Socially anxious father (end)

Zhuozhuo hugged Zhong Qing's legs. Zhong Qing bent down and picked Zhuozhuo up. He patted her back and said gently, "What's wrong?"

"Alas." Zhuozhuo sighed and said like a little adult, "Dad, you're so worry-free."

9972 nodded silently. "Right, right, right!" Despite Zhong Qing's destructive power, he was actually quite stable. As long as he wasn't provoked, he was the most benign and harmless of little white flowers. Unlike the fathers before him, most of them either had personality problems or were driven by profit, disrupting the evolution of their own little worlds. It took a lot of effort to get them to change.

Zhong Qing seemed to understand, but he already had a premonition. He hugged Zhuozhuo tightly, wanting to say, "It's said that one day in heaven equals one year on earth. Zhuozhuo, you've done such a great deed, can't you take a few days off? Can't you wait until your father dies before leaving?"

But he knew that telling it out loud would definitely put Zhuo Zhuo in an awkward position, so he kept silent and just took Zhuo Zhuo to play a nearby dungeon. He still remembered Zhuo Zhuo's curiosity about the dungeon.

For the entire day, except for a half-day nap, Zhuozhuo and Zhong Qing spent their time together playing dungeons. When it was time to leave, they were in a dungeon about family. To save her child, a fragile mother sacrificed her heart to the devil in exchange for power. She slaughtered the wolves, but the moment she held the child, she was finally overcome by the dark element, losing her mind and tearing the child apart.

Zhong Qing hadn't felt anything about this before, but now his heart ached, and he felt completely immersed in the situation. He hugged Zhuozhuo, choked out a quick sob, and then forced a smile as he said, "Zhuozhuo, don't worry. I won't lose myself. I'll stay here and wait for you to come back to see me."

[Wow, he's so good!] 9972 tried hard to liven up the atmosphere.

Zhuozhuo said seriously, "Dad, Zhuozhuo won't be taken away by the wolf. Zhuozhuo is so powerful. He can beat the wolf! Zhuozhuo and Tingdong are together. Tingdong is good and great!"

9972 was so moved that he burst into tears, [Woo woo woo baby——​​]

Zhuozhuo held Zhong Qing's face and assured him, "When Daddy misses Zhuozhuo, just call Zhuozhuo. Zhuozhuo can hear you."

"good."

Zhuozhuo tilted his head and thought for a moment, then softly advised, "Dad, eat well. Don't eat junk food or takeout. Dad, cook for yourself. Eat healthily and stay healthy!"

"Okay, listen to Zhuozhuo." Zhong Qing took a breath and said in a low voice.

Zhuozhuo thought about it again, but couldn't come up with anything for the time being. He said childishly, "Daddy, be good at home and wait for Zhuozhuo."

Zhong Qing was afraid that she would burst into tears if she opened her mouth, so she just nodded vigorously.

Zhuozhuo hugged Zhong Qing's neck, put his face against his cheek, and said reluctantly, "Goodbye, Dad."

Zhong Qing took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "Goodbye."

It was like waking up from a dream. Zhuo Zhuo's figure was no longer before his eyes. Zhong Qing lay on the ground in despair. How could it be so sudden? He came suddenly and left even more suddenly, as if it was specially designed to guide him to another life.

In the pure white system space, 9972 observed Zhuo Zhuo's expression, "Baby, how are you feeling?"

Zhuozhuo clenched his fists and said with great fighting spirit: "Zhuozhuo wants to fight!"

She didn't seem to be affected by the sadness of separation.

9972 is also on fire, [The last world, charge!!!]

“Go, go, go!”

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[This is a twisted world, and your honest father is no longer honest.]

As soon as 9972 arrived in the new world, he informed Zhuozhuo of the unfortunate news. "Baby, this world is a bit crazy. If you feel uncomfortable at all, you must tell me. Remember?"

"Remember that."

Zhuozhuo stood on the street, looking around curiously. "Tongtong, why does this place look so good, but it feels so shabby? Are you all about to cry?"

Everywhere you look, there is a desolation. It is clearly a bustling city center, but it seems to be covered with a layer of gray filter. There is a numb feeling that everyone is struggling in the end times.

9972 sighed and began explaining the setting to Zhuozhuo: "Baby, this world is a supernatural world. Your new father, Yang Fan, is an ordinary passerby. His eyewitness testimony in a murder case will be the key that opens the door to the supernatural world for the protagonist. Yang Fan's character is a down-to-earth, capable, and honest man. When he was a child, he was the one being ridden in games. In school, he emptied the trash cans, changed the water dispenser, and cleaned the blackboard in class. At work, he never refused a colleague's offer to shirk responsibility, and as for daily requests for money or other things, he always agreed without hesitation."

9972 sighed again. "Yang Fan was a hardworking and selfless man, even when he was called in to fix a plumbing problem in the middle of the night, he never complained. He'd been so busy for so many years, and only because of his good sleep quality had he avoided sudden death. But one day, someone started livestreaming singing in a park near Yang Fan's neighborhood. With the speakers cranked up to full volume, the sound could be heard for kilometers. Even if Yang Fan covered his entire house with soundproofing and wore noise-canceling headphones, it was useless."

This was the first time an honest person proactively "embarrassed" someone. Yang Fan approached the streamer, hoping he'd stop after 10 p.m., but the streamer said, "No one else has a problem, why are you the only one making such a fuss?" "Why don't you understand how hard it is for others to make money?" "Are you jealous?" Yang Fan backed off and asked him to turn down the volume. The streamer replied, "If the volume is down, the livestream won't be good, and my friends won't be happy."

9972 complained: [The sound was so loud, I don't know if it was a good livestream, but it was definitely disturbing. After communication failed, Yang Fan called the police, but the next day the host continued to sing, focusing on the high notes, the desolate sound, and it felt like a haunted place late at night. Yang Fan called the police again, and the host left, promising not to sing there again. But as soon as the sheriff left, hey, he started singing again.]

After several attempts at guerrilla warfare, the sheriff was temporarily unable to control the streamer and advised Yang Fan to move out for a few days. Yang Fan was exhausted during the day and couldn't sleep well at night. He looked haggard, as if he would die at any moment. He was completely crazy. After another sleepless night, Yang Fan heard the streamer shouting to his friends, "Guess when the sheriff will arrive this time. If you guessed wrong, please send a rocket."

Yang Fan was about to leave to find a hotel when he walked into the living room and heard neighbors chatting loudly outside his door. "Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang! Why is it so noisy out there? My granddaughter can't sleep and is crying. Go check on her and tell her to stop singing!" Others chimed in, saying they'd been late for work and been fined, that their sons were too distracted in class, and that their fathers were on the verge of a nervous breakdown. However, when the sheriff visited, these people all said the host sang beautifully, wasn't noisy, and didn't disturb anyone, and asked her to sing more. That's why the sheriff couldn't quickly detain the host.

The honest man, who couldn't sleep well, suddenly exploded. He rushed out with a kitchen knife and hacked at the neighbors outside. He then rushed to the park and hacked at the anchor who was asking his friends for a big rocket. Hearing the sirens coming closer, the honest man rushed back to the community and hacked at the security guard and the property management staff who always threw their work to him. Then he hacked himself.

Normally, Yang Fan's story would end here. But this is a supernatural world, where honest people live on as ghosts after death. Because of their deep resentment and numerous murders, they even become powerful ghosts. The honest man who has become a ghost experiences a sharp aversion to noise. Whenever he hears the slightest noise while sleeping, he wakes up, sulking in anger. Hearing normal conversations will cause him to burst out and kill, continuing his killing spree until the world is completely silent.

Normally, such ferocious and cruel ghosts would be quickly destroyed by the Mystical Daoists. However, many people in this world are troubled by noise. After learning about the Honest Ghost, they sincerely felt that he was doing well and hoped he would continue to do so! This feeling is faith. The Honest Ghost, having been believed in, embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation, and his strength increased greatly. As long as faith continues, he will be indestructible.

After several years, the Honest Ghost's den has expanded worldwide. He has intensified his control over the humans within it, even forbidding any sound above 50 decibels while awake. Low-frequency noise is strictly prohibited. Manufacturing has ground to a halt worldwide, bicycles are the only means of transportation, and people dare not even sneeze. Oh, and by the way, there are no snorers in this world, as the Honest Ghost has long since decimated them.

As Zhuozhuo listened, her mouth opened wider and wider, and her eyes became more and more dull. She thought in a daze, this is what "epilepsy" is.

9972 sighed again. "Baby, the main system should have rewound this world to before Yang Fan killed someone before letting the tasker in. But, the evil ghost Yang Fan is too resistant to his previous life. If we force him to rewind, he'll reveal himself and take the entire world with him. Baby, please speak softly in this world and don't make too much noise. I'll remind you at all times."

Zhuozhuo covered his mouth, nodded, and said in his mind: "Zhuozhuo knows!"

9972 said: "Baby, Yang Fan's nap time is in ten minutes. No sound can be heard during this time. Find a place to sleep. It should be open. If you move around in your sleep, you might kick something. That would be bad."

Zhuozhuo nodded and looked toward the small square in front of the nearby office building, ready to run over and lie down on the ground to sleep. 9972 reminded her to find a few kind uncles and aunts to borrow some coats to spread on the ground to prevent her from catching a cold.

Zhuozhuo is cute and speaks sweetly. When the uncles and aunts who stopped her learned that she wanted to sleep on the floor with her coat, they readily lent her their coats, and some even wanted to take Zhuozhuo home.

"Thank you, Auntie. Zhuozhuo has a dad. Zhuozhuo is waiting for his dad."

By the time Zhuozhuo had laid out his coat, the world seemed to have been muted, a haunting silence. In this eerie atmosphere, Zhuozhuo huddled in his little nest, not daring to move.

9972 played a lullaby for Zhuozhuo with heartache, and he was no longer afraid after he fell asleep.

Fortunately, Zhuozhuo had good sleep quality and could sleep even under the scorching sun. She soon felt very sleepy and was about to fall asleep.

"Gu..."

The rumbling of his stomach echoed across the small square, and the ghostly aura emerged like a hyena smelling blood, pouncing ferociously. 9972 was so frightened that it nearly shut down. Seeing the ghostly aura about to envelop Zhuozhuo, he trembled, trying to wake her up and teach her a few words to beg for mercy, hoping to save her life.

The next second, Zhuozhuo rolled over under the ghost energy, raised her arms and hugged it, as if she had hugged a solid entity. She muttered, "Liangliang."

The ferocious ghost energy stopped for a moment, and a gentle and honest voice sounded, "Little friend, I am not your mother."