Being the Wife of a Fluffy Creature [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: The Second World (3)

“Wu Boyi”

The fox lay on the bed, its front paw resting on a small slip of paper with the name Wu Yao had given it. It was just a fox; even as a spirit creature, it recognized very few characters. The boy had to teach it several times before it finally learned these three characters.

The fox had a name before. In a litter of six cubs, it was the smallest with the reddest fur, so its mother called it Xiao Hong. Above it were Da Hong, Not-Very-Red, White-Plus-Yellow, Specially-Yellow, and Ugly-Ugly. The fox neither liked nor hated the name Xiao Hong and hadn’t planned on changing it, but Wu Boyi did sound a bit better than Xiao Hong.

Its mother didn’t want it anymore, so she wouldn’t care if it changed its name or not.

The boy beside it was already fast asleep, the sound of tiny snores reaching the fox’s ears bit by bit. Wu Boyi rested its head on its front paws, tilting its head to observe him.

Wu Yao was different from any child it had ever seen—fair-skinned, tender, with delicate features and a pair of large eyes that were bright and clear. Just looking at him made one feel a natural sense of goodwill. Such an innocent-looking child actually had so many schemes; humans truly were born liars.

What Wu Boyi needed most right now was a liar willing to help it. Everyone wanted to escape the village, so the boy’s words should be credible. It was just that currently, it couldn’t even beat a rooster—how could it help him?

Perhaps this was another scam. But they had already squeezed every bit of value out of it; what was left on its body worth coveting? Did they have to drive it to death and skin it to make a scarf?

It was too dangerous; they shouldn’t have cooperated.

The wounds began to throb again. Wu Boyi bit the tip of its tail, anxiously clawing at the bedsheets.

The boy was woken up by the noise and mumbled unclearly, “Shiyi, don’t bother me.”

Wu Boyi flattened its ears and arched its back. Who was he calling? His accomplice?

The boy blinked blankly, his tone laced with disappointment, “It’s Baiyi… why isn’t the little fox sleeping yet?”

He reached out and scooped Wu Boyi into his arms. “We’re grasshoppers on the same string now. I’m counting on you to lead me out of the village. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t like people; they have mouths and tell lies. Foxes are different; you’re a little mute who can’t speak human words.” The boy rubbed its head, burying his face in its soft fur. “Goodnight, my mute fox.”

Wu Boyi nudged the boy’s neck with its nose, opening its mouth as if to bite down. The boy didn’t show the slightest intention of dodging, sleeping soundly on top of it. The fox fell silent for a long while before slowly retracting its fangs, resting its head on the boy’s shoulder.

It needed a little liar who wouldn’t lie to it.

A child’s body fatigued easily. Despite the eerie and dangerous environment, Wu Yao slept very deeply and even had a few small dreams related to the silly dog. In the dream, the sturdy man seemed very anxious, licking his cheek over and over regardless of his scolding.

Wu Yao felt hot all over and his mind went blank from the licking. Before he could figure out what the man wanted to say, the dream was torn to shreds by the system’s scream.

“Aaaaaah!!!”

“Get up, kid! Your dead-meat dad is alive!”

Wu Yao snapped his eyes open, coming face-to-face with a dark, sallow face. The man bared his yellow teeth, “Time to get up, Laicai! The sun is shining on your butt!”

With breath this stinky, it was indeed his scumbag dad. Wu Yao dry-heaved, nearly vomiting from the stench. A moist sensation lingered on his cheek; it seemed he had integrated reality into his dream. The one truly licking him just now wasn’t the silly dog, but the stupid fox.

The scumbag dad had risen from the dead. Wu Boyi, acting in the spirit of good faith, had wanted to lick its partner awake. Finding him sleeping like a dead pig, it decisively abandoned him and ran off. In the end, they hadn’t known each other long enough for deep feelings.

Wu Yao’s reaction was cold. The system yelled for a while before feeling a bit foolish. “You already guessed he would resurrect?”

“His death was too sudden and fishy. Judging by Zhaodi and Pandi’s reactions, they didn’t believe the scumbag dad was really dead. They might have developed psychological issues from being tortured and can’t step out of the shadow, or they might know the man won’t truly die.”

There was another reason Wu Yao didn’t mention: he suspected that last night’s drama of “sacrificing his life to save his son” was an act by the man. Otherwise, it was impossible to explain why he knew monsters spawned in the yard at night yet failed to provide any security for Laicai’s room.

The behavior was contradictory. The man’s affection for Laicai was likely a facade; he was keeping the boy for another purpose.

Wu Yao thought it increasingly strange. “Grandpa System, did you read the manual for the blank avatar this time?”

The system instantly got excited. “Speaking of that, I’m so annoyed! What era is this, and they still use paper manuals? Three whole pages of text—who could read that! I searched for a TL. DR version online; it definitely won’t go wrong this time.”

“I turned on auto-navigation for the avatar to let it land near the target and find a suitable chance to integrate into the world. However, I don’t understand why it became a child. I clearly dropped an adult avatar.” The system flipped through the report. “The identity the avatar set for you is a photography enthusiast who specifically came to Changning Xiaoyin Village to photograph wild red foxes—no friends, no relatives, a social network cleaner than my wallet. Your actual situation doesn’t match the report; you have a dad and sisters and you’re a village kid. I’ve already sent the avatar back to the maintenance department.”

The system had just joined the Transmigration Company and didn’t understand the situation, unaware that a blank avatar would absolutely never arrange complex interpersonal relationships for an employee. The possibility of the avatar malfunctioning was low. If that was the case, why would an adult photographer turn into the five-year-old little Laicai?

Zhaodi knelt by the bed to serve her brother as he got up. Pandi crouched in front of the scumbag dad, busy with something unknown. Wu Yao leaned over to look, then frowned and looked away.

The system was stunned for a long while: “My God, how can he do this to his own daughter!”

“They might not be his biological daughters.”

“?!”

“The mission name is ‘Caisheng Zhege,’ which refers to kidnapping ordinary people and crippling them to earn money by gaining sympathy. This world likely involves human trafficking; Zhaodi and Pandi might be fake daughters he kidnapped or bought. Why do you seem so unfamiliar with this? Doesn’t the Infinite Flow department have these kinds of dungeons?”

The system recalled for a while. “There are some, but I clearly remember it being called something like ‘Ear Cleaning’.”

Wu Yao: … Sigh.

Relying on being the man’s “legacy,” Wu Yao made a fuss and insisted that Papa hug him. The scumbag dad pulled up his pants, kicked Pandi away, and scooped his son into his arms. “Laicai is going to kindergarten tomorrow. There will be lots of children to play with you. Is Laicai happy?”

Wu Yao raised his hand. “Happy!”

Five years old was indeed the age to attend kindergarten. This meant a new map was opening up.

Whether he didn’t remember or didn’t care, the scumbag dad didn’t mention last night’s events to Wu Yao at all, acting as if nothing had happened. None of the several plans Wu Yao had prepared were needed.

After breakfast, the man took Pandi and went out. Wu Yao cried and screamed, wanting to go too. The man said that was a place only adults could go, and told Laicai to eat well and grow up fast; once he became a man, Papa would take him there.

The system viciously gnawed on a meat skewer. “What kind of place can boys not go but girls can? Bah!”

“Women’s bathhouses, women’s restrooms.”

“That’s different! What we’re talking about isn’t the same thing.”

Wu Yao shook his head. He knew what the man’s words made the system think of, but things weren’t that simple. Laicai’s house hid a much bigger secret.

Zhaodi, left at home, was like an unintelligent NPC; she only moved according to fixed routes and wouldn’t proactively approach Laicai. Wu Yao tried to communicate with her, but she only gave simple one- or two-sentence answers. Once a keyword was triggered, she would stop talking.

Parents, the back mountain, the fox, the village, the city, eating, the statue…

Almost every question caused the other party to fall into silence; the mission had zero progress. Just as Wu Yao was thinking of a different angle, his peripheral vision caught a small tail wagging up and down behind the corn pile, hooking his attention so he couldn’t look away. After a moment, the little fox turned and poked its head out, tilting its chin at him.

Seeing that Laicai wasn’t asking any more questions, Zhaodi lowered her head and returned to her room. Wu Yao watched her back thoughtfully until the fox gave two soft whines, and he retracted his gaze. Why did she always keep her head down? Was it a psychological issue or…

Wu Yao couldn’t help but look up at the sky. The sun was blazing and the sky was clear; there was nothing strange.

The little fox had eaten his food last night and specifically brought prey as a return gift today. Wu Yao rejected the dead frog and dead sparrow. “I don’t eat these.”

The fox pondered for a while, turned to nudge its tail, and pulled a can of mixed congee out from inside. It patted the iron can, which bore teeth marks, and shook its head at the boy. This one was too hard to bite and didn’t taste good.

Wu Yao’s eyes lit up and he grabbed its tail. The fox was startled, letting out a low growl and baring its teeth at him. Wu Yao shook the fox’s tail; three lollipops and a bag of snack sausages rolled onto the ground. He shook it a few more times, and a half-melon actually fell out of the tiny fox tail.

Wu Yao’s eyes widened. “You hid all this? It can hold so much?” With a spatial tail, he finally saw a shadow of a fox spirit in Wu Boyi.

Wu Yao confiscated the snacks and stuffed several pieces of fresh organs into the tail. The fox didn’t struggle, tilting its head to observe him quietly.

“You can’t open the wrappers; accidentally eating plastic will make you sick. Don’t steal human food anymore. If you’re hungry, come find me. Plenty of organs.”

Hearing about food, Wu Boyi’s ears instantly stood up. It moved closer to Wu Yao and nudged his cheek with its nose. The moist, soft touch made Wu Yao daze for a second; he suddenly realized his longing for the silly dog hadn’t vanished with time.

This wasn’t a good sign.

Wu Yao tapped the little fox’s forehead and gently pushed it away. “My face is prone to allergies, and so are my hands. In the future, you can lick my wrist or somewhere else.”

Wu Boyi looked serious. “Wa-wa.”

“I’m going to kindergarten tomorrow. Do you know what the situation is over there?” Wu Boyi couldn’t open wrappers, and Wu Yao was worried it might choke itself to death, so he chatted while digging through the fox tail, trying to replace all the snacks with fresh meat.

Wu Boyi shook its head.

“You’ve never been?”

The fox clawed at the dirt. “New”

“It’s newly opened? There wasn’t one in the village before?”

“Ying.”

Wu Yao sighed. He really should teach Wu Boyi more characters. Laicai had a set of literacy cards he could take out and use later.

He asked it who it wanted to get revenge on. The fox drew a simple little village, put a large cross on it, then drew a stick figure and circled it separately. It wanted to kill everyone in the village, except little Laicai.

Wu Yao frowned in thought. “Why?”

“Human, liar.”

“They all lied to you?”

The fox nodded viciously.

Wu Yao stared at it in surprise. Was Wu Boyi speaking out of anger? Or did the entire village really unite to deceive it?

A strange sensation from his hand interrupted Wu Yao’s thoughts. He fumbled for a while and slowly pulled a police cap and a blood-stained handgun out of the tail.