[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

"What kind of nonsense are these answers? Is there anything reliable at all!"

Fu Su quickly scrolled through the forum posts and found that although the thread was very long, there were hardly any reliable and helpful answers. Apart from small advertisements, pornographic posts, and a few people selling melon seeds and peanuts, there were only two people constantly replying.

A netizen named "A Small Tree in Lanruo Temple" said that preventing the poster from seeing people and the light of day is clearly treating the poster like a ghost.

Another netizen, "A Love Story of Four Hundred Years," said, "How could the poster be such a filthy creature as a ghost? The poster is at least a prince-level figure. Even if he were a ghost, he should be a vampire... Noble, elegant, and mysterious. That would fit the poster's character design."

Then the two of them started arguing, and it went on for hundreds of posts, making Fusu feel dizzy. He just couldn't understand what the difference was between a ghost and a vampire. Aren't they both creatures that can't stand the light of day and are shady and secretive? What's the point of arguing? And they could argue for hundreds of posts, forcing him, the poster host, to step down and give up his spot to the two of them.

However, once the seed of doubt was planted in his mind, Fusu immediately discovered that the nonsense spouted by these two netizens was so logical and well-founded that it was impossible to refute it.

Ghosts cannot be exposed to the sun, so Ying Zheng closed all the doors and windows, fearing that he would turn to ashes if he were exposed to light.

It's easier to understand why they wouldn't let him go out or see outsiders; they were afraid that outsiders would let slip that "he is dead."

In the legends of Earth, if a dead person has too many obsessions in life, they may continue to "live" in the same way they did in life, just like a normal person. However, such a living dead person will immediately die if they remember or know that they are dead.

Ahhh! Boss, why do you have such a unique and quirky imagination?

Boss, there are no ghosts in the world. All the demons and monsters are just pranks by aliens. We should believe in science and not engage in this kind of feudal superstition.

With Ying Zheng absent, Fusu could only vent his frustration on the forum.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished posting, the netizens who were originally debating whether ghosts or vampires were more powerful suddenly turned on him and started laughing loudly at him, the poster.

A bunch of heartless and conscienceless weirdos, laugh all they want, but while they laugh they also criticize his boss, even using the phrase "This is the kind of imagination that fits your dad's persona, after all, he's the number one feudal and superstitious man in history" to flood the screen.

Your dad is the biggest superstitious man in history! Last time he was a figurine fanatic, this time he's a superstitious man!

Dad! Boss Dad! We believe in science, okay?! Don't make something like "My Son is a Ghost"!

Fusu scratched his head, thought about it seriously, and realized that this was the standard opening of a horror movie. The parents who lost their son managed to call his son's soul back from hell by constantly doing stupid things. But they didn't expect that what was resurrected was not their son, but a demon wearing their son's skin.

Following the pattern of horror movies, the next step should be for me to trick Ying Zheng into feeding the tigers, and then... either I'll be killed by my righteous allies, or, in order to make a sequel, I'll crawl out from underground after the final episode, when all the stories have come to an end, and roar at the camera, indicating that I will definitely come back.

Thinking of this, Fusu turned his head and looked at Ying Zheng, who was bent over his desk writing furiously. He sat down on the ground, supported himself with his hands, and slowly moved over to Ying Zheng's side. He chuckled and said, "Father, do you want to see Qingjiao?"

Upon hearing the words "green pepper," Ying Zheng was startled. His hand trembled, and the ink-stained brush drew a heavy line on the bamboo slip.

"Su'er, why did you suddenly bring this up?" A hint of fear and unease flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes, but he quickly calmed down.

He put down his pen, turned to look at Fusu, reached out and gently stroked Fusu's head, and said in an unusually gentle voice, "Su'er, your father will protect you and will not let you go back to suffer."

Although he understood the truth, Fusu still couldn't stand the bizarre and grotesque style of Ying Zheng.

"Father, aren't you afraid I'll take you back to see Green Pepper?"

In the legends of Earth, after a person is eaten by a tiger, they will turn into a vengeful ghost. The vengeful ghost will then lure people to be eaten by the tiger. Moreover, the vengeful ghost is heartless and extremely vicious. Its favorite thing is to seduce its own relatives to be eaten by the tiger.

"With thousands of troops under my command, why would I care about a mere tiger?" Ying Zheng released his grip, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. He said in an icy voice, "Su'er, rest assured, your father will avenge you. From now on, no tiger will ever appear in Shanglin Garden again."

"Ah? Father, no!" Fusu grabbed Ying Zheng's sleeve and pleaded.

With such a domineering CEO as his father, Fusu says, "This baby really can't accept it!"

"Su'er, don't be afraid. As long as you kill the tiger, no one will be able to control you. Then you will be free. Isn't that good?" Ying Zheng gently comforted his lovely son.

"Father, I... but I... I'm not dead."

As Fusu spoke, he stood up, ran to the window, and suddenly pushed it open.

It was midday, and the sunlight streamed down from the sky, falling on Fusu's snow-white skin and bathing it in a sacred and beautiful glow.

Fusu turned around, stretched out his hands in the sunlight, and smiled at Ying Zheng, saying, "Father, look, Su'er has not turned to ashes."

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, who was smiling as brightly as he remembered, remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "The Changgui is indeed as legendary as it is, unafraid of sunlight, and can freely appear during the day to lure passersby into traps."

Upon hearing Ying Zheng's words, Fusu's head, which had been held high like a rooster, suddenly drooped down.

Dad! Do you have to be so superstitious? No wonder people say you're the most feudal and superstitious man in history! Give your baby some respect!

"Father, you must believe me... I'm really not dead..." Fusu ran to Ying Zheng's side, hugged his hand tightly to his left chest, "Father, listen, there's a heartbeat... I'm alive... and..." Fusu grabbed Ying Zheng's hand again, pressed it to his cheeks, and said urgently, "Look at my little face, although it's not as chubby as before, it's still warm and soft. What ghost can feel as good as your little darling Su'er?"

Feeling the warmth from his palm, Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, whose face was flushed with excitement, and stubbornly pursed his lips, asking in a slightly choked voice, "Su'er, are you really... really alive?"

"That's right!" Fusu nodded vigorously, saying with the most sincere expression of his life, "Father, think about it, is a ghost as cute as Su'er? As obedient as Su'er? As adorable as Su'er? As charming as Su'er? As..."

Before Fusu could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a tightness behind him, and then he was pulled into a warm embrace, firm and reassuring, though a little...

Boss, let go, let go! I can't breathe!

Fusu struggled for a while, then suddenly remembered something: Why should I, a dignified alien, breathe the air of this fish-like blue planet? I can survive without breathing!

Can't breathe? Then hold your breath!

After holding it in for a while, Fusu wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the area on his back where Ying Zheng was pressing down on him was wet.

Feeling the chill on his back, Fusu couldn't help but ask, "Father, although Su'er is fair, tender, and cute, please don't drool."

Perhaps he was too excited, because after Fusu said such an unpleasant and irritating thing, Ying Zheng surprisingly didn't beat him up. Instead, he continued in a slightly sullen voice and asked, "You brat, why didn't you come back sooner?"

“Because…” Fusu paused. He instinctively felt that if he said “I didn’t catch the rabbit,” his fate would be worse than that of the tiger in Shanglin Garden. But if he said “I got lost,” it seemed to lower the dignity of the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty. “Father, how could you treat Su’er like a ghost? Su’er is clearly not dead. You really have no fatherly bond at all.”

Fusu decisively changed the subject and then turned the tables on Fusu.

Ying Zheng was speechless for a moment. He could say that he dreamed of you crying every night when he closed his eyes; he sent people to search for you for a month, searching the entire Shanglin Garden, but they only found a blood-stained coat and tiger footprints; everyone said you were dead, but he and your mother insisted that you were not dead and would not give up until they found your body; the reason for holding the funeral was only to hope that your soul could return to your hometown and be under your parents' wings again, so that you would not wander outside all day long because of your parents' obsession and become a lonely ghost.

Sensing Ying Zheng's speechlessness, Fusu was overjoyed, pleased that he had not only skillfully changed the subject but also turned the tables on him.

Fusu was not happy for long when he suddenly felt a tightness in his waist, followed by a dizzying spin in front of him. When he regained his senses, he found himself upside down on Ying Zheng's lap.

It's still that familiar pose.

Before Fusu could finish his thought, he felt his clothes being suddenly lifted, and a cool breeze blew down his anus and into his intestines, instantly clearing his mind.

There isn't a single good person among the kings of Blue Star. They make people wear open-crotch pants so that it's convenient for them to have sex anytime.

Listening to Ying Zheng spanking his own bottom while repeatedly cursing, "You brat, you actually sneaked up to the mountain! Let's see if you dare to run up to the mountain alone again," Fusu felt extremely wronged and heartbroken.

Waaaaah, how could I forget? My boss and I are father and son. Besides me changing the subject and turning the tables, my boss knows this trick too.

Mother! Grandmother! Someone, please come and save me! If you don't come to save me, Father will beat me to death.

Hearing Fusu say in his tender and familiar voice, "Father, Su'er was wrong, Su'er will not dare to do it again," lines that he knew by heart, Ying Zheng felt both angry and amused, and the force with which he slapped Fusu lessened by three points.

Same recipe, same taste. Why does this brat lie without changing his lines or even rehearsing? He has absolutely no sincerity.