Qiao Sang’s body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly turned his head.
Zhang Rongtang’s eyes swept over and met his. A corner of his mouth twitched upward in a smile, but it was a smile that gave off a completely different vibe from the approachable uncle image he had just before.
A chill rose from Qiao Sang’s coccyx to the crown of his head. He was like a cat with its fur standing on end, a Peking opera cry slipping out as he swiftly took a large step back.
It wasn’t the sudden appearance of the man that had frightened him so much as the Pet Beast next to the man that stood over four meters high. Its body’s color almost fused with the night, and its blood-red eyes were staring at you. Then it smiled and even left drool behind—such a Spectral-type Pet Beast was terrifying!
Just that one glance nearly scared Qiao Sang to death on the spot.
What kind of entrance was that?!
And if you want to smile, just smile! What’s with looking at me and drooling?
Perhaps because Qiao Sang’s fright was so evident, the Spectral-type Pet Beast with the blood-red eyes "slurped" and sucked back the saliva that was almost at its chin.
Qiao Sang "!!!"
Wu Chang, due to his frequent visits to the graveyard, had developed a resistance to the horror effect of the environment and didn’t react as jumpy as Qiao Sang and Yaobao.
Watching Zhang Rongtang and the Pet Beast that stood over four meters tall return, and combining that with the "Qi Yunla, I’ve finally waited for you" he had just heard, his mind flashed with confused thoughts, mixed with panic and bewilderment.
Wu Chang was not stupid.
"Uncle Zhang, why have you come back?" He forced a smile more painful than crying, "And why is there a Spectral Series beast spewing nonsense next to you?"
Although he had his guess, Wu Chang did not want to believe this reality; he wanted Uncle Zhang to tell him in person.
As long as Uncle Zhang spoke, no matter what he said, Wu Chang thought he would be willing to believe.
In the past, he always felt like a spare person, being kicked around like a ball by his parents, unable to understand why they had given birth to him at all.
His elderly grandfather, living alone in the old home, was very kind to him, but Wu Chang always felt Grandpa kept him around more for company than anything else.
This person could have been Wu Yi, Wu Er, Wu San, Wu Si—it didn’t necessarily have to be him, Wu Chang.
Then, he met Uncle Zhang.
Just like every father in the world, he would ride a bicycle to take him fishing, notice the first signs of his discomfort and take him to the hospital, give him advice when choosing a Pet Beast, and even urge him to do his homework.
Every time he came home, he was awaited by the enticing aroma of cooked meals.
He always remembered the first time he met Uncle Zhang, who had said with a smile, "Kid, your bangs are too long; they need to be trimmed, or they’ll be bad for your eyes."
Uncle Zhang’s arrival finally made him feel that he was no longer superfluous.
For a long time, he had wondered why he couldn’t be Uncle Zhang’s son.
How could an Uncle Zhang like that possibly be fake?
Wu Chang looked at Zhang Rongtang, hope shining in his eyes.
What answered him was a transparent, round device that descended from the sky.
As the device fell, it landed perfectly over Qi Yunla, and then, with a speed visible to the naked eye, the opening sealed itself automatically.
Immediately after, a swishing sound sliced through the air above, and a majestic flying owl dove down like a cannonball fired from a gun, seizing with its sharp claws the device containing Qi Yunla.
The majestic flying owl didn’t fly away but flapped its wings steadily and hovered beside Zhang Rongtang.
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