“Little Daddy! Wuwu… Wake up!”
So noisy…
Why was there a child crying?
With such a loud voice, it would definitely attract zombies.
Luo Mingchen frowned and struggled free from a long, drawn-out dream. Staring at the gray bed curtains above him, he couldn’t react for a moment.
A little boy lying beside him cried out, “Little Daddy…”
Before he could finish speaking, violent pounding came from outside.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Instinctively, Luo Mingchen pulled the child into his arms and covered his mouth with one hand. He stared vigilantly toward the source of the noise while a kitchen knife appeared in his other hand from his farming space.
The child froze in shock when he saw the kitchen knife suddenly appear out of thin air.
An impatient man roared from outside, “You little brats! Open the door right now!”
Zombies shouldn’t be able to talk, right?
Luo Mingchen looked strangely at the child in his arms.
The boy’s clothes were somewhat worn, but the style was clearly different from anything Luo Mingchen was familiar with. They looked more like traditional clothing.
Not only that—even the clothes he was wearing were of the same style.
Before Luo Mingchen could ask any questions, the door was kicked open.
The man who entered carrying a club was tall and burly. He glared at Luo Mingchen and barked, “You sickly waste of space! Leave those two little brats behind and get out!”
Luo Mingchen couldn’t understand how this man dared to shout so loudly.
“Keep yelling like that and the zombies will come. Then we’ll all die.”
His ability hadn’t fully recovered yet, and there wasn’t the slightest trace of energy fluctuation on this guy. If zombies showed up, he’d be dead for sure.
“What do you mean die? Are you cursing me?!”
Lin Tianlei raised his club and swung it at him.
Luo Mingchen was, after all, a Level Four water-element ability user. Releasing the child whose mouth he had covered, he easily grabbed the club and kicked Lin Tianlei away.
Lin Tianlei flew backward and slammed into the wall. Dizzy and seeing stars, he hadn’t even gotten up before a kitchen knife was pressed against his neck.
If Luo Mingchen weren’t worried that the smell of blood would attract zombies, he would have sent him to the afterlife cleanly and efficiently.
Lin Tianlei screamed in terror, “Ah! Murder! He’s killing me!”
Luo Mingchen said coldly, “Shut up.”
The single sentence frightened Lin Tianlei so badly that he trembled all over and didn’t dare make another sound.
Two more men wearing dark-blue clothes walked over. One of them said irritably, “Why is it taking so long just to grab two kids?”
The moment they entered and saw Luo Mingchen holding a knife to Lin Tianlei’s neck, both froze.
Looking at them, Luo Mingchen felt that something was very wrong.
“Who are you?”
Although Luo Mingchen looked thin and weak, with a pale complexion, he was holding a knife. Neither man dared act rashly.
One of them said, “We’re child slave traders. He said he wanted to sell three children.”
Luo Mingchen fell silent for a moment.
Then a difficult-to-believe possibility suddenly occurred to him—
He had transmigrated.
Huo Xiang couldn’t understand why the Little Daddy who had been unconscious suddenly woke up and became so strong. But he knew that right now, they could only rely on this somewhat strange Little Daddy.
So Huo Xiang hugged his little sister and hid behind Luo Mingchen. Tugging pitifully at his sleeve, he said through tears, “Little Daddy, we’ll be filial to you in the future. Please don’t let Cousin Uncle sell us.”
Little… Daddy?
Luo Mingchen was completely confused.
One of the traffickers said, “Young man, look. You only married into this family the day before yesterday, and your husband died this morning. They said your family is poor too, so you had no choice but to marry a man. We’ll take those three kids away today, and you can go back home. You won’t even have to return the bride price. What do you think? That’s much better than having to raise three children.”
“Three children?” Luo Mingchen paused. “Where’s the third one?”
Thinking that Luo Mingchen was being persuaded, the trafficker quickly replied, “Tied up outside. That one acts like a wolf cub. He’ll definitely grow up to be an ungrateful wretch.”
After hearing that, Luo Mingchen roughly understood the situation.
He was basically the “stepmother” of these three children. Their father was dead, and the man on the floor wanted to sell the children and take over their father’s house.
Lowering his gaze, Luo Mingchen looked at the seven- or eight-year-old boy before him. The boy was holding the hand of a dirty little girl who looked only about two years old.
Huo Xiang’s eyes were red, and tears the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.
“Little Daddy… please don’t abandon us…”
Those words stabbed deeply into Luo Mingchen’s heart.
After his mother died, he had once begged his so-called biological father too.
But he had never received any response.
Thinking of that, Luo Mingchen took hold of the boy’s small hand and looked firmly at the others.
“This child calls me Dad. I won’t sell them.”
“My… husband is dead, then so be it. The house and the children are both mine.”
“You—!”
Lin Tianlei was furious, but before he could finish speaking, Luo Mingchen looked over.
He casually moved the kitchen knife in his hand and asked, “Do you have a problem with that?”
Lin Tianlei swallowed with difficulty.
He didn’t dare gamble with his life.
People from the neighboring village had all said that Wang Chen had a gentle personality and spoke softly. He thought it would be easy to drive him out and sell the three burdensome children for a few coins.
Who could have known that this was practically a living calamity? Not only was he incredibly strong, but he also handled a knife with frightening skill.
One of the traffickers said, “But he already took the money.”
Luo Mingchen wasn’t buying it.
“You said he took the money. What does that have to do with us? I’m still alive. I’m the guardian of these three children. Since when does a man die and people sell his house and children without even asking his spouse, only consulting his relatives?”
Seeing that they still wanted to argue, Luo Mingchen narrowed his eyes and raised the knife.
“Don’t force me to use violence.”
Anyone willing to sell children for profit wasn’t exactly a saint. Realizing they couldn’t talk him into it, the two traffickers exchanged glances and attacked directly.
“Ahhh!”
Two miserable screams rang out one after another.
Outside, the young boy tied up and struggling desperately froze when he saw the men being kicked out.
The Little Daddy who had been lying there like a corpse since marrying into the family was now holding a sharp kitchen knife, calmly dragging their cousin uncle behind him and tossing him out the door as if he were garbage.
“Get lost!”
The three men fled in panic without daring to look back.
Luo Mingchen raised his head and looked at the long-lost blue sky and white clouds. Breathing in the fresh air, he felt much better.
Huo Xiang stared at him with wide eyes full of admiration.
“Little Daddy.”
Luo Mingchen smiled at him and went over to untie the ropes around the oldest child.
Although he had accepted reality, there was one question he needed answered.
“Was I really brought here by your father?”
He directed the question at the oldest child.
If his soul had transmigrated, it would make sense for his farming space to come with him. But why were his abilities still here too? And why did he feel no discomfort whatsoever? There weren’t even any memories from the original owner of the body.
Hearing the question, Huo Yuhui’s expression became complicated.
“You have the token Father gave you. It’s just that the wedding ceremony hadn’t been completed yet.”
He wasn’t sure whether Luo Mingchen would still stay after hearing that.
“A token?”
Compared to that, Luo Mingchen was more interested in finding out what he looked like now.
So he raised the kitchen knife and used its reflective surface as a mirror.
What he saw was a familiar face.