Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

In order to clear away distracting thoughts and adjust one's physical and mental state to its best.

India deliberately chose to have the divination done in the dead of night, in the early morning.

Please close your eyes when it gets dark.

In front of India was a square table covered with a black tablecloth. She took a deep breath and shuffled the tarot cards like mahjong tiles.

"Where does the Dharma protector see joy?"

With questions in mind, India connected magic, fate, and cards, then arranged the drawn tarot cards according to their layout and began to interpret them.

After a while, India's eyes lit up, as if she had found the answer.

Chen Feng, who was standing nearby, quickly asked, "What do you mean?"

INDIEA said slowly, "Among us, I saw..."

Chen Feng was taken aback: "What? The protector of the Holy Ox Sect is among us?"

"Among us, I saw a werewolf," India continued.

Old Wolf: "......"

Chen Feng said irritably, "Who told you to test this?"

India stuck out her tongue: "Sorry, my professional habit kicked in. Now, back to the main topic, the clue to the Protector's Eye of Joy is indeed among us."

As she spoke, India pointed at the blond-haired man: "Yes, don't hide, it's you. Your family and Yan Jianxi are connected by fate, and very closely."

The blond-haired man's expression changed: "You mean my mom?"

So, someone in Huang Mao's family is a follower of the Sacred Ox Cult?

Chen Feng's mind went blank because he remembered something from a very, very long time ago.

During the second save-loading session at the Internet Addiction Academy, Chen Feng and the trio escaped from the academy. They were extremely cautious, opening the door without making a sound, and knocking out the shopkeeper at the convenience store, leaving almost no trace of their escape.

But in the end, I was still inexplicably blocked by mutton noodles.

At that time, Yangmian said that someone had reported it to him.

So Chen Feng always thought there was something wrong with the surrounding residential buildings, but when he and Meng Chengcheng destroyed the mental hospital, they made such a big commotion, yet Niu Mian's bread truck took a long time to arrive.

So, there was a mistake.

Chen Feng remembered that they made two phone calls at that convenience store.

One call was to the police.

Although Cihang City was firmly controlled by five monsters, it was clear from the fact that Sheep Face arrived before the police and had to explain the situation to them that they did not know each other.

That means there was a problem with another phone call.

Huang Mao made a phone call to his mother. If Huang Mao's mother is related to the Holy Ox Cult, and the Holy Ox Cult and the mental hospital are both under the influence of the Ox Face, then everything makes sense.

Faced with everyone's gazes, the blond-haired man lowered his head and admitted, "There's something I've never dared to tell you. Actually, I was also sent there by my parents."

Chen Feng realized this too late.

No wonder this kid was so excited when he heard that Senior Xinran had been sent there.

Huang Mao continued, "My mother is a devout follower of the Holy Bull Church. She donated a lot of money to the Holy Bull Church so that she could go to heaven after she dies."

"My dad divorced her because of this. My brother and I tried to persuade her to stop donating money, but she not only wouldn't listen, she also kicked my brother out of the house and sent me to the college."

India felt that things were already clear: "I heard that Yan Kanxi is the protector of money in the Holy Cow Cult, and since his mother donated so much money, she must have been received by Yan Kanxi."

Chen Feng no longer hesitated: "Then let's go to Huang Mao's house tomorrow."

INDIEA said, "Wait a minute: I've already found a protector for you, you promised me..."

Magic, huh?

Chen Feng was about to share Gu Long's magic when he heard India say, "Aren't you petting the dog?"

So, petting dogs is more important than magic?

Chen Feng said it wasn't possible now because Erha was already exhausted.

India frowned: "Huh? Isn't it a dog?"

At this moment, in the corridor of Happiness Internet Cafe.

Erlang lay on the carpet, tongue lolling out, like a dead dog.

When the old wolf came out of the room and saw the husky in this state, he was very surprised.

As a lazy dog, Erlang usually does nothing but eat and sleep, but today, for some unknown reason, he cultivated continuously for a whole day, without taking a break for even a minute except for eating and going to the toilet.

As the saying goes, Heaven rewards diligence.

As Erlang cultivated, his demonic power grew stronger and stronger, almost doubling compared to when he first started training!

The old wolf sighed, "The younger generation is truly formidable! They are indeed formidable!"

At this moment, the husky got up.

Old Wolf was about to say, "You've had a long day, get some rest."

But the husky's expression suddenly changed, because a death knell sounded in its ear:

The Heavenly Dog's Moon-Devouring Plan is Underway

[The dog is being lazy and arrogant; it really needs some discipline.]

[Doggy, you can't rest yet!]

Snapped!

With a crack of the whip, the husky whimpered and resumed its training.

Chen Feng, watching from the side, couldn't be happier: "This proficiency system is really great as long as I don't use it."

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the next morning.

Chen Feng, Lao Lang, Huang Mao, and Yingdiya went to Huang Mao's house together.

Apart from She Qingqing, who returned to the internet cafe out of fear of being haunted by a dilapidated temple, almost everyone else who could play had gone out.

Chen Feng was quite surprised that India wanted to come along: "You're really bold. You should know we're going to risk our lives against the Protector, right?"

"I know."

India glanced back at She Qingqing: "I'd rather die than be with a girl older than me."

Chen Feng glanced at it back and forth, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Of course, this is only the surface reason.

The real reason was that India was curious about who these guys who kidnapped her were.

They're supposed to be good people, but their team includes monsters, and more than one at that.

While they might be considered bad guys, they were indeed hunting monsters, and they were even targeting the Holy Bull Cult Protectors, for whom an A-level bounty had been placed.

Where do these guys get their confidence to dare to fight an A-level monster?

India insisted on seeing it clearly.

After a morning of bus rides, Chen Feng and his group stopped at the entrance of an upscale residential complex.

Chen Feng exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be rich, blondie!"

The blond guy was still spouting incomprehensible game jargon: "Since I'm switching to blond, I'll definitely need to spend some money."

Upon reaching the main gate, Huang Mao knew his presence had been erased and he wouldn't be able to pass through the security system. So he said to the security guard, "We're here to visit relatives. Ms. Liu Ling from apartment 042 in building 2 is my mother... a relative."

The security guard checked the computer and said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Liu Ling and her family have already moved out."

The blond-haired man was stunned: "Huh? You're not staying?"

The security guard added, "It looks like it's been sold."

The blond-haired man asked, "So, do you know where they went?"

The security guard said impatiently, "How should I know?"

Seeing that the security guard was about to kick them out, India stepped forward and said with a flirtatious tone, "Handsome guy~ could you help us ask?"

"It's my duty!"

The security guard, as if injected with adrenaline, immediately found the homeowner's phone number, asked some questions, and gave him an address.

The group took a car to the building and found it to be a cheap rental building.

Why would someone choose to live in a rented apartment instead of staying in a high-end residential area?

The blond-haired man's face was even blonder than his hair: "Oh no, did my mom sell the house to donate the money?"

Chen Feng thought this was very likely: "Congratulations on learning how to answer first."

When they got downstairs, before they could even ask where anyone lived, they heard a man and a woman arguing upstairs.

The woman's voice sounded very old and harsh, like that of a middle-aged mother: "I heard you're getting married. Are you here to ask me for money? No! A sinner like you doesn't deserve to get married at all."

The boy, on the other hand, was more composed and youthful, like a young adult: "I didn't ask for money. You donated all the money you used to pay for my college education to the church, so I never expected to ask you for a single penny."

The blond-haired man shuddered: "That voice...that's my brother and my mom!"

Chen Feng said, "What a coincidence?"

A passerby buying groceries nearby casually remarked, "What's so coincidental? This mother and son argue every day; it's become a regular occurrence."

When she heard that her son didn't want money, the mother breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Then why did you come back?"

The blond-haired guy said, "I'm getting married soon and saving up for a house, so I'm here to get my salary card."

The woman resolutely refused, feigning misery, "No way! That money is for rent. Do you want to see your mother kicked out?"

The son got angry too: "Isn't it all because you donated money to sell the house that we're in such a sorry state!"

The mother's voice suddenly rose: "I donated to the church; it's to accumulate merit for your next life! You sinner, do you even have a heart of gratitude?"

The son insisted, "No matter what you say, I'm taking it."

The mother cried, "You're driving me to the brink of a heart attack!"

"Other people earn money to support their parents. Are you an orphan? Don't you have a mother?"

"Get out! Just pretend I never had a son like you."

"Let me make this clear from the start: if you dare take my salary card, I'll go to your workplace and tell your boss what an unfilial and filthy beast you are, and have them fire you."

"You dare!"

Then, the sounds of fighting and things being smashed on the ground and walls could be heard.

After a while, the older brother's voice rang out again:

"Why isn't there a single penny? Mom! Did you donate all my money again?"

"I already said it's about accumulating good karma!"

Chen Feng looked up. He had just heard the window open, so he reminded Huang Mao, "Quick, look! Your brother might be going to do a trapeze act."