UCS Chapter 97

The director enthusiastically promoted their weapons to Gao Shi.

Gao Shi looked at the wall full of Buddhas and the Buddha himself, remained silent for a while, and decided to buy one of each.

Even if the appearance was hard to describe, at least the firepower was sufficient, right?

Seeing Gao Shi’s cooperation, the director was so happy his mouth almost split to his ears, even using honorifics, “Captain Gao, your son and you have provided a lot of experimental material for our research, so your first purchase will get a 10% discount.”

Gao Shi paused with his card in hand, “What’s the connection between your research on these weapons and experimental material?”

Experimental material? That’s not those bastards like the Evil God, right? These people were sent to the research institute—how did they get involved with the technical department?

The director rubbed his hands together, “We’re researching weapons against ghosts, after all. Without test subjects, how could we do it? So we took our newly developed weapons and used them as enemies in experiments. In the research process, we owe a lot to them—especially the one labeled 104—for their support.”

“Other ghosts, even with weakened weapons, would scatter after one bullet. But 104 is different—he can take many hits and can even self-repair.”

“104… the Evil God?”

“Yes, that old ghost who calls himself the Evil God! Hehe, not to hide from you, although the state gives us a lot of funding, some things we want to research are still a bit tight on budget. Selling this batch of weapons will let us start new projects.”

In other words, every weapon he bought would turn into bullets aimed at the Evil God.

Gao Shi immediately doubled his purchase quantity.

It absolutely wasn’t about revenge, absolutely not—just because he had money and could afford to be reckless.

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Late at night.

Today’s mission was delayed, and after finishing, it was already late. Huang Shan hurried to the family room, quietly pushed the door open, and found Yiyi asleep on the table.

Huang Shan gently picked up his daughter. Yiyi turned in his arms, burying her face in his neck, obviously sensing the familiar scent, not waking up but sleeping even more soundly.

Huang Shan stroked his daughter’s head, carefully turned her face to the shadowed side of his neck, and quietly closed the family room door.

Afraid of waking his daughter, Huang Shan didn’t turn on the corridor light.

He had walked this corridor many times, knowing the exit blindfolded, but tonight’s corridor felt different from usual.

The moment he stepped into the corridor, every hair on his body stood on end. He quickly pressed against the wall, hiding his figure, and with a flick of his wrist, a pen slid from his sleeve into his hand.

In the empty corridor, faint footsteps echoed.

He didn’t turn on the light because his eyes, enhanced by spiritual energy, were especially sharp. He was afraid the light would wake Yiyi, so he deliberately didn’t turn it on. But why didn’t the person outside turn on the light?

He gently placed Yiyi behind a dark door in the corridor, then crept along the wall, moving silently forward.

From his angle, he could see a gray-white figure wriggling on the ground.

Now!

Huang Shan rushed out from the corner, wrist flipping, the sharp tip of the pen flashing in the moonlight by the window.

At the moment he looked up, Huang Shan happened to meet the other person’s gaze.

He was startled, but his body couldn’t stop, so the sharp tip of the pen pressed against the other person’s artery.

Limbs entangled, skin touching, the other person looked especially cold, but his body temperature was higher than normal, feeling almost hot to the touch.

Huang Shan was momentarily dazed, quickly stepped back, and apologized, “Sorry.”

The person in front of him was Feiyu.

Just now, Feiyu had been crawling on the floor like a big rat.

“What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What’s it to you?”

Feiyu wasn’t startled by Huang Shan’s action, never making a defensive move, but his face still showed annoyance, clearly still angry from the afternoon.

Like a sulking child, he turned his head away, refusing to look at Huang Shan.

A flash of inspiration crossed Huang Shan’s mind. He pulled out the little wood carving that Feiyu had thrown on the ground during the day, “Are you looking for this?”

When Feiyu saw the wood carving, his eyes widened. He instinctively wanted to reach out, but then remembered he had thrown it away in front of Huang Shan. Reaching out now would be so embarrassing.

So Feiyu proudly clenched his fist.

“Other people’s unwanted things are given to me… how could I possibly be looking for this? Don’t flatter yourself!”

Feiyu’s pretense was obviously terrible. He kept glancing at Huang Shan’s hand, thinking he was being very discreet.

Huang Shan couldn’t help but laugh. He reached out to grab Feiyu’s hand. Feiyu made a token struggle, didn’t break free, and let Huang Shan pry open his fingers, then placed the wood carving inside.

“Who said it was unwanted? This is yours now.”

Hearing this, Feiyu looked a bit happy, but he still turned his head away, refusing to look at Huang Shan.

“The one your daughter wears around her neck is much more delicate than mine. Dare you say this one isn’t just for practice?”

“This…” Huang Shan really couldn’t say.

Feiyu waited for an answer, suddenly turned his head, eyes wide, about to get angry again. Huang Shan smiled bitterly, “Your temper is really…”

“I originally wanted to give you a different gift, but since I saw you liked this, I decided to give you this instead.”

Huang Shan explained, “Originally, I wanted to give you a pen.”

Feiyu’s gaze followed Huang Shan’s cheek down to his hand, where he was holding a pen.

The pen was soaked in Huang Shan’s strong scent.

“Is this… really for me?” Feiyu’s face felt warm, but luckily it was too dark to see.

Huang Shan was oblivious, looking at the pen in his hand, “No, this isn’t it. This pen is mine, I’ve used it for many years.”

The pen in Huang Shan’s hand was already chipped and worn.

“Oh.”

Feiyu returned to his expressionless face, at least no longer sulking.

Feiyu awkwardly said, “Alright, alright, I don’t care about this stuff. You’re here to pick up your kid, right? Where did you put her?”

Huang Shan took a couple of steps and gently picked up his peacefully sleeping daughter from behind the hidden door.

The little girl’s face was rosy from sleep, as cute as a red apple.

Feiyu, deep down, thought the little girl was adorable and wanted to be close to her, but when he remembered she was the child of Huang Shan and someone else, he felt a pang of pain.

“You really dote on her.”

Huang Shan touched Yiyi’s forehead, then held her more comfortably.

He smiled gently, “Of course, Yiyi is my precious daughter. If I don’t dote on her, who else would I dote on?”

Feiyu said sourly, “Hmph. Don’t you have another lover you love to death?”

Huang Shan’s smile faded slightly, and he looked steadily at Feiyu, “Yes, I love my lover very much.”

“They are both indispensable parts of my life.”

When he said this, the silver mark hidden under his clothes began to emit a faint glow.

The light seemed to desperately want to fly toward Feiyu, but Feiyu’s body was like an invisible barrier, blocking the soft light.

Feiyu looked at Huang Shan, feeling as if he had drunk two jars of aged vinegar.

His gaze was so affectionate, if only that gaze was for…

Feiyu bit his lip and stopped thinking.

He looked at the little girl, hesitated for a moment, then reached out, “This kid is quite cute. I’ll give her a talisman that activates in danger—you don’t think anything of it! I just think this kid is likable, not because of you.”

Huang Shan was stunned, something flashed through his mind, but before he could sort it out, he saw Feiyu’s fingertip touch Yiyi’s forehead. Feiyu’s fingertip emitted white light, and the moment it touched Yiyi’s forehead, a white mark appeared on her forehead, resembling a bird spreading its wings.

Feiyu trembled.

He suddenly looked at Huang Shan, “Who is her mother? Why does she have my Kunpeng bloodline?!”

Those with Kunpeng bloodline all had a mark on their forehead.

Huang Shan looked at him, his expression strange, slowly said, “Actually, to be precise… she shouldn’t be called mother. She should be called the child’s other father.”

Feiyu’s pupils contracted sharply. For the first time, when Huang Shan mentioned his elusive lover, he met Huang Shan’s gaze and clearly saw the longing and affection in Huang Shan’s eyes that he had coveted for so long.

Even if he was a block of wood, he could see that this affection wasn’t for the unseen lover, but for him.

For him…

Feiyu’s mind was in chaos, feeling as if someone was whispering in his ear, pulling his thoughts into a tangled mess like cotton. He wanted to hear these voices clearly, to see the fleeting images, but he couldn’t, only the headache grew worse.

In the chaos, a thought gradually became clear—

He struggled to ask, “Could it be that her Kunpeng bloodline… comes from me?”

The moment he said this, Feiyu’s eyes flashed with white light, then returned to darkness, a temporary blindness caused by excessive pain.

Huang Shan’s joyful smile hadn’t fully bloomed before it froze on his face. He panicked and rushed toward Feiyu, who collapsed into complete darkness.

“Winter Snow?! Winter Snow—!”

…

Huang Shan carried Feiyu to the hall. Not long after, Yin Ling’s team and Gao Shi’s team surrounded Huang Shan.

An incredulous voice cut through the silent night—

“What?! Yiyi’s mother is Feiyu?!”

“What? Yiyi is oviparous?!”

“Are you kidding me! You’ve been incubating an egg for five years?!!”

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