Grandmother's house, bedroom.
Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yu'er sat cross-legged side by side in front of the television, each holding a controller as their fingers clattered away, maneuvering their characters through the game.
Little Doubi lay sprawled atop Jiang Yu'er's head, his chubby little legs dangling down. His jet-black, crystalline eyes stared unblinkingly at the television screen, while his tiny hands clutched Jiang Yu'er's hair and his body remained taut, completely immersed in the experience.
It was the weekend. Jiang Yu'er did not have to work, so she had dragged him into playing games with her.
They were still lying low for the time being and did not want to draw attention outside. Staying home was perfectly safe, since they had the family's disgrace—no, the protection of a great demigod.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing set down his controller, took out the Companion Spirit Moon and placed it against his forehead, then entered a Night Roaming (Stealth) state.
Seeing this, Little Doubi eagerly flipped down from atop Jiang Yu'er's head, hugged the controller tightly to his chest, and looked at Jiang Yu'er with watery, pleading eyes.
Jiang Yu'er stroked his sparsely haired little head and gave him a loving mother's smile. "If you fail to clear the stage, I'll send you on your way."
An age-inappropriate seriousness appeared on Little Doubi's childish face. He raised his faint brows and nodded firmly.
His intelligence had now developed enough for effective communication. He could understand human speech, read body language, and learn to gauge people's moods. His IQ was roughly that of a six- or seven-year-old.
Yet he still looked like a newborn baby—fair, plump, and with sparse hair. A Spirit Servant's appearance was fixed; however they looked when they died was how they would look forever. Spiritual bodies had no concept of development