In a remote suburban estate, hundreds of people died overnight. Not even a single animal survived the vast family, and the stench of blood filled the air.
You are a group of young people who love adventure, and you share the same ideals and hit it off immediately.
You decided to come to this manor where the tragedy of the family massacre occurred to find out the truth, for fame and adventure.
A cold, mechanical voice recited these words without any fluctuation.
[Survivor No.-Lin Yin has been loaded]
After receiving the information from this world, Lin Yin's face turned pale and he squatted on the ground with cold sweat on his forehead.
He kept biting his fingernails out of nervousness.
How could this be the world? The world with a supposedly zero survival rate?
The boss who was ranked first on the list used the magic weapon given by the system to escape from this world code-named Yan Family Manor.
Just when she thought she had escaped, she lay on the ground and told her story.
There was actually a big hole in the system transfer station, and dark fog surged above the space. Under the boss's horrified gaze, the fog swept over and swallowed her.
In the system space, in full view of everyone.
She's dead!
Everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe this scene. This was the system space.
It is a refuge for all survivors.
How could it be easily broken by a world boss?
Indescribable mumblings filled people's spiritual world, and countless survivors, both strong and weak, cried and held their heads.
He is speaking.
What did He say?
"Give it back to me, give it back to me." The cold and voice without any medium was like an inhuman system, but it was far more terrifying than a system.
When the survivors asked the system for help, the system, which they thought was omnipotent, spit out a bunch of gibberish.
When the survivor reached a dead end and closed his eyes waiting for death, the fog disappeared!
From then on, the world code-named Yan Family Manor became a taboo, and the system also cut off its connection with that world.
But Lin Yin came to this world, and the system seemed to be deaf to his calls for help.
Desperate Lin Yin squatted on the ground crying, his snot and tears stuck together.
"Guoguo." A childish voice came, as if rolling in the air or jumping in the clouds.
Just two sounds, but they greatly soothed Lin Yin's heart.
Lin Yin looked over with his red, swollen eyes, his nostrils flaring at the first sight. He let out a hoarse whine, "Can the main system be a human being? Sending a child in diapers here to die?"
The dark, heavy atmosphere faded away.
The young figure sat at the edge of the flower bed, the sea of flowers at the Yan Family Manor serving as a backdrop for him. The sky seemed less gloomy, a bit of sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves onto the chubby little boy's face.
The sunlight was so bright that he unconsciously grabbed it.
He pouted when he realized he couldn't catch the sunlight.
He was holding a bottle in one of his chubby hands, and wearing a one-piece Patrick Star outfit. He had a chubby face, fair skin with a hint of rosy pink, puffy cheeks, and eyes like clear springs.
What a cute child! Lin Yin's nostrils widened as he looked at the scene. He cursed the main system and accused it of being inhuman and dragging the child out to die.
The little fat baby was holding the bottle with his mouth pursed in fear, looking pitiful in the eyes of others.
Lin Yin felt soft-hearted and wiped away his tears.
Let him die, so be it. How old is this little guy? Why would the main system drag him in to die?
"GuoGuo." The little fat boy called out again, holding up the bottle, and saw Lin Yin staring at him. The tips of the little guy's ears turned red, and his expression was tangled.
"Drink." Guoguo was crying like a fish that couldn't drink milk. He was hungry.
Lin Yin saw reluctance in his big eyes, but subconsciously reached out to take the bottle, but failed to move it after pulling it twice.
A hand reached out from the side and slapped him away.
"Guest, please don't snatch the baby's food. The Yan family provides refreshments." Lin Yin slapped himself twice in the face. He didn't want to snatch it.
Looking at the badge on his chest—Butler Wu.
Lin Yin was stunned for a moment and then put the little fat boy behind him.
Just as he was about to touch the fat hand, Butler Wu, who was smiling like a chrysanthemum, suddenly changed his expression: "What an impolite young man."
The hairs on Lin Yin's back stood up, and a cold aura lingered around him.
"Aqiu." Maybe it was a bit cold, the little guy sneezed.
The surging yin energy paused and then retreated rapidly.
Wu Zhonghe glanced at Lin Yin sinisterly and said unhappily, "Hurry up, everyone else is here."
Knowing that there was no one alive in the Yan family, Lin Yin shuddered until the little fat boy naturally put his fat hand into his palm.
When he came into contact with the warmth, Lin Yin felt as if he was coming back to life.
He squeezed the little fat cub tightly and thought to himself that he must try his best to help this cute baby get out alive.
"What's your name, baby?"
"Fish~"
“It sounds so good!”
Countless invisible eyes in the manor were staring at this place, and they kept muttering something.
If anyone could get close enough to hear them, they kept repeating "fish, fish".
The little fat boy nestled in Lin Yin's arms, blinking his eyes. He was so sleepy.
He wanted to ding ding.
When will Ding Ding come to pick up the fish?
More than a dozen young men and women were already seated in the Yan family's restaurant.
Some people stared at the ancient oil paintings on the wall, while others looked at the cold sculptures.
Seeing Lin Yin coming, they all turned their heads. A young man curled his lips impatiently after seeing him and said, "Are you looking for death with a baby in your arms?"
His voice was so loud that the dazed little fat boy trembled with fear.
He rubbed his eyes, buried his face in Lin Yin's neck, and said timidly: "The fish are afraid, the fish want to bite."
Lin Yin coaxed him, and the little fat boy didn't dare to cry. He just pouted. He didn't dare to cause trouble for Guo Guo.
He knew that not everyone would love him as much as Ding Ding.
"What's that ding-ding? I'm still ding-ding!" Knowing he was dying, the young man started to talk without restraint. With no outlet for his anger, the weakest child became his punching bag.
The little fat boy raised his face and looked at the young man with his big eyes stubbornly: "You can't say Ding Ding."
He looked like he was about to break.
Crystal tears flowed from her eyes, like sparkling diamonds.
He was so adorable that even when everyone was in a bad mood, they couldn't help but criticize him.
"That's enough. If you have the guts, come and pick a fight with a kid like me." said a sturdy man.
"You only dare to bully children."
The young man was irritated and when he saw everyone yelling at him, he stood up and looked straight at the fat kid: "Little brat, tender and delicate kids like you are my favorite."
He just wants others to go against him.
The little fat boy's eyes widened in a daze, then drooped, tears falling drop by drop. He said sadly, "The fish wouldn't want this to happen either."
Everyone looked stunned, as if something unexpected had happened.
As if he was being stared at by a wild beast, the young man suddenly hid backwards.
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