Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 405 - 397: Family Worries

Right now, Cheng Xiaoxiao is exhausted like a spinning top every day.

"Host, think about the many students in the Underground City crying for help. If you don’t work hard to make money and improve your strength now, can you protect them in the future? After the extreme cold, the forces on the continent will surely reshape. Without strong power, you’ll be swallowed sooner or later."

"Is it never-ending? You’ve said this 800 times already."

She felt so sad.

She missed her family and the two little ones. She wondered if they could speak now.

The two little ones Cheng Xiaoxiao mentioned were playing on the bed at this moment.

The older one held a rattle, sitting on the side, with big round eyes, occasionally using the rattle to tease his younger brother.

The younger one was lying on the bed with a bottle, gulping down a big meal.

In response to his brother’s provocation, he just gave a disdainful glance.

As if saying, "Why are you so childish?"

The little one retracted his gaze, continuing his dining mission, ignoring his naughty brother.

After finishing 120 milliliters of milk, he knocked the empty bottle against the bed edge.

The speaker noticed him and picked him up, patting his back to burp him.

This habitual action seemed like a daily task, smooth and natural.

The little one lying on the shoulder burped contentedly, then squinted his eyes to enjoy the service, as if this comfortable life belonged to him.

The older brother on the bed wasn’t as lucky. He sat there, supporting himself with his hands, trying to crawl over for a hug, but lacked the strength.

He could only whimper in protest, but no one paid attention to him.

He was left to persevere by himself.

The adults’ conversation continued.

"Why hasn’t Xiaoxiao returned yet after this long? How long is that menace planning to stay with us?"

"Mom, I’ve already sent word to Xiao. I’m sure she’ll be back soon."

Cheng Hao was also helpless because their Combat Power was too high; they couldn’t afford to provoke them.

Besides, from Han Yi’s insinuation, that person has a huge family.

Destroying their Underground City would only take moments, especially with Xiaoxiao absent.

"Hao’er, have you asked what that person intends to do?"

Cheng Qiang was also very concerned.

They had finally found a safe haven, and suddenly an uninvited guest arrived. Judging from the situation, it wouldn’t be resolved until Xiaoxiao returned.

"Dad, do you think someone that significant would easily reveal their intentions? Don’t scare yourselves; since they haven’t made a move after being here for so long, I believe they won’t act until Xiaoxiao shows up."

"Dad, Mom, Uncle, stop worrying unnecessarily. When we get there, we’ll cross the bridge. We’ve been through so many storms; this time will be no different. Besides, we have to trust Xiaoxiao, right?"

Cheng Rong knew the atmosphere in the Underground City was very tense recently. Everyone was on edge, and this wasn’t a solution.

Don’t let fear get the better of them before anything happens.

"Big brother is right; you’re worrying for nothing. The greenhouse vegetables need harvesting tomorrow, and we still have to discuss distribution issues."

Cheng Hao diverted the topic, successfully shifting everyone’s thoughts to the allocation of resources in the Underground City.

At the same time, elsewhere in the city,

The room, bathed in warm-toned light, seemed more tranquil and quiet.

Han Yi carefully propped up the pale-faced Zhou Yanlan against the bedhead, placing a square pillow behind him.

Then, he picked up the warm medicinal soup from a nearby table.

The bitter aroma filled the entire room.

"Sir, drink it while it’s hot."

Zhou Yanlan downed the medicinal soup in one go.

The weakness of his body caused beads of cold sweat to form on his forehead after these few actions.

He forced himself to speak, "Is Sikong Yinlong still around?"

"Yes, it seems that person doesn’t intend to leave."

Han Yi thoughtfully handed over the rinse water and a towel. This time, Sir had suffered significantly; even when they went to Qingshan Village, he hadn’t been injured this badly. Most of his foundation was destroyed; if someone found out, it might be difficult for Sir to control the Dark Pavilion again... Alas!

Why was Sir’s life so full of hardships? Couldn’t Heaven favor him just this once?

Watching Han Yi’s eyes redden with tears glistening,

Zhou Yanlan chided, "I’m not dead yet."

The sight was simply unbearable.

"I just think it’s unfair, Sir. Why does someone as good as you have to suffer like this?"

"Alright, fate is made by man."

Zhou Yanlan had no more words. When had Heaven ever favored him? Everything he had achieved was through his own efforts; relying on others wasn’t as dependable as relying on himself.

He never believed in destiny.

As long as he was alive, he’d crawl out of the mire and retaliate against those evil spirits.

"Han Yi will always follow Sir; as long as we don’t give up, we’ll surely achieve glory again. So, Sir, you must take good care of yourself and avoid getting hurt again."

Zhou Yanlan glanced at Han Yi. Since his injury, Han Yi had become more and more chatty.

"Got it figured out?"

When discussing business, Han Yi scraped away his earlier sadness, responding seriously.

"A year ago, the Sikong Family secretly began seeking people in various locations. According to the latest spy report, after the previous Divination Master died, they withdrew their personnel. The current Divination Master, Sikong Yinlong, who also took over the family position, holds a high status within the Sikong Family. Two months ago, their Family Head brought back a young girl, who stayed at the main residence for nearly a month. Further details are hard to explore, as few spies can infiltrate the Sikong Family due to their divination skills. Our personnel are on the outskirts, so information is limited."

"The timeline?"

Knowing what Sir was asking, Han Yi immediately replied, "The timeline aligns with our run-in with the Ouyang Family. I reckon during that time, Miss Cheng was recuperating with the Sikong, but as for your and the children’s disappearance, I never figured it out.

The Family Head of Sikong only brought back one person, which was Miss Cheng. But where you and the children went, and how you got relocated to the Underground City, left no trace."

In truth, he had a vague suspicion that everything was related to Miss Cheng, that she had protected Sir and the children.

For this, he was very grateful, but some points he couldn’t fathom.

The most apparent was Sir’s injury when Miss Cheng sent him back to the Underground City. More than a month had passed, yet the wounds were fresh, which didn’t make sense.

He knew Sir’s injuries came from that night in the Ouyang Ancestor’s secret chamber. Yet, Doctor Huang and Doctor Feng, responsible for treating Sir, said the injuries were less than two hours old. Fortunately, they were brought back in time, and the Underground City lacked neither precious herbs nor excellent hemostatics; otherwise, his life could have been lost.