Chapter 239 Chapter 239 Honest Dad 3

The new home was a detached villa in an upscale residential complex. Yang Fan glanced at the map and said no escort was needed. Zhuo Zhuo proudly said, "Dad can do it!"

When the man and the ghost flashed past, a well-dressed uncle in a tuxedo was already waiting. He bent over with his hands on his stomach and said, "Mr. Yang, Ms. Zhuozhuo, I'm the property manager responsible for this house and the surrounding area. My last name is Wang. If you need anything, please let me know. Could you please explain the structure and function of the house?"

Zhuozhuo was very curious and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Okay, okay, thank you, Uncle Wang."

Property manager Wang gestured for Yang Fan to enter, and Zhuozhuo led him through the gate. Tall maple trees lined the road, rustling in the wind. Looking ahead, they saw a vibrant garden, a sparkling fountain, a spacious lawn, and several fruit trees. Zhuozhuo, checking the distance, twisted and positioned himself in front of Yang Fan's legs, arms outstretched for a hug. "Dad, let's go there."

Property Manager Wang was about to speak, pointing at the sightseeing bus behind the maple tree, when he saw Yang Fan carrying Zhuo Zhuo onto a highchair-shaped ghost energy ball. Two ghost energy balls crossed in front of her, securing her like a safety belt. The next second, two more ghost energy balls appeared in front of Yang Fan and Property Manager Wang, respectively. Hiding his inner nervousness, Property Manager Wang imitated Yang Fan and stepped onto them.

"Go!"

Zhuozhuo pointed forward with great momentum, and Guiqi received the order and rushed out with two people and one ghost.

Zhuozhuo was protected by the ghost energy, and Yang Fan couldn't use common sense to speculate. He was stable and didn't tilt or fall even when driving at high speed. The human king's lower body was super stable, as if he was stuck to the ghost energy. His breath was not disordered at all, and he continued to introduce diligently.

After touring the courtyard and entering the house, the dining table was already set with home-cooked meals. The aroma was so tempting that Zhuozhuo jumped up and down, clamoring to wash her hands. A kind-looking aunt came forward and wanted to take her to wash her hands. Zhuozhuo turned around and grabbed Yang Fan's hand, stamping her feet and urging him, "Dad, come on, let's go wash our hands and eat."

Yang Fan looked at his aunt with his dark eyes, and his aunt led the way in front without changing her expression.

After hurriedly washing her hands, Zhuozhuo climbed onto a chair and asked Yang Fan to sit next to her. She then asked Wang, the property manager, and Auntie to sit across from her. The two glanced at each other, then at Yang Fan, who was serving Zhuozhuo soup without even glancing at them. They understood, smiled, and said they were going home to eat. Without waiting for Zhuozhuo to entice them to stay, they gracefully left at the speed of a life-threatening escape.

Zhuozhuo didn't notice anything wrong, so he looked away and pointed at the table, "Dad, eat this!"

Yang Fan scooped a spoonful and put it into the scorching plate.

They had a harmonious meal. Zhuozhuo felt sleepy after eating and pulled Yangfan to take a nap.

Yang Fan followed Zhuo Zhuo.

9972 observed and felt that Yang Fan's mental state wasn't great. Aside from his aversion to noise, he was carefree and unmotivated, giving off a casual vibe, as if he were waiting for his demise. Could it be that after becoming the world's strongest player, Yang Fan felt lonely as snow, a lone warrior seeking to defeat the enemy?

Inside a soundproof room, everyone watched the footage playing on a screen. Zhuozhuo emerged from a blind spot on the surveillance camera onto the street, ran to a small square to sleep, and her stomach growled, attracting a ghost. But before the ghost could do anything, she hugged him. Afterward, the ghost shielded Zhuozhuo from the sun, spoke to him after he woke up, and took him to the police station.

Everyone was silent after watching the video. The surveillance footage revealed that Zhuozhuo and Yang Fan had just met for the first time. Zhuozhuo's lack of fear of ghosts could be attributed to her youthful innocence, but why was Yang Fan so tolerant of her? Several times, Zhuozhuo's words made people think she would be strangled to death by Yang Fan. Could it be that because he had picked up Zhuozhuo, he felt a sense of responsibility towards her?

Some people believe that this is a sign that Yang Fan has regained his humanity, and his behavior at the police station also shows that he is now communicative and friendly. They want to use this as an opportunity to communicate with Yang Fan and strive for greater freedom and more benefits for humanity.

Some people believe that Zhuozhuo's unknown origin is very suspicious and must be strictly controlled. If necessary, Zhuozhuo can be used to threaten Yang Fan.

Some people believed that Yang Fan liked to pick up children and kept Zhuo Zhuo as a pet. They could take the opportunity to develop more of Yang Fan's hobbies and build a good relationship with him.

A group of people started arguing, but before they could come to a conclusion, someone suddenly reported that an abandoned chemical plant in the suburbs had exploded, and nearby residents were running and shouting in panic.

Zhuozhuo was sleeping soundly when a loud noise in her dream startled her. She stood under the carport, staring blankly at the flames and smoke rising into the sky, and the people who were screaming and running subconsciously, making the noise, and then waited to die with despair on their faces after they reacted.

Many people were in a state of panic, shouting, smashing things, and cursing Yang Fan. When the ghostly aura silently filled the air, they began to cry loudly and flee in panic.

Yang Fan's ghost energy has always killed people quietly. When the ghost energy passes through the human body, it takes away all life.

Zhuozhuo recognized the ghost aura and shouted in surprise, "Dad! Yang Fan Dad!"

The ghost energy that was about to touch the human body suddenly withdrew and stretched towards the source of the sound.

Zhuozhuo screamed as she ran, and somehow she floated up. The moment she was about to be exposed to the sunlight, a thick ghostly aura enveloped her. Yang Fan's voice was a little solemn, "Zhuozhuo."

"dad!"

Yang Fan: "Your soul has left me. I will take you back."

Before the explosion, a slight noise woke Yang Fan up. He rushed over as usual and just happened to see the whole process of the explosion and people's collapse. He didn't expect Zhuozhuo to appear here.

Yang Fan quickly examined Zhuozhuo's soul. He found no traces of spells or incantations, suggesting she hadn't been lured here artificially. However, there was a secret yet strong connection between her soul and his. Zhuozhuo was young, and her soul was light, so if they were close enough, there was a chance he'd take her soul with him when he left.

Another round of checks yielded no results.

Yang Fan said, "Zhuozhuo, have you ever encountered anything strange?"

Zhuozhuo shook her head. She felt that her world was fine and normal. Even now, looking at her own body on the bed, she just found it amusing.

Yang Fan didn't say anything else. He guided Zhuo Zhuo back into her body. After Zhuo Zhuo opened her eyes, he asked her if she felt uncomfortable.

"Everything feels better." Zhuozhuo got up, grabbed the ghost energy and shook it, and said worriedly: "Dad, just now, where was it? There was a big fire, and many people were crying."

"The chemical plant exploded and they cried out of fear."

Zhuozhuo wanted to ask something else, but someone knocked on the door and called her. She shouted, "Zhuozhuo heard it!"

Then he turned his head to look at Yang Fan and said softly, "Dad."

Yang Fan understood immediately, carried Zhuo Zhuo onto the ghost energy, and flew to the door with her.

Zhuozhuo opened the door and saw that it was Wang, the property manager. She tilted her head and asked, "Uncle Wang, what's wrong?"

Property Manager Wang glanced at Yang Fan, then remembered the instructions from above. He took a deep breath and said to Zhuo Zhuo, "There was an explosion at a chemical plant just now. Many people were injured. We don't have enough silent ambulances, so we need to send a regular ambulance, which would be very noisy. Miss Zhuo Zhuo, do you think we can use a regular ambulance?"

It was Yang Fan's nap time, and no one dared to challenge his rules at this time. However, he couldn't bear to watch the injured man's condition worsen due to untimely rescue. He was also sent here to test Yang Fan's attitude and the influence of Zhuo Zhuo on him.

Zhuozhuo's big eyes showed worry, and he said childishly, "Sure. We can use whatever we need. If we don't have enough money, Zhuozhuo can ask Dad to donate."

Yang Fan was like a ruthless ATM. He pulled out a stack of gold leaves from somewhere and said simply, "Donate in the name of Zhuo Zhuo."

"Okay." Property Manager Wang respectfully took the gold leaf with both hands and said with a smile, "Then I'll notify them to send police cars and ambulances for rescue."

Yang Fan remained silent.

Zhuozhuo waved his little fist and shouted in a baby voice: "Come on!"

Zhuozhuo was concerned about the chemical plant explosion. She kept asking Yang Fan how he was doing and asked him to take her to see what was happening.

Yang Fan said, "You can't help them if you go, and you'll just cause more trouble. If I go, they'll be scared. Let professionals handle professional matters."

He pushed Zhuozhuo onto the bed and lay down beside him with his eyes closed. "You've only slept for half an hour. Keep sleeping."

Zhuozhuo thrashed in Yang Fan's hands like a fish out of water. He squatted beside him, observing him, and suddenly said, "Dad, do you want to cry?"

"Um?"

"Look at me, I feel so uncomfortable and sad, I'm about to cry." Zhuozhuo described it with difficulty using his limited vocabulary, and simply lifted Yang Fan's eyelids to see if he was crying secretly.

Yang Fan looked at Zhuozhuo with clear eyes.

Zhuozhuo smiled, blinked her big eyes and looked at him, saying softly, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Zhuozhuo will give you a warm hug."

Yang Fan closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he had fallen asleep. Just when Zhuo Zhuo couldn't help but lift his eyelids, he whispered, "Zhuo Zhuo, I have a headache."

"Do you have a headache?" Zhuozhuo blew air at Yang Fan's head, and his saliva stuck to his hair, making him feel creepy and he sat up with a start.

"Dad, how are you?" Zhuozhuo was surprised.

"Not well."

Yang Fan took out a few wet tissues and wiped his hair and face. Ghostly energy continued to emerge from his body, quickly filling the room and spreading outward, as if looking for something to destroy.

Zhuozhuo didn't sense Yang Fan's disdain and soon came up with an idea. She pushed Yang Fan to lie down and said confidently, "Dad, Zhuozhuo will give you a massage. It will be comfortable."

She slapped Yang Fan on the head and began to press it without any method. As she did so, she asked very professionally, "Is it gentle?"

Yang Fan, who had several hairs pulled out, said: "...Please be a little more forceful."

Go to bed if you are tired, and stop making trouble here.

Zhuozhuo immediately increased her strength, but no matter how hard she tried, Yang Fan kept saying "harder". She got anxious and hit Yang Fan with her little fist, making Yang Fan's head buzz.

Yang Fan: "It's ok, Zhuozhuo, I'm fine now."

Zhuozhuo chuckled and looked at Yang Fan with a sense of accomplishment, "If Dad has a headache again, Zhuozhuo will give it a massage!"

Yang Fan nodded wearily. Even if he had a terrible headache, he wouldn't ask Zhuo Zhuo for a massage again... Huh? Yang Fan carefully felt it. The distant noise continued, but it no longer bored into his brain like a power drill. His mind was unprecedentedly calm and peaceful, and his whole body was warm.

Yang Fan looked at Zhuo Zhuo who was grinning foolishly. Her massage was actually effective.

"Zhuozhuo, it seems to hurt again. Can you help me press it again?"

"Sure!"

Zhuozhuo pressed Yang Fan's head on the pillow, let out a "Hey!", and punched him with his little fist.