Help! My pet supervillain has three personalities!

As Murong Minglang walked, he suddenly noticed a circle light up ahead. Curious, he reached out and touched it, finding no harm. Then, he jumped into the circle, grabbing the snacks Grandma Zhao had packed, stomping here and jumping there, behaving like a child.

Tang Yue didn't laugh at him. Instead, she used a flashlight to change colors and played with him in various ways.

Once they left the residential area, the lanterns outside lit up, row upon row. Tang Yue put away her flashlight and walked side by side with Murong Minglang.

Enjoying this rare moment of happiness.

"Little Tang...you've really gone to a lot of trouble for me today!"

Murong Minglang, who hadn't said much along the way, suddenly spoke up, and in such a polite manner, that Tang Yue felt a little uncomfortable.

She rubbed her arms: "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly saying things like that?"

Murong Minglang: ...He just really wanted to thank her, nothing more, but judging from her expression, he felt...

They're really giving her too much credit, huh!

Immediately, he raised his arrogant head and sneered, "I'm just thanking you, and instead of being grateful and kowtowing to me, you dare to ask me?! Who's the boss between us?"

Listen to that tone, he's really like a child. Tang Yue chuckled inwardly, but quickly tried to appease him, saying, "You're the boss, you're the boss."

She chuckled to herself, thinking, "That's more like it! That sudden stunt just now gave me goosebumps."

"Hmph, let's go home quickly, otherwise Daddy will scold me for playing around outside again."

"Okay," the two of them said, their playful voices fading into the distance and disappearing into the crowd, leaving only silence.

It took them about half an hour to leave the West Market and reach North Street. North Street was frequented by dignitaries and officials, so it wasn't as lively as the West Market at night, but many restaurants were still open. The two continued walking until they passed a quiet alley that was neither too wide nor too narrow, at which point they stopped.

Murong Minglang twitched his ears to make sure he hadn't misheard before asking Tang Yue, "Little Tang, did you hear anything?"

Tang Yue picked at her nails and said nonchalantly, "Yeah, I heard you. So what?"

Murong Minglang asked curiously, "Did you hear what the sound was?"

He could only hear a little bit occasionally, unlike Tang Yue who could hear it as clearly.

"The sound of fighting, what's so curious about that?"

North Street is nothing more than a place where rich kids dine on poor people. This kind of thing is also common in West Market. She used to help them out, but she later realized that this was just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. She doesn't come to North Street often, and if she were to intervene rashly, these people would only retaliate more severely the next time she wasn't around. There's no way around it; it's a common problem for social animals—the big bully the small, and the strong bully the weak.

Tang Yue lifted her eyelids and glanced at the alley. It was so dark that she couldn't see anything. It was only because they practiced martial arts that they could faintly hear some noises.

"But my eyelid keeps twitching, can we go get it checked out?" Murong Minglang frowned slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

Tang Yue shrugged: "Sure, what's the big deal? Let's go take a look!"

She turned around and took out a money pouch, handing it to Lin Hao: "Lin Hao, here's some money. Go sit at the wonton shop up ahead for a while."

Lin Hao reached out and took the money bag, saying timidly, "Little sister, I want to go too."

Tang Yue patted his head: "No, we'll be back soon. Be a good boy and stay here for a while. If you're good, I'll make you something delicious tomorrow."

Otherwise, if he sees something bloody later, it might cause the child to develop some problems, and that would be a loss.

Lin Hao's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he nodded slightly: "Okay, little sister, if it's dangerous, call me!"

Tang Yue narrowed her eyes: "Okay, go ahead."

Lin Hao was patted on the head, then obediently took his things and ran to the wonton stall, where he ordered a bowl of wontons.

Murong Minglang looked at Lin Hao's obedient behavior like a puppy and pursed his lips speechlessly.

Then I followed Tang Yue into the alley.

The alley was deep, quiet, and extremely desolate. Tang Yue never expected that such a desolate place could exist in such a prime location as Beidajie. It was such a waste. She felt that she should take it over and start some money-making business, otherwise it would be such a waste.

The alleyway, which was just a little noisy, is now completely silent.

"Strange, it's over so quickly?" Tang Yue murmured to herself, stroking her chin.

Murong Minglang walked silently beside Tang Yue. He didn't know what he saw or what, but suddenly he started running like a madman.

Upon seeing this, Tang Yue paused, her eyes narrowing as she realized something was wrong. She quickly strode forward, pulled Murong Minglang into her arms, and hurried inside.

At the same time, he asked with concern, "Murong Minglang, what did you see?"

"I don't know, but the closer I get to the inside, the more uncomfortable my chest feels, a sharp, stabbing pain. Tang Yuan, can you go faster?" Murong Minglang's voice was somewhat unsteady, his hand clutching his chest, veins bulging.

Tang Yue glanced at Murong Minglang's pale face, licked her dry lips, and then used her teleportation speed. The source of the sound was only about two hundred meters away from them, and in just a few seconds, Tang Yue carried Murong Minglang to the scene...

Dead silence... Utterly dead silence...

Corpses were everywhere...

She recognized the uniforms; they were the uniforms of the Duke's mansion guards. Normally, these guards were imposing and serious, but now they lay sprawled on the ground, blood spreading beneath them and pooling into dark red pools that emitted an eerie red glow in the dim light.

Murong Minglang's face turned even paler, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Whether it was from being frightened or something else, he struggled to jump off Tang Yue's body. His eyes were red, and he turned over the corpses one by one, his fingers trembling, his voice trembling with sobs. He wanted to see if there were any survivors, wanted to ask what had happened, and wanted to ask where his father had gone.

"Is...is anyone still alive? What happened? Father, where did you go?" His voice choked with sobs, echoing in the dark, empty alley, but there was no response. Only the cold wind blew past the corpses, making a whistling sound.

Tang Yue didn't know how to comfort Murong Minglang, so she could only let him search the corpses while she carefully scanned the surroundings for signs of a fight, not missing any detail.

On the ground, weapon marks were deeply embedded in the soil, and there were similar marks on the walls. However, there were even more claw marks. Looking at the wounds on the corpses, they were neat and deadly. Their clothes were torn to shreds, and some guards even had bite marks all over their bodies. This series of events gave Tang Yue a headache.

She thought that, if she wasn't mistaken, she knew who had done it.