Chapter 65: Her Boyfriend Could Dispatch a Clingy Pest with a Single Slap (28)

The Boyfriends I Picked Up in Horror Games Are All Bizarre The Running Peach 2755 words 2026-02-09 14:38:50

Suddenly, Bai Yao’s eyes were covered, and Xue Yan’s flustered voice sounded in her ear, “Yao Yao, don’t… don’t look at me like that…”

Well, there he was again, turning into that shy, delicate little wife.

Bai Yao patted his hand lightly to show she didn’t mind.

Xue Yan’s tense body relaxed a little. He quietly slid his hand down a bit, and when he saw Bai Yao’s gaze was as calm as ever, a broad smile returned to his face. He grabbed her hand and rubbed it against his own cheek, nuzzling it.

He was simply a little sweetheart in the world—how could he possibly be dangerous?

Boss Shu whispered a reminder, “We’re in the middle of a revenge scene, could you be a bit more respectful to the rest of us?”

Xue Yan shot him an unhappy glance, then pulled Bai Yao to the back of the crowd to continue their affectionate display.

Jiang Xun was still deep in terror. He glanced around at everyone present, trying to justify himself. “Back then, I never meant to use you as experiments. It was the others who forced me. We’re all people, fellow countrymen…”

Teacher Wu smiled unexpectedly. “So we still count as people to you?”

Teacher Zhao added, “Didn’t you always call us monsters by number, Dr. Jiang?”

All color had drained from Jiang Xun’s face.

There was a town you couldn’t find on any map. Only those harboring evil desires had a chance to board the bus that led there. It was rumored that those who managed to leave alive would gain immortality.

Most people dismissed this as just a ghost story, but Jiang Xun knew it was true.

He knew returning to Arctic Town was fraught with dangers, but the decay of his own body left him no choice. He was clever; more than twenty years ago, he had already begun planning how to ensure his survival among the monsters.

First, he had to pick a child.

During that period, he hid his identity and took a job at a hospital. Outside a ward, he witnessed a scene:

An eight-year-old girl had broken her leg and was hospitalized. Her parents brought a cake to celebrate her birthday at the hospital. Another girl, cradled in her mother’s arms, only five or six years old, delicate and beautiful, listened to her parents sing to her sister. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Her mother asked with concern, “Susu, why are you crying?”

The girl named Susu replied with grievance, “Big sister got hurt and is in the hospital, so Mom and Dad visit her every day. Only the nanny comes to pick me up from kindergarten. Now both of you are here for sister’s birthday, but last time it was my birthday, Dad was away on a business trip and didn’t come back.”

The young parents realized they had focused too much on their elder daughter lately. The father placed the princess crown from the birthday celebration on his younger daughter’s head, comforting her, “It’s our fault, Susu. We’ve neglected you. This time, you’ll celebrate your birthday together with your sister. When she’s better, we’ll all go to the amusement park.”

The older sister glanced at the crown atop her younger sibling’s head, then lowered her gaze, saying nothing.

Their mother smiled. “Let’s blow out the candles together, both of you.”

The joy on the elder sister’s face dimmed. The two sisters blew out the candles, while their parents wished them a happy birthday.

Mother asked, “What did you wish for, sweetheart?”

The girl on the hospital bed answered, “I hope Mom and Dad stay safe, and Dad’s work gets easier, so he doesn’t have to work overtime every day.”

A look of emotion crossed the father’s face.

The little sister tugged at his hand, her voice soft and sweet, “I wished for sister to get better soon. Because she’s hurt, Dad’s been home so much more. Even though… even though when she’s well again, maybe you and Mom won’t have time to take me to the amusement park, but I still hope she gets well soon.”

The father thought to himself that these days, he truly had neglected his younger daughter. He patted her on the head, “You want to go to the amusement park that much? Then tomorrow I’ll take you.”

“But sister’s not well yet,” the little one replied.

He smiled. “When she’s better, we’ll all go together again.”

The little girl was overjoyed. “Daddy, you’re the best!”

In this picture of family happiness, only the older sister did not smile.

Jiang Xun fixed his gaze on the girl called Susu and suddenly knew she was the one he would choose.

A child seemingly born to draw out the malice of others—once she grew up, she would surely bring him even greater surprises.

But he had to make sure she could survive in that town full of monsters.

Jiang Xun secretly observed Tian Susu for many years. He knew what she liked, so he designed the system to appeal to her. The so-called “system” was nothing more than an artificial intelligence, perfectly programmable to his will.

It would coax Tian Susu, guiding her to survive.

The electronic chip he invented combined with his previous biological research, enabling it to manipulate the host’s hormone secretion. After all, every monster in the town was his creation—he knew well that they retained animal instincts. And where there was instinct, there would be mating behavior triggered by pheromones.

In this town, not a single monster would bear to harm Tian Susu. Jiang Xun could use her to find whatever he desired.

Everything unfolded as he had planned. He and Tian Susu were both chosen to enter the town. In truth, everyone on that bus was selected because of their evil thoughts, but those people didn’t matter—their fates were sealed, death inevitable.

Jiang Xun never imagined that the chess piece he had so carefully cultivated for so long would die just like that!

Everyone was slowly closing in on him.

Jiang Xun knew he could not escape this fate. Forced to retreat step by step, he stumbled over Tian Susu’s corpse and fell to the ground. Her shattered body seemed to mock his arrogance. Still unable to believe it, he looked through the crowd toward Xue Yan at the back. “Why did you kill her!”

If only Tian Susu had not died… if only she had lived, perhaps he would have succeeded!

Xue Yan held Bai Yao tightly, burying her face in his chest. He curved his lips, speaking with innocent candor, “Her pheromones disgusted me.”

Jiang Xun opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, a wave of agony ripped through his body and he screamed.

Xue Yan took Bai Yao’s hand and led her out of the screening room. As they walked through the dim corridor, the screams and sounds of tearing flesh faded behind them.

Bai Yao shook his hand. “Aren’t you going to join the fun?”

Xue Yan replied, “You don’t like it when I get all dirty.”

If he joined in, he’d be covered in the stench of blood and gore.

Bai Yao said casually, “Today could be an exception.”

Xue Yan lowered his gaze to her, looking a bit dazed.

Bai Yao spoke with conviction, “He experimented on you. Isn’t it only fair for you to take revenge and vent your anger?”

She wasn’t one of them, so she couldn’t claim to understand, but she could grasp why they hated Jiang Xun. After so many years, they finally had a chance for revenge—wouldn’t they want to make him suffer as much as possible to ease their hearts?

Growing anxious, Bai Yao grabbed his arm and said hurriedly, “Don’t worry, I won’t object. Xue Yan, I support you gouging out his eyes, tearing out his tongue, skinning him, breaking his bones—whatever you want! There are so many people fighting for a piece of him; if you wait too long, there might be nothing left for you. If you hurry, you can still make it!”

How could she speak such bloody, terrifying words in the same tone one might use to talk about grabbing a bargain at a supermarket sale?

Seeing Xue Yan unmoved, she tried to drag him back, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he pulled her into his arms.

He bent low, burying his face in the crook of her neck, rubbing against her and letting out a gentle laugh, saying nothing.

Bai Yao patted his head. “What are you doing?”

Whether it was skinning Jiang Xun or breaking him to pieces, there were plenty of others eager to do it. Xue Yan didn’t need to join the crowd, for he no longer needed such methods to heal himself.

In the darkness, Xue Yan kissed the corner of her lips, his voice soft with laughter. “Yao Yao, I’m already very happy.”