Our Entire Family Has Secrets [Transmigrated] - Chapter 35

In the dead of night at 1 a.m., with the darkness deep and the wind high, Under the hazy moonlight, a figure flitted across rooftops, nearly impossible to catch.

Finally, as the last glimpse vanished, it disappeared into the depths of an alley.

Emerging was Yuan Bozhu, who appeared just like an ordinary teenager out late having lost track of time.

Despite the biting night wind, he wore only a thin short-sleeved shirt, slowly making his way towards his residential complex.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take a taxi; it was mainly because there were fewer cars at this hour.

Or perhaps he simply wanted to take a leisurely stroll and feel the breeze.

In any case, this was how Yuan Bozhu returned.

A coincidental encounter.

Underneath the apartment building, he met Yuan Qifeng, who was smoking.

The two brothers silently exchanged a glance.

“Damn.”

Yuan Qifeng stubbed out his cigarette, glanced around, then hurried towards him, his face full of vigilance:

“You’re only just getting back now? And why aren’t you wearing a jacket!”

Yuan Bozhu’s mind was blank for a moment, muttered under his breath, and replied, “Ah, it’s not… Yuan Wanjiao didn’t tell you today—uh, lately, there have been murderers, robbers, and arsonists everywhere, do you know? It’s 1 a.m., 1 a.m.! You brat, just because you’re eighteen doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!”

Yuan Bozhu quietly waited for him to finish and then asked, “Why aren’t you going home?”

Yuan Qifeng was directly hit where it hurt, his earlier confidence quickly replaced by weakness.

His eyes darted around, and finally, he came up with an excuse:

“I’m afraid of waking our parents up. They sleep deeply.”

“They wouldn’t wake up for anything that happens at night.”

“Don’t mind me,” Yuan Qifeng deflected, broken-hearted.

Yuan Bozhu glanced at him and said, “Okay.”

Then he brushed past him without really caring about him.

Yuan Qifeng was startled, and a feeling of sadness of being abandoned by his grown-up brother came over him.

He chased after him, grabbed Yuan Bozhu’s neck, and said, “You don’t care about your brother’s life or death at all, right!”

Yuan Bozhu glanced at him, but didn’t push him away. But he didn’t say anything either.

“Hiss…”

Yuan Qifeng’s sensitive sense of smell began to stir again.

He sniffed up and down, his eyes hesitated, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he held back and just said,

“Don’t play so late next time. If there is really something, just, call me.”

“You want to leave?” Yuan Bozhu realized that he had something to say.

“Just a little, go out for a short trip.”

“How long.”

“Let me calculate…”

Yuan Qifeng pretended to count on his fingers, but in fact he had no idea how long it would take to deal with this matter.

Yuan Qifeng was ambushed before and killed several orcs.

It was obviously an act of self-protection, but he was reminded by the Special Blood Management Bureau that if he caused another death, he would be confined. As a result, he is now cautious and cannot act casually.

After the mall fire, the people of the management bureau finally stood up and took the initiative to find Zhuyu.

But the boss of Zhuyu is a smiling tiger. He is easy to talk to on the surface, but he keeps making small moves behind the scenes.

The management bureau does not know the strength of the other party, so it can only test and dare not act casually.

The matter has reached a deadlock, so Yuan Qifeng can only be a wolf with his tail between his legs.

He cannot fight and cannot kill people. A good werewolf is as obedient as a dog.

“It’s almost time.”

Yuan Qifeng stopped counting the days, and suddenly patted Yuan Bozhu on the shoulder and said maturely,

“Once this year is over, everything will be fine.”

Yuan Wanjiao was waiting for him in the living room.

She did not turn on the lights and sat on the sofa without saying a word.

If Yuan Bozhu hadn’t noticed her breathing, he might have been really scared.

“A Zhu.”

She called out faintly like a ghost.

Yuan Bozhu turned on the light in the living room with a blank expression.

“Have you gone to see your ‘early love object’?” Yuan Wanjiao asked him.

Yuan Bozhu said nothing, walked into the house, poured a glass of water, and drank it with his head tilted back.

Yuan Wanjiao complained again:

“Your brother can’t stay at home!”

Yuan Bozhu said:

“I’m reviewing at my classmate’s house.”

“I don’t believe it.”

Yuan Wanjiao curled her lips, “Your grades will be the same whether you review or not.”

Yuan Bozhu looked at her for a while and asked:

“Don’t you want to sleep?”

“I want to sleep; I’ll sleep when you wait.”

Perhaps seeing Yuan Bozhu go home, she breathed a sigh of relief, the darkness on her face also dissipated a little, stretched her waist, and began to nag:

“Don’t think that I’m making a fuss. You didn’t watch the live news tonight. Robberies and knife murders occurred in several places. It was particularly terrible. The murderer has not been caught yet. Qiancheng is sending more police forces to increase public security management, but some things are hard to say. In short, don’t let us worry, just go home on time, okay?”

Yuan Bozhu didn’t argue with her and nodded:

“I know.”

Yuan Wanjiao stood up and suddenly took something out of her pocket, walked over and handed it to Yuan Bozhu:

“Take this.”

Yuan Bozhu took it and took a look.

My heart stagnated quietly.

This is the lich spirit.

It is similar to the Yuanshen of a cultivator.

The lich spirit is the energy core of every lich.

It is not difficult for a lich to extract it from the body, but they usually do so only in special circumstances – for example, when they need to use the lich spirit to protect someone.

When the person being protected is in danger, a huge energy field will explode from the lich spirit to form a barrier.

The stronger the power of the lich is, the stronger this protective barrier is.

If the barrier is broken, the lich spirit will also be damaged.

This means that the lich himself, who is far away, will also suffer the same damage.

“This is a talisman.” Yuan Wanjiao said nonsense casually, “I prayed to the Bodhisattva for a long time. You must wear it on your body recently. You can’t leave it for a moment, understand?”

Yuan Bozhu didn’t respond for a long time.

Yuan Wanjiao took out this thing, which meant that she felt that Yuan Bozhu would be in danger recently. And the source of this danger, she determined that it was the scene she saw in the prophecy.

Although Yuan Bozhu had no way of knowing her prediction, he probably knew that Yuan Wanjiao was taking the matter too seriously.Top of Form

However, there was no need to use Yuan Wanjiao’s wraith for this.

“Wow…” Yuan Wanjiao yawned.

Yuan Bozhu stood in place, holding the “spirit” of the wraith in his palm.

What should have been a solemn atmosphere shifted because of Yuan Wanjiao’s yawn.

She patted Yuan Bozhu on the shoulder and said, “I’m going to bed first. You have exams tomorrow, so get some rest.”

Yuan Bozhu watched her turn away and suddenly called out, “Sister.”

“Hmm?” Yuan Wanjiao turned to look at him.

Yuan Bozhu held the wraith in his hand, looked up at Yuan Wanjiao, and said, “It’s alright. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, goodnight.” Yuan Wanjiao waved her hand and walked back to her room.

Yuan Bozhu sat cross-legged on the bed.

Since coming to this world, he rarely acted seriously on anything. Uncertain about the impact his powers from another world might have on this one, he mostly restrained himself when possible. When he couldn’t restrain himself, he avoided people.

This was perhaps the first time Yuan Bozhu had voluntarily used his past magic.

The wraith wasn’t a true spirit in the sense Yuan Bozhu knew from the three souls and seven spirits; it could only be attempted—using the wraith to share souls with Yuan Wanjiao.

If successful, he would see all of Yuan Wanjiao’s memories and also her prophecies.

Unlike others in the family, Yuan Wanjiao’s prophecies were sometimes even more effective than the information Yuan Bozhu knew from the original text—because the main storyline of the original text happened many years later, while Yuan Wanjiao’s divination was in the present.

Understanding this information might help avoid the futures in which both Yuan Wanjiao and Yuan Qifeng die.

When the sky was barely bright, Yuan Bozhu exhaled heavily.

He opened his eyes, the darkness in his gaze gradually fading.

He got off the bed, suddenly pulled out a piece of paper, and wrote down some information.

Spider Domain change of hands, revival of the Red Earth, outbreak of unrest, apocalypse approaching.

Lin Shuanghuai.

Death.

As he finished writing, he squinted his eyes, exerted a little force, and the pen tip broke, splattering ink over that name.

These incomplete memories shared from Yuan Wanjiao’s wraith and fragments of the prophecy unexpectedly had varying degrees of relevance to the main storyline of the next ten years.

Including the current owner of the Spider Domain, Satan.

Actually, in the main storyline ten years later, there was no description of Satan at all.

Yuan Bozhu only learned of his existence at the age of sixteen.

But Satan played a clear role in this story—he managed the Spider Domain on behalf of the main antagonist long before the great villain’s blackening, cultivating a rare group with rebellious thoughts.

However, among all these details, the existence of Lin Shuanghui was completely clueless.

According to the current search efforts of the Spider Domain for Lin Shuanghui, he shouldn’t be a completely meaningless character.

So, where was the problem?

“Son, are you up?”

A knock suddenly came from the door, and Zhang Shu spoke outside.

“You’ll be late.”

Yuan Bozhu glanced at his watch; it was already past his usual wake-up time.

His fingertips casually brushed over the paper, and all the writing dissolved into a pool of melting ink.

The Yuan family was still lively today.

Although Yuan Qifeng hadn’t returned, Yuan Wanjiao and Zhang Shu were deeply engrossed in gossip.

The morning news also played its part as background noise, detailing various recent disturbances and advising residents not to go out at night. Online, there was a storm of complaints, and people were anxious. However, the news anchor tried to maintain a calm demeanor, reading from the script.

Yuan Wanjiao took a bite of her bun and saw Yuan Bozhu putting on his school bag. Unable to resist, she reminded him, “Come back early today!”

Zhang Shu also said, “Son, if you’re scared, let Dad take you.”

Yuan Jilang looked up at Yuan Bozhu, waiting for his response.

Yuan Bozhu said, “It’s okay, we finish school early today.”

Zhang Shu was about to say something else when Yuan Wanjiao confidently patted her hand and said, “Mom, it’s alright. Don’t worry.”

Zhang Shu looked at her puzzled.

After Yuan Bozhu walked out the door, Zhang Shu couldn’t help asking, “My daughter, what have you figured out?”

Yuan Wanjiao shook her head, smiled, and said, “I haven’t figured anything out. I just know that little brother won’t be in danger.”

Mom and Dad were half-believing and half-doubting, but in the end, they didn’t inquire further. They were afraid that if Yuan Wanjiao got interested, she would drag them into another divination session.

After dinner, Yuan Wanjiao returned to her room to prepare for makeup.

She lazily twisted her waist and sat down in front of the dressing table.

With the wraith, Yuan Bozhu could know immediately about anything that happened. Although it might be risky, this not only protected her brother but also allowed her to rush to the scene immediately.

Yuan Wanjiao took a deep breath, slipped her hand into her pocket to feel her phone.

Then she froze.

Her wraith… no, the protective amulet she had given to Yuan Bozhu, how did it end up back in her own pocket?!

“Students, the monthly exams are over, and this might be our last class meeting.”

The homeroom teacher stood at the podium and spoke some heartfelt words to the whole class. He wished the students who did well in the exams to continue their efforts in their new classes and comforted those who performed below expectations, reassuring them that even staying in this class gave them a chance to rise as dark horses before the college entrance exams.

The classmates under the podium listened silently.

A few students were calculating their scores on draft paper and speculating which class they might end up in, but most had resigned themselves.

Yuan Bozhu remained calm, like an old monk in meditation, unruffled.

He was very certain that his score wouldn’t take him out of Class 7.

A stable class with stable classmates could give him a stable life in his senior year and deliver stable results.

After the homeroom teacher finished his speech, he added, “Now let’s all stay behind and do a big cleanup, considering this our final class activity.”

A few boys in the back row sighed resentfully.

“What’s the point of complaining? You guys are the last ones who should! With your grades, you’re solidly staying in our class, and even cleaning up is serving you!”

Although it wasn’t directed at Yuan Bozhu, he couldn’t help feeling like he was also benefiting.

He conscientiously responded to the homeroom teacher’s call without any complaint, starting the cleanup without hesitation.

Whole-class cleaning activities usually ended up more chaotic.

Just moving a chair could take half an hour.

While they worked, they chatted.

“Have you guys listened to that channel called ‘City Tales’? They always explain some bizarre and mysterious cases, exposing supernatural phenomena.”

“I know, I know! Last night I watched it until 3 a.m.!”

“Are they talking about rare bloodlines again? It seems like it’s true this time… someone filmed a video of an orc transforming! But it got deleted overnight by the platform.”

“Deleting it just makes it more suspicious! If it’s fake, they should directly refute it on the official channel!”

“It’s hard to say, I’m in a wait-and-see mode right now.”

Qin Rui suddenly cut in from the middle, unexpectedly saying, “You guys are adorably naive! With today’s technology, video fakery is so common. Those rumors are just messing with your heads. Why don’t you think about what you’d do if you were a rare bloodline? You wouldn’t have waited eight centuries to flaunt your superpowers with a loudspeaker, would you? You’d be waiting for someone else to sneak a video of you?”

Some laughed at his statement, but others disagreed.

“If I were a rare bloodline, I’d definitely be afraid of being treated like a monster.”

After a lot of banter, they finally reached no conclusion.

Qin Rui remained adamant, saying, “Regardless, I refuse to believe there’s any superpower in this world. I’d like to see who’s going to prove me wrong.”

He still had a certain amount of popularity in the class, so no one dared to argue against him.

Two lackeys chimed in, “Yeah, yeah, on this point, Qin Shao and I are on the same page! I think anyone who believes in these rare bloodlines is superstitious!”

Everyone shrugged and ignored these sycophants, scattering to find cleaning tasks.

Lackey number one leaned over to Qin Rui’s left and asked, “Qin Shao, are you still going to that interview? It’s this Saturday, right? We’ll accompany you?”

Lackey number two grinned and sidled up to his right, saying, “Qin Shao, did you know Laida just released a new game console for only six thousand bucks…”

Usually, Qin Rui would have casually waved his hand and bought each of them a game console.

But now was different.

He had already seen through these people.

Money could easily buy their allegiance, and Qin Rui wasn’t particularly impressed.

Chin up, he snorted, saying, “I don’t need you two. I’ve found someone else to accompany me.”

The two lackeys were stunned, looked at each other, and then asked, “Qin Shao, who?”

Among those who were short of cash in the class, who else could snatch their jobs?

“I’ll find Yuan Bozhu.” Qin Rui said proudly.

The two of them thought about it for a moment before asking, “Our class’s?”

Qin Rui rolled his eyes, pointing at Yuan Bozhu, who was wiping the window sill, saying, “Yes, him!”

“Oh oh! Him!”

Now, the two lackeys were even more confused: “Why are you looking for him? You’re going to interview as a model, and you want to find a fool as your assistant? He’s clueless and won’t be able to handle anything on the spot. How can he satisfy us?”

For some reason, Qin Rui felt a twinge of annoyance. How had he not noticed before that these two spoke like eunuchs beside the emperor…

“Get lost, I think he’s more reliable than you two combined. I want him to accompany me!” Unexpectedly, the two lackeys didn’t resist much. They just sneered disdainfully at each other, exchanged a sarcastic look, and said to Qin Rui, “Fine, fine, take him with you. He might indeed need the money more than us.”

“Shame!” Qin Rui spat at them. “Don’t be so petty. Yuan Bozhu is coming with me out of pure goodwill! You guys understand nothing!”

Having said that, he confidently walked towards Yuan Bozhu.

The two buddies immediately grabbed Yuan Bozhu’s shoulders.

When Yuan Bozhu frowned and tried to push them away, Qin Rui whispered softly, “Please, not here. We can’t let them know you’ve refused me… Give me face, please, Yuan Ge!”

Yuan Bozhu hesitated for a moment, sighed, and finally didn’t push him away. However, while wiping the windows, he subtly distanced himself from Qin Rui.

A few classmates behind them whispered that Qin Rui making friends with Yuan Bozhu was truly a sign of his decline. Some even said Yuan Bozhu had stumbled upon a stroke of luck for wealth.

The rumors continued to grow sourer, eventually morphing into “Yuan Bozhu is Qin Rui’s follower” and “He won’t last long before being kicked out.”

Qin Rui was speechless. He had never realized he was in such a sorry state, with no one believing he could make friends.

“Yuan Bozhu, you haven’t forgotten, right? Accompany me to the interview tomorrow. I exchanged some insider information with you; I can’t go back on my word.” Qin Rui said, “By the way, I haven’t added you on WeChat yet, right? Let’s exchange contact info first.”

Yuan Bozhu had never agreed to accompany Qin Rui to the interview, nor did he understand why Qin Rui had decided he should.

After finishing wiping the windows, Yuan Bozhu tried to ignore Qin Rui, but when he went to the restroom to wash the cloth, Qin Rui followed him again.

“I’ve bragged about this. If people think I can’t make friends, it’s embarrassing! I’m begging you, please!” Qin Rui, as a spoiled rich kid, had little restraint. He could always talk his way out of things.

“Yuan Ge, Yuan Bro, can you say something?” Yuan Bozhu finally felt irritated and replied reluctantly, “Address.”

“What address?” Qin Rui hadn’t caught on.

“The interview address.”

“Oh, oh, oh! It’s at the Yang Building on South Central Avenue!” Qin Rui didn’t know why he was so excited. Yuan Bozhu was just an inconspicuous classmate. Even if he made friends with someone like him, it wasn’t something to be proud of.

But Qin Rui couldn’t contain his joy, “I’ll send a car to pick you up. Just give me your home address.”

“No need.”

Yuan Bozhu noted the time and place for tomorrow, then returned to the classroom, shouldered his bag, and left alone.

Watching him leave, Qin Rui silently debated: Should I send him a big red envelope tomorrow? Would that tarnish our pure friendship? But Yuan Bozhu doesn’t seem to care about me either?

Today, Yuan Bozhu wasn’t being a good little brother.

He didn’t go home after school.

Instead, he went to Lin Shuanghuai’s residence.

He hadn’t removed the barrier under Lin Shuanghuai’s home yet.

If Lin Shuanghuai regained consciousness and found he couldn’t leave the house, it would be troublesome.

Passing by the porridge shop, Yuan Bozhu packed a bowl of vegetable porridge.

There was no other way. If Lin Shuanghuai didn’t eat at all, his powers could go out of control.

When he reached the door, Yuan Bozhu hesitated. Should he knock?

The door was half-open, so it wouldn’t make much difference. Mainly, he wanted to see if Lin Shuanghuai was awake.

He knocked, but no one answered. He wasn’t awake.

Yuan Bozhu walked in.

Lin Shuanghuai was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, just like when Yuan Bozhu had left last night, his head buried deeply in a black coat.

That was Yuan Bozhu’s coat.

There was no choice. Last night, Lin Shuanghuai insisted on Yuan Bozhu holding him to sleep. After finally getting him to sleep, putting him back in bed, Lin Shuanghuai immediately woke up again and clung to Yuan Bozhu, refusing to let go. In the end, Yuan Bozhu had to leave his coat behind. Lin Shuanghuai treated the coat, which carried his scent, as if it were Yuan Bozhu himself, holding onto it tightly and settling down.

The porridge was still warm, and Yuan Bozhu planned to wake Lin Shuanghuai up.

But no matter how many times he called out, there was no response; Lin Shuanghuai seemed to be deeper in his consciousness than any dream.

Yuan Bozhu realized that Lin Shuanghuai hadn’t eaten in two days, which was very dangerous. After some thought, he suddenly reached out and pulled the coat away from Lin Shuanghuai’s arms.

Almost instantly, Lin Shuanghuai opened his eyes wide, looking up at Yuan Bozhu with confusion and bewilderment.

Before Yuan Bozhu could say a word, Lin Shuanghuai darted towards him and hung on tightly.

Yuan Bozhu: “…”

“Ah Zu, Ah Zu, I finally got to you.” Lin Shuanghuai rambled without context. “I didn’t sleep well today, dreaming of this and that. I had to be lucky to dream of you.”

Thus, Yuan Bozhu learned that Lin Shuanghuai had dreamt of him.

“I just flew earlier; did you see it? Are my wings beautiful?” Lin Shuanghuai’s mind still seemed to be in a dream-like state, speaking without coherence or connection.

Yuan Bozhu didn’t need to respond; he just listened.

“Ah Zu, Ah Zu, Ah Zu…”

He had to respond after all.

Yuan Bozhu calmly said, “Hmm.”

“Are you a dream?”

“Hmm.”

Lin Shuanghuai slowly leaned on Yuan Bozhu’s shoulder and suddenly pressed his forehead against his, asking, “When I wake up from the dream, will you still be here?”

“No.”

“Oh…” Lin Shuanghuai seemed a bit disappointed but also seemed to accept it. “Then let me sleep a bit longer. Don’t leave yet.”

“Food.”

“I can’t eat. I want something else.”

“What?”

“Insects.”

Yuan Bozhu’s expression was indescribable. If Lin Shuanghuai knew what he was saying, his expression would probably be even more uncomfortable than Yuan Bozhu’s.

After spending some time with Lin Shuanghuai, Yuan Bozhu once again used his clothes as a substitute for himself, tucking Lin Shuanghuai into bed.

Yuan Bozhu checked the environment in the room, noting a significant drop in temperature and a leveling out of energy fluctuations. He tidied up the room, restoring it to its previous state before he arrived.

Entering the bedroom again, he checked if Lin Shuanghuai’s high fever had subsided.

It was much better than yesterday.

Probably by tonight, it would stabilize.

He glanced at the time; it was almost time to leave.

At this moment, Lin Shuanghuai murmured softly in bed, “It won’t spread, will it?”

Yuan Bozhu glanced over, unsure of what Lin Shuanghuai was dreaming about again.

The next moment, Lin Shuanghuai opened his eyes, his sly gaze fixed on Yuan Bozhu. He whispered something very softly.

Yuan Bozhu couldn’t quite hear it and had to lean closer to listen.

“In dreams, it shouldn’t spread.”

Lin Shuanghuai muttered these words with a mumble.

“What…”

Before Yuan Bozhu could react, Lin Shuanghuai suddenly reached out and hung onto his neck.

Then he tilted his head up.

And kissed Yuan Bozhu on the lips.

Immediately, he pulled himself back under the blanket, repeating like a chant, “Hmm, it’s okay. It won’t spread in dreams.”

Yuan Bozhu stood motionless for nearly three seconds, then turned around expressionlessly and walked away.

His body was different from ordinary people’s; whether in dreams or reality, Lin Shuanghuai couldn’t possibly infect Yuan Bozhu with his high fever.

But now it’s not about whether it spreads or not.

 

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Reply: Can’t we misbehave in dreams? (Innocent face)

Yuan: There’s no way, I dug this hole myself.