Chapter 771 - 666: ...Came Back

Chapter 771: Chapter 666: ...Came Back

She held the water cup, her gaze somewhat wandering, as if recalling a nightmare that left him lingering with fear,

"I dreamt of your dad outside, pitch black, unable to find his way home, always calling my name...

After I woke up, I felt terribly uneasy in my heart, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stay lying down, so... so I went out around our place to look for your dad."

Feng Mu’s heart uncontrollably tightened abruptly; an indescribable sense of horror swept across his spine, and he almost blurted out:

"Mom, did you find..."

As soon as the words escaped his mouth halfway, he forcibly stopped.

Feng Mu felt he must have momentarily lost his mind to have asked such a foolish and absurd question.

Feng Ju had been dead for a long time, with not even a head remaining, shattered into fragments; how could his mother possibly find him? Or where to search?

Wang Xiuli was also stunned by her son’s unfinished words, then seeing the bewildered expression on his face, she couldn’t help but laugh softly:

"You silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? It was just a nightmare that blurred my mind for a moment.

Besides, your dad isn’t a three-year-old child; he couldn’t really lose his way home, could he?"

Feng Mu secretly breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at his mother more seriously.

At this moment, Wang Xiuli had the fatigue of just returning home at night on her face, but when she looked at him, her gaze was full of pure gentleness and affection.

Her temperament harmonized particularly well with the house, and in Feng Mu’s special vision, just like the cups, the floor, and the walls in the home, she was also surrounded by that faint, omnipresent aura of deathly blackness.

In contrast, Feng Mu himself, having completed the Bone Marrow Cleansing thrice and thoroughly purified himself, now appeared too "clean" in the "vision," instead making him feel out of place, like an unintended intruder.

Yes, Feng Mu could now clearly "see" himself.

His mind seemed to be constantly maintaining two simultaneous images.

One was a normal, colorful first-person perspective, unable to see his back and facial features.

The other was an extensive, black-and-white 3D panoramic bird’s-eye view, allowing a 360-degree view without any blind spot of himself and all details around him.

Thanks to his Spirit Attribute skyrocketing to 82 points, handling two dynamic images posed no burden on his thinking, not even consuming any energy.

The only problem was that seeing his features and entire body in the black-and-white bird’s-eye view always made one feel... somewhat ominous, like previewing his own obituary photo.

Feng Mu’s thoughts raced; he suppressed those miscellaneous thoughts and spoke smoothly following his mother’s words:

"Mm, Mom, you’re right; dreams are always the opposite, Dad must be fine.

But, Zone 9 is growing increasingly unsafe at night, Mom, being by yourself, try not to go out at night, it’s too dangerous."

Wang Xiuli put down the water cup, nodded, taking her son’s advice well:

"Alright, alright, Mom understands, I’ll try not to go out at night anymore."

Unlike Feng Ju’s patriarchal and authoritative style, Wang Xiuli’s temperament has always been soft and gentle, very receptive to her children’s words.

Then, Wang Xiuli seemed to recall something, turned her head to glance at the wall clock, and lightly tapped her forehead:

"Oh dear, I’ve been engrossed in talking, it’s already this time, I should make breakfast."

She looked at Feng Mu, her face breaking into a smile again,

"Since you’re rarely home, what would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you quickly."

Feng Mu was willing to spend more time chatting with his mother, but staying for a meal was unnecessary.

Previously he already couldn’t stomach those synthetic foods, and now, seeing the ominous black aura swirling over the food made it even harder to swallow.

"Hold on..."

A more horrifying thought suddenly crossed his mind,

"Then, what about those special meals the dojo delivers to me daily... could they also be contaminated with that black aura?"

Feng Mu’s heart skipped a beat.

If that was true, would he still be able to eat in the future?

Would he have to... starve himself?

After all, he had cultivated the "Nascent Soul." According to cultivation novels, he should be able to survive without eating.

What was that phrase again, "Those who consume energy will never die!"

But this world is filled with... black aura!!!

Chaotic thoughts surged like a tide, stirring his mind into turmoil; finally, he could only grit his teeth, forcing himself to suppress these thoughts for the time being.

Feng Mu shook his head and said:

"No, Mom, there’s no time, I just came back to see you, but I have to quickly return to work, there’s a lot of things waiting to be dealt with over there."

Wang Xiuli seemed a bit disappointed but said no more, only nodded, advising:

"Okay, jobs come first. Remember to buy something good to eat on your way, don’t work on an empty stomach, it’s bad for your health."

Feng Mu nodded, said no more, and strode toward the door.

Watching her son hurriedly leave, Wang Xiuli suddenly remembered something and raised her voice:

"Mu, come home more when you have time! Mom’s always thinking about you here... also, try to find time to call your sister and check on her.

I don’t know what she does all day, but nine times out of ten, I can’t reach her when I call... you’re her brother, you should look after her more."

Feng Mu’s footsteps barely paused, and with his back to his mother, he replied as usual:

"Mm, got it."

Look after his sister more?

He would... he would "diligently" take care of her.

However, even he didn’t know, in the future, whether the one he had to take care of would be Feng Yuhuai,

or the "cloth doll" parasitizing and eroding her.

"Forget it, doesn’t matter, it’s all experience points!" he sighed quietly in his heart.

Finally, he turned back and gave his mother a dutiful smile, then hurried down the stairs, quickly disappearing in the dim stairwell corner.

Wang Xiuli stood at the doorway, quietly watching her son leave, her smile slowly fading like the tide receding.

She didn’t move immediately but stood quietly for a few more seconds, then slowly closed the door.

She slowly closed the door, then locked it from the inside as a habit.

This subconscious detail was quite like her son, having a strong... sense of security awareness.

She turned around, her eyes unconsciously dropping, spotting the pair of low-heeled shoes she had just taken off and placed by the door.

She observed the dirt sticking to them, furrowed her brows slightly, then bent down, picked up the shoes, and walked step by step into the bathroom.

The bathroom still held faint traces of moisture mixed with a little lingering foul smell.

Wang Xiuli seemed completely oblivious to this peculiar smell.

Her expression remained unchanged as she placed the dirty shoes in the sink, then her gaze swept over the nearly empty family-sized bottle of shower gel in the corner of the shower area.

She walked over, picked up the empty bottle and tossed it into the nearby trash can, then retrieved a brand-new bottle of shower gel from the cabinet under the sink, skillfully twisted open the pump, and placed it back to its original position on the rack.

Throughout, her face did not show the slightest hint of doubt or surprise, as if she found nothing odd about a whole bottle of shower gel used up in just one night by her son.

Upon completing all this, she didn’t pause but instead took a clean white cloth from the hook on the wall, wet and twisted it out, and began diligently wiping every surface in the bathroom.

Wall tiles, glass partitions, faucets, countertops... She wiped meticulously, her movements calm and steady until everything was as clean as new, reflecting the not-so-bright and hazy light that came in from outside the window.

Finally, she stood still in front of the bright mirror above the sink, mimicking the stance Feng Mu had just displayed.

The mirror vividly reflected her face; she looked at herself in the reflection.

Like that, she silently smiled at the mirror, then lowered her head, picked up an old shoe brush, added some water, and started to scrub the soles and edges of the shoes repeatedly, with extreme earnestness and even a bit of obsession.

Swish, swish, swish—

Swish, swish, swish—

The rhythmic scrubbing sounds continuously reverberated in the excessively quiet and overly pristine bathroom, over and over again, untiringly.

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