"Have some tea, Younger Uncle."
Qin Yan washed her hands and went to pour Fu Nanshan some tea.
Old Master Fu said, "Sweetie, don't bother with him. He can pour his own."
The little tot obediently said, "Okay," and sat down with the Slime in her arms.
She was still between the two adults, though a little closer to her grandfather, and stole peeks at her Younger Uncle.
Whenever she was caught, she quickly turned her head, pretending she had not been looking.
Fu Nanshan had taken off his hat as soon as he got home.
What a beautifully rounded, handsome bald head.
Fu Nanshan's attention shifted between the pretty little girl and the black dog.
Even now, he found it somewhat unbelievable that his family was keeping a Super A-Class eerie creature.
He had secretly checked earlier. None of his family showed signs of contamination.
That eerie dog really was well behaved at home.
It was too strange.
Eerie creatures were generally objects or living things severely mutated by resentment. People who came into contact with them without any protection would be contaminated.
In mild cases, contaminated people became ill and their vital signs declined. In severe cases, they turned into mindless monsters.
But he truly could not quite understand what was going on in his home now.
"What are you staring at?"
Old Master Fu interrupted Fu Nanshan's thoughts.
He looked over with his cool eyes and met the curiosity in Qin Yan's gaze.
Fu Nanshan rubbed the teacup with his fingertips, lowering his eyes slightly and pressing his lips together.
"Nothing."
"You're keeping a fish at home?"
Qin Yan nodded. "That's Fubao."
Fu Nanshan asked, "May I take a look?"
Qin Yan hummed in agreement and walked ahead with Tuantuan in her arms, eagerly leading the way.
"Upstairs, Younger Uncle."
The little black dog, Jinbao, wagged his tail and scampered after his little owner just like an ordinary puppy.
Fu Nanshan stared at him for a good while. The longer he looked, the more absurd it seemed.
He even wondered whether he had been mistaken.
When they reached the room upstairs where Fubao was kept, Fu Nanshan sensed a faint Weird Qi the moment he stepped inside.
It was not as strong as the dog's.
Holding the prayer beads in his hand, he looked into the carefully arranged fish tank.
Taking a deep breath, Fu Nanshan raised his hand and bit his right index finger, his face expressionless.
The crimson blood looked rather stark against his cool, pale skin.
But his expression did not change. Murmuring something softly, he smeared the blood between his eyebrows.
Qin Yan: ∑(O_O;)
"Younger Uncle?"
Fu Nanshan opened his eyes. For an instant, a golden light seemed to flash through them.
"Don't worry."
He took Qin Yan's tiny, soft hand and looked at the puppy again. This time, he was certain he had not sensed wrong.
That was no ordinary puppy.
It was an eerie dog formed from the gathered souls of countless cats and dogs that had died gruesome deaths.
The dog's body resembled a mass of thick, ink-black mist, with two enormous, ferocious dog heads and blood-red eyes.
Yet at that moment, he showed none of the hostility a High-Rank Anomaly should have, and simply sat there obediently.
There was indeed a fish in the tank, but it was no ordinary fish either.
The fish gave off a familiar Weird Qi, though it was not as strong as the dog's, like a newly formed little eerie creature.
It was not entirely Weird Qi. The fish seemed to have Spirit Energy as well?
What was this strange phenomenon?!
The black dog was an eerie creature approaching S-Rank.
He could not beat him.
Fu Nanshan quickly reached that conclusion.
Then he looked at his little niece.
He froze, then murmured softly.
"Such a rich aura of life."
The other energy in the fish seemed to be the same as his little niece's.
No wonder his little niece had always given him such a comfortable feeling.
No wonder he had vaguely sensed there was something he needed to do, and after performing a divination, the answer had been to go home.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the world was back to normal.
Only his face had grown a little paler.
Beside him, Qin Yan tipped up her little face and looked at him worriedly.
"Younger Uncle, are you sick?"
Fu Nanshan shook his head. "I'm fine."
He took out a small box and opened it. Inside was a piece of root that he could not identify.
"Do you like growing flowers?"
Qin Yan was bewildered. How had the conversation jumped to this?
But she nodded and said earnestly in her little baby voice, "I do."
Besides the sunflowers and peanuts she had planted herself, and the strawberries on the balcony, she also helped water and weed the pretty flowers in the garden.
"This is for you."
"I don't know what it is, but it's important."
Now he knew whom he needed to give it to.
Qin Yan held the little box. The root inside was white as jade and looked a little like a stone.
But she could sense life within it.
And she instinctively liked it very much.
Qin Yan asked cautiously, "Younger Uncle, are you really giving it to me?"
Fu Nanshan nodded.
The sweet, pretty little child said earnestly, "I'll take good care of it."
So sweet, and so fluffy.
Fu Nanshan was beginning to understand why his eldest brother had gone crazy, showing off pictures of their little niece everywhere.
"Uncle, let's plant it together."
Qin Yan thought that since her Younger Uncle had given it to her, she would plant it with him.
Her tiny, fair hand held Fu Nanshan's finger.
Seeing the blood still on his finger, she pursed her plump little lips.
"Uncle, wait a moment."
"Younger Uncle, wait a moment, okay?"
The tiny girl held Fu Nanshan's right index finger and carefully applied a little medicine to the wound.
The tiny one held Fu Nanshan's right index finger and carefully dabbed a little of the medicine on his injured spot.
"The doctor gave me this. It'll stop hurting very soon."
Her soft voice sounded as though she were soothing a child.
She even puffed out her cheeks, puckered her little lips, and gently blew on it.
Finally, she carefully put the bandage on.
"All done."
The bandage had a cute little floral pattern, clearly prepared especially for Qin Yan.
Fu Nanshan raised his hand. The adorable bandage looked out of place on his cool, pale finger, which seemed carved from jade.
Yet somehow, it felt a little warm.
He lowered his eyes again and met Qin Yan's clear, moist eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Then the soft little tot took his uninjured fingers and led him off to plant the root.
She did not even need to ask how to plant it. She seemed to know naturally.
She took a pretty little flowerpot into the garden and got to work.
Fu Nanshan watched her little figure busily working away, then surveyed the unusually sturdy seedlings.
Qin Yan said, "Those are sunflowers."
Afraid he might not recognize them, the little girl thoughtfully introduced them.
"These over here are peanuts."
Fu Nanshan: ...Could seedlings really grow this sturdy?
Thinking of the extraordinarily rich vitality within Qin Yan, he understood.
"All planted!"
Qin Yan showed him the pot containing the white jade root.
Fu Nanshan picked it up and took the tiny girl's hand with his other hand as they walked back.
The pot containing the unknown plant was carried into Qin Yan's room and set down.
Qin Yan also took him to see the strawberries on the balcony.
The three pots of strawberries were thriving, and quite a few little white flowers had already bloomed.
She eagerly looked forward to the strawberries growing so she could share them with her grandfather and uncles.
The sound of a car engine came from the courtyard.
Qin Yan looked out from the balcony, and her eyes instantly grew several shades brighter.
"My eldest uncle's home!"
The snowy-white little tot set her two little legs in motion and started running out.
Just the sight of her little figure bouncing along showed how delighted she was.
Was she really that happy?
She didn't even want her Younger Uncle anymore.
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