[Bullet Screen: !!!]
[Bullet Screen: Did he just kick the door open?!]
[Bullet Screen: Didn't the rules say not to disturb Dad while he's working?]
[Bullet Screen: This isn't just a disturbance, this is making trouble!]
[Bullet Screen: Dad: I've been working here for a year and never seen such arrogance.]
Inside the study room, a middle-aged man in a gray suit sat behind a desk.
He held a bone-white pen, its tip hovering over a piece of human skin parchment, having just written half a blood-red character.
The moment the door was kicked open, he visibly jolted, as if startled.
The pen drew a long bloodstain across the paper, ruining the entire "document."
It took a full three seconds before Dad slowly raised his head.
He had a standard square face, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and looked like a refined intellectual.
Except his eyes were completely black with no whites, and black blood continuously seeped from the corners of his mouth.
"You..."
Dad's voice was low and hoarse, filled with suppressed anger:
"You've interrupted my work."
According to the script, he should now say the line:
"Disobedient children must be punished."
Then reveal his true form and tear the player to pieces.
He had followed this process thirty-seven times, never failing.
But today, the script seemed off.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
Lin Feng stood at the door, casually waving his hand:
"Could you cooperate a bit? I have a target to meet."
Dad: "???"
He was stunned.
What target?
Cooperate with what?
Is this newcomer out of his mind?
[Bullet Screen: Target? What target?]
[Bullet Screen: What's he talking about?]
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[Bullet Screen: This conversation is completely off track.]
[Bullet Screen: Dad's expression is priceless, I took a screenshot.]
Dad's confusion lasted only a moment, quickly replaced by overwhelming anger.
He had been in this dungeon for almost a year, hosting dozens of players, and none had ever dared to kick the door open!
Nor had anyone dared to speak to him in such a tone!
"You... courting death!"
Dad suddenly stood up, his gray suit began to bulge, black blood gushing from his seven orifices, his whole body swelling like it was inflated.
The gold-rimmed glasses shattered, revealing completely black eye sockets with swirling crimson light inside.
His hands transformed into claws, nails extending to one foot long, gleaming with a metallic sheen.
His aura suddenly surged to the late-stage Wild Ghost level.
[Bullet Screen: It's over! Dad is furious!]
[Bullet Screen: Last time Dad got angry, he tore the player to pieces.]
[Bullet Screen: Even with two D-Class Anomalous Tools, this newcomer is doomed, Dad's rage is close to C-Level!]
[Bullet Screen: Run! What are you waiting for?]
The livestream was filled with anxiety.
But Lin Feng's eyes lit up.
"Late-stage Wild Ghost? Still hiding strength? This Yin Energy Concentration... worth at least forty performance points!"
Instead of running, he stepped forward, actively confronting the transforming Dad.
"Come on, show me what you've got."
Lin Feng beckoned with his finger, as if teasing a pet.
"Roar—!!!"
Dad was completely enraged, letting out an inhuman roar, transforming into a black shadow charging at Lin Feng!
His speed was so fast, leaving afterimages in the air!
The claws tore through the air with a sharp sound, aiming straight for Lin Feng's throat!
If that claw hit, it could tear through steel, let alone a human!
[Bullet Screen: It's over!]
[Bullet Screen: It's the end.]
[Bullet Screen: What a pity, this newcomer was actually quite interesting.]
[Bullet Screen: Wait! Look!]
Just as the claws were about to touch Lin Feng's neck—
"Whoosh!"
A pitch-black chain shot from Lin Feng's hand, precisely wrapping around Dad's neck.
It was the Soul Hook Chain!
Dad sensed the threat emanating from the chain, his heart skipped a beat.
At the critical moment, he demonstrated the powerful abilities of a late-stage Wild Ghost.
His forward momentum twisted in mid-air, dodging the chain at an angle defying physics!
The Soul Hook Chain brushed against his neck, the searing light of its runes carving a burnt mark into his skin as black smoke coiled upward.
"Dodged it?"
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes, which quickly turned into greater interest:
"Not bad, better than Mom."
To Dad, these words were blatant mockery.
"You... damn it!"
Dad steadied himself, the bone-white pen in his hand began to transform.
The pen extended, the tip becoming a sharp spearhead, turning into a one-foot-long bone spike!
The surface of the bone spike was covered with dense blood-red runes, exuding a chilling aura.
[Bullet Screen: It's Dad's exclusive anomalous tool! Bone Pen!]
[Bullet Screen: D-Level Mid-Grade Anomalous Tool! Last time he used this to pin a player to the wall!]
[Bullet Screen: This newcomer is in danger!]
Dad charged at Lin Feng again, bone pen in hand.
This time, he was faster, the angle more cunning, the bone pen aimed straight for Lin Feng's heart!
Lin Feng still didn't dodge.
With a flip of his left hand, a palm-sized bronze bell appeared.
The bell was ancient bronze, intricately carved with cloud patterns, the clapper a small piece of black bone.
It was another standard piece of Underworld equipment—the Spirit Calming Bell!
Though also a Low-Grade Magic Tool, it was specifically crafted to counter ghostly entities, capable of deterring any specter below the Resentful Ghost level and freezing their soul-bodies in place.
As Dad charged forward, the bone pen only half a foot from Lin Feng's heart—
"Jingle!"
Lin Feng gently shook the bell in his hand.
The crisp bell sound echoed in the study room.
The sound wasn't loud, yet it seemed to resonate directly within the soul!
Dad's charging form suddenly halted!
Like a car slamming on the brakes at high speed, his movements froze, stopping in place, maintaining the thrusting posture.
His pitch-black eyes, the crimson light within flickered violently, showing his desperate struggle.
But the Spirit Calming Bell's effect targeted soul bodies specifically, the more he struggled, the stronger the suppression on his soul.
"Not bad."
Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction, flipping his right hand again.
A three-foot-long black wooden stick appeared in his hand.
The stick was entirely black, smooth as a mirror, with silver runes embedded at both ends.
The Ghost Beating Stick!
The last piece of the Underworld Soul-Reaper's standard four-piece set, also a Low-Grade Magic Tool, specialized in striking ghostly entities, one hit causing soul body shock, two hits dispersing Yin Energy, three hits reverting to original form.
"Here, take this."
Lin Feng raised the Ghost Beating Stick, striking Dad's forehead with it!
"Bang!!!"
A dull thud sounded.
Dad was sent flying, crashing heavily against the study room wall!
The human skin "decorations" originally on the wall were shaken off.
Dad's soul body visibly dimmed, the Yin Energy on him fluctuating violently, almost dissipating.
[Bullet Screen: ...]
[Bullet Screen: ...]
[Bullet Screen: ...]
The livestream was flooded with ellipses.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Two D-Class Anomalous Tools were already outrageous, and now two more?
Four D-Class Anomalous Tools?
Is this even reasonable?
[Bullet Screen: Four... four D-Class Anomalous Tools?]
[Bullet Screen: Which rich young master is he? Coming to a newbie dungeon to fish?]
[Bullet Screen: This equipment is ridiculously luxurious!]
[Bullet Screen: Warm Home: I was terrified at the time.]
[Bullet Screen: Dad: Wasn't I supposed to be the BOSS?]
[Bullet Screen: This isn't a player, this is a GM!]
Dad slumped in the corner, his soul body dim, Yin Energy scattered.
He struggled to stand, but the Spirit Calming Bell's effect hadn't fully worn off, his soul body wouldn't obey.
Lin Feng, holding the Ghost Beating Stick, leisurely walked over, crouching in front of him.
"Can you still move? If you can, let's continue."
Dad: "..."
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