CH 152.2

Bai Lixin coughed twice in embarrassment and couldn’t help but open his mouth to scold: “Saying such things is not very honorable, it’s best not to mention it in the future. Uh, you don’t say it that often, do you?”

The little dumpling’s eyes went wide, “What’s so disgraceful about my papa being so powerful? Do you know how good-looking my papa is, you idiot? My Papa is more beautiful than the moon in the sky, his eyes look like they’re wrapped in the Milky Way; his skin is more delicate than milk, and the best part on my papa is ……”

Bai Lixin put his hand on the mask, interrupting the little dumpling’s chatter, “Look at me, do I look like your papa?”

The mask was removed, revealing Bai Lixin’s original form and true face, and the dumpling’s eyes went wide. He stared blankly at Bai Lixin, who looked like he had descended from the sky, and his eyes, which were as fierce as a little tiger just now, were gradually filled with a watery mist as he cried out, “Wuuuu.”

“Papa! I knew you would come to save me, Wuuuu! I missed you so much!”

Bai Lixin smiled and helped untie the little dumpling’s hands, and with a gentle lift, he took the little dumpling in his arms.

“You’re quite heavy,” Bai Lixin helped the little dumpling adjust his posture, his hand patting his back soothingly. “It seems that your father is good to you, he feeds you so well.”

Big tears fell from the little dumpling’s eyes, and he shook his head in grievance, crying louder when he remembered how King Yama had driven him away.

As he cried, he sobbed and accused King Yama of atrocities, “Papa, Father is bad.”

“I-I saw you begging for overnight riches at the Incense Hall, and I sent you a bunch of incense.”

“And then Father dared to scold you!”

“Father was so good in the past, but after Tuanzi came here, Father didn’t know Tuanzi anymore! Wuuu! Papa, Father chased Tuanzi away. Tuanzi is still a baby, yet he actually chased Tuanzi! Wuuuu ”

“Not only did he forget about Tuanzi, he even forgot about Papa, he’s a big bad man. Papa, will you get me a new father?”

Bai Lixin: “????”

Good guy, you’ve got a lot of ambition, little one.

What kind of brain was this? How did things suddenly turn around and change into asking for a new father?

What a filial son!

Bai Lixin coughed lightly, “He drove you away, what happened after that?”

The little dumpling stopped crying, but because he had just cried so hard, his body was still twitching and trembling uncontrollably, “Then I went running, I saw you in the area for living souls, so before I left, I took a special basket of incense to give to you as a meeting gift.”

“But I was halfway there when I suddenly lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself here, and the incense was gone! Wuuuu, that was supposed to be a meet-and-greet gift for Papa.”

Bai Lixin frowned slightly, “Lost consciousness? Where were you before that? Can you still remember?”

The little dumpling tried to remember, but then helplessly covered his head with a pair of little chubby hands, “I just remember walking into the manzanita flowers, and after that… after that… ahhh, my head hurts, I can’t remember. ”

Bai Lixin gently patted the back of the small child, then comforted him gently: “It’s fine if you don’t remember, with me here, no one will dare to bully you.”

The little dumpling cried out again, this time with joy, “Papa is the best, you’re such a good person, Father doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t. When are you going to give me a new father?”

Bai Lixin: “……”

What did Dijia do that made this little dumpling so resentful?

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In the live broadcast room.

[“The Great Filial Son”]

[“The Daddy Swap Project”]

[“A Filial Son’s Revenge is Never Too Late”]

[Hahahaha, I think this little dumpling has been planning this for a long time, the “filial piety” is killing me.]

[Master Tuanzi: I don’t have to take revenge, but I can replace Father!]

[Every dog has its day. Retribution is coming, isn’t it? Now ask King Yama if he is afraid.]

[King Yama: I am terrified at the moment.]

[God Xin: You have taken all the bamboo shoots from the mountain.]*A ridicule of someone’s words or behavior.

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Dijia who had just thrown official business aside and hurried over, suddenly sneezed several times in a row. Lao San saw this and asked, “Is King Yama sick?”

Lao Si: “How can King Yama be sick? Someone must be thinking of our King Yama!”

Lao San: “……”

Yes, they are, but it feels like they want our King Yama to die.

Dijia rubbed his nose; his brow furrowed with imperceptible worry. “How long has he been in there?”

Lao San: “It’s been almost an hour.”

Dijia was wearing a hideous bronze-patterned demon mask on his face. He looked around and suddenly walked straight toward a masked man.

Lao San looked over in confusion and saw Dijia brush past the man’s side, circle back after a short distance, and then walk back with a token in his hand.

Lao San & Lao Si: “……”

Was this their righteous King Yama?!

You were not like this before, leave alone stealing things, you don’t even touch things that have fallen on the ground!

Fuck, was this the power of love?

What a damn sour smell.

Dijia gave Lao San a cold glance, as if he were looking at two useless fools. “Why are you still standing there? Follow me in.”

As the three men walked past, the gatekeeper was chasing people away, saying, “This guest, no one is allowed to enter without a token, we only recognize tokens but not people.”

The man touched himself again and said, “Strange, I was wearing it, how could it have disappeared?”

Dijia calmly showed his token, but Lao San and Lao Si were on tenterhooks. Fortunately, their masks covered them perfectly, hiding their nervousness and guilt.

The gatekeeper glanced at the token in Dijia’s hand and spoke respectfully, “Your welcome, distinguished guest; please bring your servants inside; take small steps, please.”

Lao San and Lao Si walked through the door of the auction house and could still vaguely hear the noise outside: “Please leave, guest; don’t get in the way of other guests here, we’ll call someone if you pester us again.”

The two ghost messengers shivered as they glanced at the tall, calm man in front of them and shrank their necks together.

They suddenly realized that once a righteous man turns bad, there is no such thing as a bad person.

Too scary.

This sense of oppression is too real.

An attendant led the way, and as soon as the three of them were seated, a folded brochure of excellent quality was presented to them.

The attendant said respectfully, “Distinguished guest, this is our auction list for today, please have a look at it.”

Dijia took the brochure and lowered his head to look at it intently, he reached the last page, and his gaze suddenly stopped.

[Finale: high-quality human]

[Pre-Finale: Quality Infant Spirit]

Dijia: “……”

There couldn’t be such a coincidence, right?

Lao San leaned over and gasped, “A human of the highest quality? A quality infant spirit?”

“What a coincidence, Lord Bai Lixin is a human, and Master Tuanzi is an infant spirit; what a coincidence…”

He suddenly bit his lips and looked at Dijia with a frightened expression.

Lao San quickly looked at the auction list in confusion, and then hurriedly looked at the auction stage. He went back and forth between the brochure and the auction stage for a while before he lowered his voice and shouted, “No?!”

One was King Yama’s soon-to-be wife, and the other was King Yama’s tacitly approved son.

They were all set for auction? The whole family?

Then King Yama will watch as his wife and son are auctioned off? How could it be so tragic? What kind of tragedy was this?

————–

“Where are we going next, Papa?”

Bai Lixin got a mask for the little dumpling, then found a small cloak for him to put on.

The two walked out of the room as Bai Lixin read the brochure in his hand.

He found this brochure in the room, with the penultimate items being “High-Quality Human” and “Quality Infant Spirit”.

He had been here for only half an hour, but it was obvious that this brochure had been printed a long time ago.

Meaning, the person behind all this had planned to lure him here to become an auction item.

Bai Lixin only looked at the back of the brochure for a moment before quickly going back to a certain item.

[Secret Key] was the eighth item.

The system said that high-level keys were obtained randomly in a copy, so was it possible that this key opened that treasure chest?

Bai Lixin carefully flipped through the brochure before closing it.

He skillfully led the little dumpling through the aisles, nimbly leaning over when he saw a guest, and the moment he brushed past, a token was now in Bai Lixin’s hand.

Then Bai Lixin found a corner where no one was looking, changed into a guest outfit, took the little dumpling, and quietly blended into the aisle of the auction stage, finding two seats and sitting down as if nothing had happened.

The auction had already started and was on its fifth item.

Bai Lixin was not interested in any of these items. He was sitting idly in his chair, with his brochure in his lap, seemingly studying the items, but actually looking to his right and left.

The auction room was almost full, and the person who had tricked him was most likely in the crowd.

Just as he was slowly observing the room, a private chat notification suddenly rang out.

Thinking it was one of the four players, Bai Lixin opened it and suddenly froze when he saw the name of the person in the private chat.

It was Samael.

Ugh, he had forgotten about him.

Samael: [Phew, well, I’m back in the land of the living, where are you now? I’ll come and find you.]

[……] Bai Lixin’s eyes twitched, [Uh, I’m not there anymore, I’m in the ghost market now.]

There was a ten-second pause on Samael’s side, then: [Where’s the Ghost Market?]

Was this Bai Lixin a rabbit?

The three caves of a cunning rabbit?

How can he run around so fast?