In Luo Shen's opinion, since the moment he obtained the evil god inheritance and broke out of the cocoon, he rarely encountered so-called difficulties.

The confusion, fear, and withdrawal of a human being were all removed from him by the weak, life-sustaining body that relied on breathing and heartbeat.

But the same.

The emotions that would make him feel happy, moved, excited, and sad as a human were gradually faded.

Let's be honest.

Roshen is not entirely indifferent to this change.

Even in the form of an evil god, the memories and emotions that Roshena inherited from his human component still affected him in some way.

So, he wasn't completely crazy and stupid like many other primordial gods. Somewhere in his heart, and in his actions, there is still a faint shadow of "yearning" for the old human time.

Because of this, he continues to maintain the appearance of human beings, and constantly tries to "imitate" them according to his memory and understanding of human beings.

Although this kind of imitation does not seem to be very successful nowadays - because like all actors who are in a hurry to act and are embarrassed to go on stage, Luo Shen, who thinks that his imitation is "vivid", does not realize how clumsy his "imitation" is in the eyes of some human beings!

Lydia's home.

When Roshen first arrived in the Marvel World, he briefly took him in.

At this moment.

Originally, although it was not a "family joy" every day, but at least it was a normal warm family, the family has completely changed its indifference at this time.

Lydia is dead.

The body was found three days ago, and when she was found, the originally cheerful and helpful girl had been immersed in the lake for nearly two weeks.

The coroner had to confront a girl in a giant's view. (Author: Don't be curious to search!) ）

In accordance with the judicial process, the police eventually dissected the body, which looked to be about to explode at any moment due to swelling, after expelling a large amount of lake water and some sediment, algae, and small scavengers such as crabs and freshwater shrimp...... The police were able to carry out the job "normally".

Of course - if fiddling, cutting, digging up a swollen, rotting, slippery corpse counts as normal work.

It's also because Lydia's death is not so ...... Well...... "normal".

So Professor James Young, who was the first to rush to the police station to claim the body, had the intention of letting his wife and another daughter, Hannah, see the body.

Lydia's brother received the call and flew back to New York that night.

However, even though he was angry like a raging young lion, Professor Yang still did not grant his son's request to take one last look at his sister.

This exacerbated their already stiff father-son relationship.

But James Young doesn't care about that anymore.

Because at the funeral, neither his wife, nor his son, nor his clever little daughter, Hannah, knew that the beautiful mixed-race teaching assistant among James' colleagues at the funeral was pregnant with James' fourth child.

SO——？

What can Professor James do in such a situation?

Originally, the relationship between James and his wife had been exhausted in these years of constant quarrels, and it was at this time that James and the Chinese mixed-race female assistant teacher sparked.

A young and beautiful woman, who has an irresistible dependence and affection for her father and brother who took care of her because she lost her father since she was a child.

A successful career that was promoted to tenured professor last year and could win the Nobel Prize in Biology at any time for his academic achievements......

Coupled with the advantages of common cultural cognition between fellow Chinese, what can stop the two from falling in love?

In fact, Professor James Young had long planned a showdown with his wife.

It's just that because she was worried about affecting her daughter Lydia, who was about to face the university entrance exam, she endured it.

At this moment......

Lydia is dead.

And the girl's growing belly also made James not want to delay any longer.

He had already made up his mind: once his family came out of the grief of his daughter's death, he would leave all his possessions to them, and then have a showdown with his wife!

……

"Mommy, I'm hungry," eight-and-a-half-year-old Hannah came to the kitchen with her bear in her arms and saw her mother with her back to her.

Hearing her daughter's voice, Marilyn's figure paused.

If it was in the past, she would definitely immediately turn around and hug her lovely daughter, and after kissing her fragrant and tender little cheeks, she would make her something to eat.

But today, immersed in the grief of her eldest daughter's death and her husband's cheating, she is not in any mood at all, and she does not even have the "ability" to hold her daughter.

Marilyn knows.

She couldn't turn around, for her haggard face, wrenched together with tears, grief, and resentment, would surely frighten her little daughter.

Why does that idiot think he's so stupid that he can't even see such obvious adultery?!

Does he think that the old lady is blind and a patient with severe rhinitis, and he can't see the red spots and kiss marks on his body?! Can't smell the perfume that only a fox in his teens and twenties would swear?!

Woowoowoowoooo......oo

Marilyn cried like a ghost, more like a blood-colored sunset than an orange-red sunset shining through the kitchen window, setting off her scrawny squirting shoulder armor like a bony ghost crouching on a pile of bones!

Hannah ran away in horror.

The world had changed to something terrifying in her eyes again.

A blood-red hue enveloped everything.

The sunlight that was still bright just now seemed to be like a blood-colored filter at this time, revealing an indescribable sense of horror.

The cosy furnishings have all been turned into a terrible decay at some point.

Cracked, peeling walls were covered with disgusting mold, yellow-green, cyan, or black mold crawling all over the walls and ceilings like leper patches.

Hannah shuddered and ran upstairs, wanting to get back to her familiar cabin without alerting the "mother" in the kitchen behind her, who was already a demon in her eyes.

However, the highly decayed floors and stairs made a tooth-aching "creak" with each step.

"No, don't, don't...... Hannah Don't ...... Hannah wants mom ...... Woo woo woo ...... "The little girl ran back to her decaying little room, and slammed the door behind her, which seemed to burst and fall at any moment.

That's it.

The little girl curled pitifully into her little bed full of mold, and wrapped herself in the tattered and damp quilt.

That's it.

Fear until dawn......