Mu Yun's abnormality

Lin Feng was delayed at Raven 12345's place for most of the day. When he returned, it was nearly evening. Just as he turned the corner from the street, he saw Muyun standing on tiptoe at the door, eagerly looking in the direction of the intersection. Her posture resembled that of a little dog left at home to guard, a sight he had almost grown accustomed to.

Spotting Lin Feng, Muyun rushed up excitedly. "Landlord, landlord, you're back! What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Sometimes, I wonder if you ever consider your dignity as a werewolf," Lin Feng sighed and handed her the net bag he was carrying. "I've got some pork ribs, your favorite. I'll stew them tonight, and we'll have rib noodles for lunch tomorrow."

After over half a month of interaction, Lin Feng had completely grasped Muyun's personality. This werewolf girl was simple and easy to understand; as long as she had good food, everything was fine. Her favorites were Vivian's stewed pork ribs and Lin Feng's noodle soup. While pork ribs were understandable, being meat, the fascination with noodles was a mystery. Shouldn't werewolves eat something else?

No one could understand how Muyun, a werewolf, had turned into an omnivore. But regardless, it was a good thing. Omnivores were easy to feed. If Muyun were to demand twenty pounds of fresh meat every day like a normal werewolf, even if Lin Feng could afford it, the butcher might not be able to keep up mentally...

Muyun happily took the ribs and ran inside to find Vivian, leaving Lin Feng alone. At this moment, she would only say a few kind words to Vivian, willing to lower herself before her archenemy for a delicious meal. Where was the dignity of being a werewolf in this?

Speechless, Lin Feng watched Muyun disappear into the kitchen. He locked the door behind him and then lifted his head to see a certain burly man sitting in the middle of the living room: Izsak. His imposing presence was unmatched, standing out like a landmark wherever he went. Coupled with his antisocial appearance, taking him out was always a problem. Just two days ago, when Lin Feng took Izsak to the market to buy food, they had barely reached East Third Street when an old lady called the police...

Izsak seemed oblivious to Lin Feng's return, engrossed in studying a Chinese dictionary on the sofa. The dictionary looked like a small booklet in his hands, held with just a few fingers. Seeing his serious expression, Lin Feng couldn't help but want to laugh: how could such a good-natured giant have such a fierce face?

"Still studying Chinese pronunciation?" Lin Feng curiously approached. He found that Izsak had even drawn many twisted symbols in the dictionary with a pen, resembling demonic script. He was deeply moved by this big demon's diligence, while also feeling a bit embarrassed: this dictionary had been lying around his house for over four years, and his efforts as an Earthling on it probably didn't match Izsak's two days of study...

"Oh, you're back." Izsak looked up at Lin Feng, speaking in a deep, somewhat reversed tone, his demonic language sounding like a reversed tape, with strange tones and indistinct pronunciation, second only to Japanese English in difficulty. Vivian and Muyun hadn't learned a single word in these two days, so Lin Feng was the only one in the house who could communicate normally with Izsak. The big demon was well aware of this, so when he saw Lin Feng come home, he looked very happy. "Finally, someone to chat with. Did everything go smoothly?"

"Pretty smoothly. Raven 12345 pointed me in the right direction, which helped clear up some confusion. By the way, what's your experience studying Chinese these past couple of days?"

"This thing is really hard to learn." Izsak threw the dictionary aside in frustration, seeming a bit overwhelmed by the work. "I think it's harder than Elvish. I haven't figured out four words in the past two days: pit, hole, cave, eye—how did you guys manage to make sense of this language?"

"These four words are enough to discourage eighty percent of the Chinese language learners," Lin Feng wiped his forehead. "Don't bother with them. I'm here to tell you, Raven 12345 has applied for something new that can help you with the language problem. In a couple of days, I'll take you to her place. We'll also bring Vivian and Muyun. You'll undergo a 'minor surgery,' and then you'll have a built-in translator."

As Lin Feng spoke, he observed Izsak's expression, wanting to see his reaction to the "minor surgery." After all, in his impression, few big bosses would be willing to let others operate on them, but to his disappointment, Izsak showed no expression at all. He just nodded knowingly. "Oh, okay. It's also a good time for me to greet the goddess here."

"Then you'd better be prepared." Lin Feng kindly reminded him, "If she wants you to lie in some strange coffin-like thing, don't get angry..."

"I know what you're referring to." Izsak grinned menacingly. "Those things that look like coffins, right? Most coffins in most worlds look the same, and most of the devices made by the Hesperian God series look like coffins. I've experienced them early on..."

Lin Feng: "..."

"Dinner time!"

Lin Feng and Izsak were discussing the origins of the coffin-like devices from the Hesperian God series when suddenly, a crisp sound broke the tranquility of the living room.

It turned out that Muyun, who was holding a small plate and trying to pick up some food from the opposite side of the table, had accidentally crushed the plate into pieces in her hands, scattering ceramic shards all over the table.

While Lin Feng was still in a daze, Vivian immediately exclaimed, "Can't you be more patient, big dog? It's just meat for tomorrow. Is it worth getting so upset? That bowl was the landlord's!"

"No... I didn't mean to!" Muyun seemed startled as well. She hurriedly cleaned up the broken plate on the table, glancing nervously at Lin Feng. "Landlord, I didn't mean to. I don't know what happened. I suddenly lost control of my strength..."

"Snap!" 

Before Muyun could finish her sentence, another crisp sound rang out: she had crushed another bowl.

Vivian was about to erupt, but Lin Feng suddenly noticed something odd about Muyun. He waved his hand, "Something's not right. Look at Muyun's eyes."

Muyun was in her werewolf form, which she usually didn't maintain at home. But tonight, for some reason, she had remained in her werewolf form. Her golden eyes were brighter than ever, almost emitting a faint glow!

"Muyun... your hand seems to be shaking." Lin Feng's gaze finally settled on Muyun's hand, realizing that the situation was likely to be dire.