For a few seconds after Lu Shu used Omniscient Heaven-Eye Technique, nobody moved.
Not even Lu Shu himself.
The only person moving was Lin Mo, who was currently chewing on a chicken wing while wearing a bright and completely innocent smile.
Then—
Lu Shu’s thoughts: Holy shit of holiness.
At the same moment subconsciously-
Lu Mu’s thoughts: Holy shit of holiness.
Li Qing’s thoughts: Holy shit of holiness.
Lu Xie’s thoughts: Holy shit of holiness.
The synchronization was so perfect that if someone had recorded it, they might have suspected the Lu Family possessed a telepathy network.
Lin Mo looked around in confusion.
He felt everyone was saying something important.
“Did something happen?”
Lu Xie answered.
“Nothing.
Here have salad more.”
Everybody was busy recovering from whatever Lu Shu had just discovered.
A few seconds later, Lu Shu finally calmed down.
Or at least tried to.
Lu Shu’s thoughts: At first I thought this guy was some hidden expert.
You know…
one of those Dragon Hall Leaders, Wolf Hall Leaders, Soldier Kings, Shadow Kings, Divine Doctors, Hidden Emperors, Mercenary Kings, God of War Son-in-Laws and all that nonsense from brain-damaged novels.
The classic package.
Hide identity.
Become a useless live-in son-in-law.
Get insulted for three years.
Then suddenly reveal his identity and scare everybody to death.
Very standard plot.
Lu Mu’s and Li Qing’s lips twitched.
Lu Xie nearly choked on salad.
Lu Mu’s thoughts: What kind of novels did this child read in his previous life?
Why does every profession end with “King”?
Soldier King.
Wolf King.
Dragon King.
What next?
Toilet King?
Dog king?
Loach king?
Li Qing’s thoughts: Dragon Hall?
Wolf Hall?
Who names organizations like that?
Are they forming gangs or opening zoos?
Why would some powerful leader willingly spend three years as a live-in son-in-law?
Doesn’t he have work?
Wouldn’t a Dragon Hall Leader have something important to do?
Like leading young dragons and doing what they are supposed to do?
Lu Xie’s thoughts: Brother’s imagination is getting more ridiculous every day.
But…
now that I think about it…
Lin Mo really does act suspiciously calm sometimes.
No no no.
Stop it.
I’m not letting Brother infect my brain with those novel plots.
Lu Shu continued observing Lin Mo.
Then he mentally shook his head.
Lu Shu’s thoughts: But I was wrong.
Very wrong.
This isn’t one of those stories.
Because this guy is weak.
Way too weak.
So weak that even a determined teenager could probably sweep the floor with him.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
Without a broom.
The Lu Family subconsciously looked at Lin Mo.
Then at his arms then at his shoulders then at his overall physique.
And unfortunately…
They couldn’t find a single point to refute Lu Shu.
Lin Mo wasn’t fat.
Nor was he muscular.
He simply looked like an ordinary person who is too thin.
A very ordinary person.
Lu Mu’s thoughts: …He does look weak.
Wait.
Why am I agreeing with Shu’er? Find the original chapter at g.com.
Li Qing’s thoughts: Hmph.
At least my son-in-law should be able to beat three or four bodyguards.
Otherwise how will he protect my daughter?
Then Lu Shu activated Heaven-Eye further.
His eyes narrowed.
Then widened.
Then widened again.
The more he watched the wider it become.
His expression looked as if he had discovered four penguins flying a fighter jet.
Lu Shu’s thoughts: Let’s scan him more closely…
Holy mother of cow!!!
This guy has one kidney!
The chicken in Lu Mu’s hand stopped halfway to his mouth.
Li Qing froze.
Lu Xie froze.
Even Lin Mo’s chewing seemed slower.
Though that was probably coincidence.
Lu Mu’s thoughts: One kidney?
How does someone casually lose a kidney?
Did he donate it?
Was it stolen?
Did somebody pickpocket his kidney?
Li Qing’s thoughts: One kidney?!
No wonder he always looks tired!
Wait…
why didn’t I notice this?
Lu Xie’s thoughts: One kidney?!
Impossible!
How can he have one kidney?!
He never told me!
Before anyone could recover—
Lu Shu continued.
And every sentence hit harder than the previous one.
Lu Shu’s thoughts: Holy fuck!
His remaining kidney has Stage Two cancer!
Lu Mu almost dropped his chicken.
Lu Mu’s thoughts: Stage Two WHAT?!
Lu Shu’s thoughts: Holy molly!
Stage Three stomach cancer!
Li Qing nearly stood up.
Li Qing’s thoughts: Stage Three?!
He has two types of cancer!!!
Lu Shu’s thoughts: Holy fuck!
First Stage lung cancer!
Lu Xie’s thoughts: How many cancers is this man collecting?!
Is cancer collection his hobby?!
Lu Shu’s thoughts: Holy shit!
His blood volume is critically low.
A normal adult male should have over five liters of blood.
Normally he should have over five liters of blood.
But he only has around four point seven liters.
Another two hundred milliliters lost and he’ll either die or enter a coma.
This guy did excellent face makeup.
From watching you can’t tell he has blood shortage.
The Lu Family collectively stared at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo happily grabbed another chicken wing.
His face looks like that of a normal people.
The image was incredibly surreal.
A man with multiple cancers and enough injuries to fill a hospital ward was currently eating fried chicken like life couldn’t be better.
Lu Mu’s thoughts: This kid is smiling while standing at death’s door.
What kind of mentality is this?
Li Qing’s thoughts: If I had three cancers I’d be crying every day.
Why is he smiling?!
Lu Xie’s thoughts: Wait.
No wonder he always says he’s fine.
Is he hiding all of this from everyone?
Then came the final blow.
Lu Shu’s thoughts: Holy mother!
Both kneecaps severely damaged.
Spinal injuries from T4 to T10.
Several fractured ribs.
Multiple old wounds.
Burns.
Bruises.
Cuts.
Skin damage everywhere.
And ninety-nine percent of it happened within the last two years.
Silence.
The room became absolutely silent. Get faster updates on g.com.
Then…
Very slowly…
Lu Mu turned toward Lu Xie.
Li Qing turned toward Lu Xie.
Even Lu Shu raised his head and looked toward Lu Xie.
Three pairs of eyes.
One target.
Lu Xie.
Lu Mu’s thoughts: Two years ago was their marriage.
The injuries happened during the last two years.
The timeline is…
suspicious.
Li Qing’s thoughts: No no no.
My daughter wouldn’t do that.
Right?
…Right?
Lu Xie’s thoughts: WHY ARE YOU BOTH LOOKING AT ME?!
I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!
I didn’t break his ribs!
I didn’t damage his spine!
I didn’t steal his kidney!
I didn’t give him cancer!
How would I even give someone three different cancers?!
Do I look like a mobile biological warfare laboratory?!
Meanwhile Lu Shu continued scanning.
And the more he scanned…
The more horrified he became.
Lu Shu’s thoughts: This is insane.
Absolutely insane.
This man should be in a hospital.
No.
He should be in ICU.
How is he still walking?
How is he smiling?
How is he carrying food packages?
How is he alive?
Forget surviving three months.
I would have expected him to collapse today.
Even if he dies right now i wouldn’t be shocked.
For the first time since meeting Lin Mo, Lu Shu looked at him with genuine admiration.
Lu Shu’s thoughts: This man is a warrior.
Not a Soldier King.
Not a Dragon King.
Not a Wolf King.
But a Survivor King.
The cancer king.
Lu Mu suddenly felt guilty.
Extremely guilty.
Lu Mu’s thoughts: I spent years disliking him.
Meanwhile this kid has been walking around with one kidney, three cancers, broken ribs, damaged knees, spinal injuries and low blood volume.
And he still greets everyone with a smile.
Maybe…
maybe I judged him too quickly.
Li Qing felt guilty too.
Li Qing’s thoughts: I called him useless.
But if I had all those injuries, I wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed.
Forget carrying food packages.
I’d be carried by the food packages.
Then both parents looked at Lin Mo.
Their eyes filled with pity.
Then they looked at Lu Xie.
Their eyes filled with suspicion.
Lu Xie nearly exploded.
Lu Xie’s thoughts: I SWEAR I’M INNOCENT!
I DIDN’T TORTURE HIM!
I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HE WAS SICK!
WHY DOES EVERYONE LOOK LIKE THEY WANT TO INTERROGATE ME?!
At that moment, Lin Mo finished another chicken wing and noticed everyone staring at him.
He blinked.
Then smiled.
“Why are you all looking at me like that?”
Nobody answered.
Because the Lu Family was still trying to understand how a man with one kidney, three cancers, fractured ribs, spinal injuries, damaged knees, blood loss and enough scars to write a history book…
Was somehow still smiling.
Chapter End