3: Chapter 3: Is this a raid?

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The oppressive power of family hierarchy was revealed in this moment.

Su Qing pursed her lips, not daring to make a sound.

Su Yao's chopsticks paused, her face filled with bewilderment.

First her younger brother, then her younger sister, and now even her mother wanted to sleep with her?

This didn't happen in her past life, did it?

What is wrong with them?

Su Yun felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

He had just defeated a small fry.

And now an Old Ancestor of a Sect had appeared!

He just wanted to eat a meal, why was it so difficult?

"Your dad's snoring has been earth-shattering lately, it's giving me neurasthenia."

Lin Wanqing slowly added a reason, "It just so happens that I'll go squeeze into your room, and let your dad reflect by himself in the master bedroom."

Su Jianguo, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, froze.

He looked up, his eyes filled with resentment.

Who in the family doesn't know that I don't snore?

He looked up, meeting his wife's gaze, which appeared gentle but actually hid murderous intent.

Su Jianguo was silent for two seconds, put down his chopsticks, and still decided to take up the dignity of the head of the household, saying in a deep voice:

"Wanqing, Yao Yao is tired from work, don't go disturb her. At worst, I'll sleep in the study tonight."

Lin Wanqing looked at him with a smile.

That look seemed to say: Old thing, you are just an ordinary person. I have my eye on this Strange Tales, don't you interfere.

Su Jianguo returned the stare: What kind of trouble are you causing, old woman? Do you not want your life anymore?

Su Yun secretly gave his dad a thumbs up!

As expected of the head of the household!

Awesome!

However, even if you are my dad, you cannot snatch my snacks.

So, you just draw the fire for me!

Just let me be the main carry.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Above the dining table, it seemed as if sparks and lightning were flying, and the "Divine Thought" of the two top-tier powerhouses collided silently.

In the end, Lin Wanqing elegantly picked up the hot soup and took a small sip: "Then let Yao Yao decide for herself."

Su Yao: "..."

This isn't letting me decide, this is clearly a death trap question.

"Um... actually, I can just sleep by myself..."

No one responded.

Su Yun lowered his head to shovel rice, sighing.

In the end, the ownership of the Strange Tales could not be decided.

Then he could only let strength do the talking.

He swept his peripheral vision over this family of drama queens.

His younger sister was sulking and poking at her rice.

His mother was elegantly drinking soup.

His father was pretending to read a newspaper.

His older sister was questioning her life.

The whole family, each harboring their own secrets.

...

After the meal.

Su Yao returned to her room, and a sense of exhaustion swept over her instantly.

Su Yao shook her head, walked to the desk, and opened her notebook.

On it were recorded important milestones from her past life.

Tomorrow noon, she had to go to the abandoned factory in the south of the city.

There, an S-rank sequence weapon, [black day], would appear.

It came with rule-level characteristics of [Absolute Armor Penetration] and [Cannot Heal], and could even sever any Seal.

In her past life, a major criminal named Bai Cang relied on this weapon to sever the three anchors of the Sanctuary in Linhai, allowing countless Strange Tales to descend upon their Linhai City.

This kind of perverted weapon... if that madman gets it again in this life, I might as well just restart...

As for tonight...

Su Yao glanced at the bed.

Forget it, whoever wants to come can come, she just wanted to sleep now.

...

Su Yun lay on his bed in his room, staring at the ceiling.

He wasn't asleep.

He couldn't sleep either.

[Foolish Eye] activated automatically, and countless eyes, existing between illusion and reality, appeared within a 100-meter radius around him.

The entire building became transparent in his perception.

However, Su Yun certainly had no interest in looking at other people's business.

Their home was on the fifth and sixth floors of this old residential complex, the top floor.

There was a staircase connecting the two floors, and the sixth floor had been renovated into the bedrooms for the four siblings.

In the study, his father Su Jianguo sat at the desk with a book in his hand, but he hadn't turned a single page.

He kept looking towards the direction of his older sister's room upstairs from time to time.

His gaze shifted to the kitchen.

His mother, Lin Wanqing, was wiping the stove, her movements gentle and meticulous.

But the few transparent threads above her head had already extended upstairs, covering the entire corridor like a spider web, and one of them was probing inside through the crack of Su Yao's room door.

Looking at his younger sister Su Qing's room again.

The little girl was lying at her desk with a math test paper spread out in front of her, the tip of her pen poking at the paper, motionless.

But her shadow was silently writhing on the floor, its jagged edges looking as if it were ready to tear something apart at any moment.

Su Yun narrowed his eyes.

This girl was doing problems on the surface, but was actually waiting for an opportunity.

Once her older sister was completely asleep, she would sneak in.

The whole family, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

Su Yun withdrew his gaze and silently took stock of his abilities in his heart.

Besides the [Foolish Eye] he had just used.

He had two other skills.

[Disordered Whisper]: Active skill, targets who make eye contact with him will continuously lose SAN value until their mind collapses or they die.

This was his core method for taking down the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

At that time, he just looked at her, and her SAN value dropped like water from an opened floodgate, finally collapsing directly into black mist.

[Void Tentacles]: Active skill, summons tentacles from the shadows that exist between physical entities and hallucinations, their surfaces covered in closed eyelids and meaninglessly opening and closing lips.

Physical attack + mental pollution, double the damage.

At the time, to be safe, while using [Disordered Whisper], he also used the tentacles to bind the Slit-Mouthed Woman tightly.

Thinking back now, it was indeed a bit of an overkill.

When he faced that D-rank Strange Tales, he had no feeling of fear at all; instead, it was like smelling the aroma of barbecue, and he even got hungry.

It was the same now.

Even a B-rank Nightmare was just a moving snack in his perception.

So, it was no wonder he was Sequence 000.

An existence at the top of the food chain.

Su Yun turned over, his gaze penetrating the wall and landing in his older sister's room.

Su Yao was already asleep.

She was lying on her side on the bed, breathing evenly, but her face was still pale, and fine beads of sweat were seeping from her forehead.

That Nightmare was lying on her back, dozens of eyes turning greedily, and translucent straw-like tentacles were piercing into Su Yao's spine, extracting her life force.

Su Yun's eyes turned cold.

This thing must die tonight.

But he couldn't act now.

Because he also didn't know what level his own strength was at.

Although ordinary people couldn't see his tentacles, the immortals in his family might not be the same.

Once he acted, it was possible that these three would immediately notice.

How would he explain it then?

Say that he was actually an Evil God, and just happened to eat the monster on his sister's back?

That image was too beautiful to imagine.

Su Yun sighed and decided to wait a bit longer.

Wait for these immortals in the family to act first, and when the situation became chaotic, he would fish in troubled waters.

Anyway, the Nightmare couldn't run.

Under the surveillance of the [Foolish Eye], even if this thing crawled into the sewer, he could find it.

Just as he was thinking, a sudden change occurred.

His mother moved.

Lin Wanqing put down the rag and walked up the stairs lightly.

Her movements were extremely light, making almost no sound, but those transparent threads had already probed into Su Yao's room in advance, precisely locating the Nightmare's position like a scalpel.

At the same time.

In Su Qing's room, the young girl suddenly raised her head.

Her shadow wriggled silently, rising from the floor and turning into a pitch-black long blade, the blade reflecting the light in the room.

Su Qing grasped the hilt of the blade, her eyes becoming cold.

She was also preparing to act.

In the study.

Su Jianguo opened his eyes.

The water in his thermos cup rippled without any wind, creating fine ripples.

He stood up and stretched his neck, his bones making a "crack" sound.

Three people.

Three directions.

Simultaneously fixed their eyes on the Nightmare in Su Yao's room.

Su Yun's mouth twitched.

Good grief.

Is this a team fight?