"You... what did you do to Mom and Dad?"
Sister collapsed on the ground, her pitch-black eyes fixated on the Soul Capturing Bag in Lin Feng's hand, her voice trembling slightly.
She could feel it.
The Yin Energy emanating from the bag was unmistakably the aura of Mom and Dad!
Though it was much weaker and suppressed by some force, she would never mistake it.
They were her "family," with whom she had lived in this "home" for nearly a year.
Now, they were all inside the bag held by this human.
"Nothing much."
Lin Feng squatted down, still wearing that gentle smile that made even specters shiver:
"Just inviting them to move to a new place."
"The environment might not be as good as here, but it's quiet, no need to worry about players disturbing them."
As he spoke, he shook the Soul Capturing Bag, and muffled thuds and indistinct curses came from inside.
"See, they're so happy in there."
Sister shuddered all over.
In the livestream, the chat was going wild.
[Chat: You call that happy?]
[Chat: Mom and Dad: I'm happy you...]
[Chat: This isn't a player, this is definitely a specter trafficker.]
[Chat: The biggest tragedy since Warm Home opened: a family of three taken away by a player.]
[Chat: Sister: I'm panicking right now, really panicking, what do I do? Waiting online, very urgent!]
[Chat: Suggest Sister write a will, though she might not get the chance.]
[Chat: Black Robe Brother: A family should stay together.]
Lin Feng looked at Sister's terrified eyes, his smile growing even kinder.
"Now, it's just you left."
He said softly, as if coaxing a child:
"Brother will take you to reunite with Mom and Dad, okay?"
"No... no!"
Sister struggled desperately, but the more she struggled, the tighter the Soul Hook Chain became, its runes' glow continuously eroding her soul.
She could feel her strength draining away, her soul growing weaker.
"Let me go! You bully specters!"
She screamed, her voice tinged with sobs:
"I'm going to report you!"
This made Lin Feng pause for a moment.
"Report?"
He blinked, then smiled even more brightly:
"That's not possible, brother is working, a proper job."
With that, he stopped wasting words and directly pulled out the Soul Capturing Bag, aiming its opening at Sister.
"Capture!"
"No—!!!"
Sister let out a piercing scream, her entire soul twisting and deforming, turning into a wisp of black smoke as it was sucked into the bag.
The scream gradually weakened inside the bag, eventually disappearing.
Lin Feng skillfully tied the red string, shaking the bag.
Hmm, it's heavier this time.
Three Wild Ghosts, one mid-stage, one late-stage, one early-stage, adding up to at least eighty Performance Points.
A bountiful harvest!
He contentedly hung the Soul Capturing Bag back on his waist, feeling the weight at his side fill him with immense joy.
Three years, and he finally understood what "the joy of harvest" meant!
[Chat: ...]
[Chat: ...]
[Chat: A family of three, all together.]
[Chat: Black Robe Brother: I can't stand seeing family separated.]
[Chat: Warm Home dungeon announced permanent closure.]
[Chat: Does anyone know him? Which noble family does he belong to?]
[Chat: Four D-Class Anomalous Tools, catching specters like catching chickens, he's definitely a core member of some major power.]
[Chat: Suggest checking if any young master from a family has come out to experience life recently.]
[Chat: Experience life? This is clearly a sweep! Like a certain someone entering a village.]
[Chat: Warm Home: So, who did I provoke?]
The number of viewers in the livestream had already surpassed five thousand and was still rising.
Lin Feng didn't know that the livestream had already imagined him as the young master of some hidden family.
He was currently doing something more important—
A sweep.
That's right, a sweep.
As a professional Soul-Reaper of the Underworld, he knew one thing: since he was here, how could he not check thoroughly?
"The family of three is captured, but what if there's a fish that slipped through the net?"
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Lin Feng stroked his chin, surveying the pink girl's room.
"The rules say there are only three family members. But what if a relative visited? What if there's a pet? What if the furniture became sentient?"
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
"No, I have to search carefully."
And so, under the stunned gaze of over five thousand viewers in the livestream, Lin Feng began his "house dismantling" operation.
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