The family of three, including the mischievous child, seemed to have had their memories erased, having absolutely no recollection of the appearance of the fetal spirit.
Thanks to Master Xu's appearance, they were spared and returned home safely.
However, the family of three still harbored various grievances about everything they encountered at the hot pot restaurant.
"Damn it, what terrible luck! I ran into a bunch of short-lived bastards while eating hot pot!"
The father of the unruly child was so angry that he smashed the expensive tea set he had prepared for President Ye to pieces.
Because Mr. Ye refused to cooperate with him, this tea set is no longer of any value.
The child's mother also snorted, seemingly puzzled, and said, "They're just from the Li family, right? Why is that President Ye so afraid that he directly refuses to cooperate with us?!"
The brat's father reached up and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, plopped down on the sofa like a spoiled brat, a contemptuous smirk playing on his lips, and said with utter disdain:
"Hmph! The Li family is just bullying others and dominating the world. Those brats from the Li family are only better off being born into wealth. If it weren't for the Li family backing them up, what would they be!"
His obese body was sprawled out on the sofa, exuding a greasy aura.
Hearing his words, the mother of the unruly child gritted her teeth and muttered a curse:
"What bad luck!"
On the other hand, the spoiled child made a mess of his toys as soon as he got home, showing that he was completely pampered.
"Mom and Dad, I was bullied and wronged so much today. I want you to help me get revenge!"
The brat grumbled. If things didn't go his way, he would make his parents avenge him.
In the eyes of a mischievous child, the whole world should revolve around him.
Upon hearing their son's words, his parents instantly beamed with joy and completely indulged him, saying:
"Okay, okay, my good son! As long as you're happy, Mom and Dad will do anything for you!"
"My son is the best child in the world, no one can compare to my precious son!"
Just then, someone knocked on their door from the outside.
"Who is it? Knocking on the door at this hour is so annoying!"
The child's father frowned and muttered a complaint, then gave the child's mother a look. Although the child's mother was not very willing, she still stood up and walked towards the door.
"Who is it? Why are you knocking on the door so late? Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"
The mother of the naughty child couldn't help but grumble. She looked out through the peephole in the door and saw that the doorway was empty and there was no one there.
Her brow furrowed involuntarily, thinking it was a prank by the neighbor's child. She immediately pushed open her front door and began cursing:
"What a lunatic! Knocking on our door in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, deliberately disturbing the peace. He has no morals and no manners!"
Her voice was raised extremely high, as if she had forgotten that her shouting was also a very disturbing behavior.
After yelling for a while, as if venting all the anger that had been building up inside, the woman finally closed her door and went back inside.
She didn't notice that the moment she closed the door, the light outside their door suddenly went out with a "snap".
The night was thick, as if a thick layer of ink had been poured over it, and the entire sky was dark and heavy.
The faint chirping of cicadas and insects in the neighborhood seemed to have been paused. None of the family members noticed that the world had become unusually quiet, and a small footprint appeared strangely next to the mirror in the entrance hall.
"What's wrong?"
The father of the naughty child frowned and looked at the mother of the child who was still grumbling. The moment he spoke, the whole family felt a chill spread throughout the house.
"I don't know who's so inconsiderate as to knock on other people's doors. Honey, is the air conditioning set too low?"
The father of the mischievous child glanced suspiciously at the temperature displayed on the air conditioner. Seeing nothing unusual, he touched his bare arm, then picked up the remote and turned the temperature up by two degrees.
However, the indoor temperature displayed by the air conditioner dropped rapidly by two degrees. The couple thought the air conditioner was broken, and the father urged the mother to find the after-sales service number.
"Mom, I'll keep watch. If I catch that troublemaker, I'll push him down the stairs."
The mischievous child picked up a fruit knife from the table that he had just used but hadn't had time to put back in the kitchen, and walked toward the entrance with a menacing look on his face. Just as he passed the mirror in the entrance, a barely perceptible wisp of black smoke drifted to the child's forehead.
The couple, who were fiddling with the air conditioner, saw their son standing blankly in the entryway, holding a fruit knife in his hand. Feeling the chill in the air, they had a bad feeling.
"What's wrong, son?"
The father of the mischievous child tried calling his son, but found that the other child seemed not to hear him and remained quietly standing next to the mirror.
The couple hurriedly got up from the sofa and strode to the entrance. The mother of the naughty child reached out to hug her son, but the father stopped her.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Shh!"
The father of the naughty child gestured to his wife to be quiet, and then quietly pointed to the mirror next to them. With just that one glance, the mother of the naughty child was almost scared into screaming.
The child grinned silently at the mirror, but the once familiar face in the mirror now looked completely foreign; the smile was both ferocious and terrifying.
"son?"
The mother of the mischievous child broke free from her husband's hand, bent down, and cautiously tried to call out to her son. At this moment, the child did respond slightly.
The mischievous child raised the fruit knife to his chest, slowly turned his head, glanced contemptuously at his mother, then looked up at his father, and then burst into laughter as if he had successfully pulled off a prank.
"Dad, Mom, I scared you!"
After saying that, the mischievous child walked towards the door again, and the couple laughed a couple of times, feeling a little guilty.
"My son is such a great actor! No actor can match his acting skills!"
The mother of the mischievous child spoke proudly to her husband, who seemed still somewhat shaken and awkwardly replied, "Yes," before slowly retreating into the living room and picking up a fruit fork from the table.
"Mom, will you play along with my act?"
The mischievous child twisted his head forcefully at the doorway and turned back to say something to his mother.
The mother of the mischievous child seemed to feel guilty for having frightened her son earlier, and quickly took two steps forward to hug him...
(End of this chapter)
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