I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 759 - 288: The Usefulness of a Broken Leg, I’m So Afraid (5k)

Little Fox was awakened, not yet understanding the situation, but someone in the family was alert. Having heard Wen Yan specifically mention Little Fox, it meant nothing had been told to Little Fox, allowing him to judge for himself first. Telling a child about reason is actually futile, as they may not understand or remember the lesson; a painful experience through an ordeal, however, becomes a lesson learned after just once.

In the Wenyan Family, there were little ones, as well as those who had suffered and experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships; it wasn't that Wen Yan's absence would lead to panic when faced with trouble. Even Sparrow Cat, lazy to death, was like that only because it was certain someone else would shoulder the burden for it; when it was on its own in a safe environment and didn't need to worry, it would just lie flat. Without Wen Yan, Sparrow Cat started to take charge.

Little Fox, hung from the ceiling, wanted to say something. But seeing that everyone at home had woken up and none of them seemed to be joking, he realized the situation was not quite right. He had never considered that this group of little ones might be targeting him; after all, Sparrow Cat had just spent its own money on dog food for him during the day. The atmosphere here made him feel very relaxed and comfortable.

"Is something... not quite right?" Little Fox whispered.

"Well, well, look how quick your reaction is. Your leg wasn't broken for nothing," Sparrow Cat said with a smirk, its tone laced with sarcasm.

Little Fox suddenly dared not speak. He heard his grandmother's voice outside and smelled her scent; almost without thinking, he was about to rush out. The moment he heard his grandmother calling his name from outside, a strong impulse surged within him, urging him to rush out immediately.

He struggled incessantly and began to realize something was off. That feeling was far too strange, as if his thoughts were caught in a contradiction. On one hand, he felt something was amiss. He vaguely remembered his grandmother saying she would not come here without absolute necessity. Moreover, his grandmother taught him manners daily; unless it was a dire emergency, she would certainly not come to someone else's house in the middle of the night. And certainly not without a phone call beforehand. On top of that, everyone else was saying the situation was abnormal. He, too, began to discover more and more irregularities. On the other hand, he felt a strong urge to rush out and go home with his grandmother. When he heard his grandmother's voice calling his name and didn't respond, the voice became somewhat anxious. He felt even worse.

Little Fox, suspended from the ceiling by Gray Cloth, struggled constantly but kept his teeth clenched firmly. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, the moment he opened his mouth, he curled up fiercely and bit down hard on his own leg.

The familiar, intense pain flared, and Little Fox instantly became clear-headed. His leg was broken. His grandmother's earnest teachings suddenly flooded his mind. The feelings of anxiety and contradiction vanished in an instant.

The small flame that had been flickering faintly on his tail also dissipated. He was now absolutely certain. His grandmother would definitely not be so ill-mannered. She wouldn't come uninvited, without any greeting, and shout at someone else's doorstep in the middle of the night. Fake. It's all fake! There must be someone impersonating his grandmother, someone who also has the Power to bewitch people!

Seeing Little Fox bite himself, the eyes of the people below cleared, and they were reassured.

"Let him down, but don't let the people outside get away."

The people outside, having used their special abilities, grew unwilling to wait any longer when Little Fox didn't appear.

Old Fox had reacted extremely quickly; just a few hours after their group was completely wiped out at the detention center, he had sent Little Fox here. But clearly, everyone had underestimated their determination and their ability to court death. Daring to come here meant they were truly prepared for the high probability of death. Like Braves heading toward the Demon King's Lair, they at least possessed determination.

However, just as the two of them tried to push open the courtyard gate and one was about to step into the Wenyan Family's front yard, Gray Cloth stopped pretending.

Although there were others in the house—and aside from Sparrow Cat, oh, and one living human—the rest were hardly the type to be easily fazed. Yet, it was clear that the others' rate of progress couldn't keep up with Gray Cloth's, even if they had cheats. From initially being like shoddy gauze, porous enough to sift sand, to its current state, at least at the level of high-count cotton satin, it was equivalent to having advanced two or three times. In this household, not even Wen Yan's pace of advancement was as swift as Gray Cloth's.

Naturally, when issues arose, Gray Cloth would be the one to handle them. Gray Cloth could not accept enemies stepping foot in here, because every corner could be its hiding place. Deception was useless against Gray Cloth; it had neither a Soul nor a body of flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, the two intruders were bound like mummies. Each of their fingers received special attention, tightly constricted, making them look like two unlit Silkworm Cocoon Lanterns hanging from the streetlights on either side of the yard gate.

Gray Cloth endured Wen Yan's daily Yang Energy outbursts and frequently ate until it was stuffed, yet it had managed to bear it all. If one were to assign attribute points, almost all of them would have gone into its toughness and strength. This was not something that two kidnappers who relied on disguises, deceit, and trickery could forcefully tear open.

The impostors still tried to struggle. But with a slight exertion of Power from Gray Cloth—probably only about thirty percent of the Power Wen Yan displayed during his cultivation outbursts—the two were choked unconscious, the bones throughout their bodies making CRACKLING sounds.