After Lin Yilin sent a few studio assistants to keep an eye on Teng Jun's residence, she left with Zheng Fan.
"Phantasms really have a lot of tricks, but why don't the Phantasms I create have such an effect?" Zheng Fan muttered on the way back.
Toast had bitten so many people, yet no one had been able to establish a connection with him through it.
"Originally, when I learned that Evil Mr. could create Phantasms, I also thought you were a bait-type Illusion, but then I ruled that out," Lin Yilin said.
Zheng Fan looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
"Although Toast and the coffee machine came from Evil Mr.'s hands, they are not his accessories, but truly independent entities. Especially Toast, which possesses strong autonomy. In contrast, the lures scattered by bait-type Illusions are essentially closely related to themselves and are not independent existences."
Lin Yilin explained, "If this type of Illusion perishes, then the Phantasms it scattered will also be difficult to maintain. They will either be greatly reduced in effectiveness or disappear along with it. But even if Evil Mr. were to disappear one day, Toast and the others would not disappear with him."
"Ah?" Zheng Fan blinked, "So should I be happy or sad?"
Lin Yilin looked at him, "Is Evil Mr. the kind of person who wants to take something with him after he dies? Like emperors in ancient times?"
"I definitely want to take something with me, but it won't be as exaggerated as an emperor; at most, I'll just set off a big, conspicuous fireworks display for everyone," Zheng Fan said, looking up at the sky.
"Evil Mr. is really just talking about ordinary fireworks, right?"
"Heh heh, hard to say." Zheng Fan smiled somewhat sinisterly.
Upon returning to the office, Lin Yilin retrieved some items from inside and then bid farewell and left directly.
A peaceful night.
However, Zheng Fan wouldn't be too bored recently, because with Cheng Fei's body, he and Toast had a new way to play at night.
His red thread ability passed through Cheng Fei's body, propping him up like a string puppet.
"Awoo!" Little Toast stood ready.
"Where did we leave off last night? Oh, right, how to attack human vital points. Although you are perfect, you still need to become more perfect. You're still too casual when biting people. Your physical disadvantage makes it easy for others to control you if they get a chance!" Zheng Fan meticulously instructed.
"Awoo!"
"The human body has many vital points; I already pointed them out to you yesterday. However, there are also some places that, while not vital points, can significantly delay a person's actions if successfully targeted as secondary attack objectives. Where do you prefer to bite?"
"Awoo!" Toast pointed its small paw at Cheng Fei's butt.
"The butt isn't a top-tier choice, but it's rich in fat, tender and juicy, and biting into it indeed brings a sense of satisfaction," Zheng Fan said, stroking his chin.
Toast nodded. Although with a piece of Toast, you can't really tell which part is its head, just assume it's nodding.
"For human males—yes, humans pretty much like this skin I'm wearing—they are a very foolish species. They have a secondary dangerous area that is exposed year-round, and they believe a few thin layers of clothing can conceal it." Zheng Fan's gaze was deep.
"Awoo?"
"That's right, as expected of the perfect Toast, you've already guessed it. It's a man's big hot dog!"
"Awoo~."
"Hey, you're getting picky now. You don't mind biting butts but you mind biting this, huh?" Zheng Fan angrily rubbed Toast's head.
"Awoo?"
"Women, too, are very foolish. Do you think they are safe just because they don't have exposed organs down there? Not at all; it's just an Illusion. The same area is equally fragile, and a heavy blow can still easily destroy them!" Zheng Fan clenched his fist, his tone bold.
"Awoo." So Toast doesn't want to attack humans below the waist, okay?
By the way, why is Fan Laoda's tone becoming more and more excited when talking about such vulgar things?
It really doesn't feel as satisfying as biting a butt.
"Tsk, Toast is finally in its rebellious phase too," Zheng Fan couldn't help but click his tongue.
Next was the practical exercise. Zheng Fan manipulated Cheng Fei with red threads, making this body engage in a big battle with Toast in the office.
The scene was quite bloody. Toast's aggressiveness was unquestionable, and combined with Zheng Fan's abysmal control, Cheng Fei was bitten into a pulp.
It felt like a re-enactment of the night Cheng Fei's original owner passed away.
Looking at the two halves of butt that Toast had disdainfully spat onto the floor, Zheng Fan said, "With this kind of force, it doesn't matter where you bite."
"Awoo?" So, Fan Laoda, how are you going to deal with this mess?
"Just wipe it with you," Zheng Fan said.
The miraculous use of the perfect Toast: its body actually absorbs other foreign objects very quickly, and the absorption degree is quite good. All kinds of stains disappear with a single wipe!
It was practically a perfect rag.
"Awoo!" Toast launched itself, ready to run, but Zheng Fan grabbed it with one hand and instantly slammed it onto the ground, rubbing it vigorously.
After sticking the two bitten-off butt halves back on and reaching into Cheng Fei's body to regenerate him, the mess was cleaned up.
Toast cowered in the corner, staring at Zheng Fan with resentment.
"Don't be difficult. Here, it's almost time to change your desiccant." Zheng Fan took out a desiccant packet, which he had conjured using his property ability from the leftover bag of packaged cake.
The weather had been humid recently. Toast absorbed other things very quickly, but it still got damp. Why was that?
You don't need to understand the perfect Toast's affairs so thoroughly.
Under Toast's desperate struggles, Zheng Fan pulled open Toast's little butt, like inserting a suppository for a girlfriend with hemorrhoids. Toast's struggles and howls were quite intense.
What? Why insert it from the butt?
There was no special reason; Zheng Fan just wanted to play that way.
After a period of commotion, Toast finally fell asleep. Zheng Fan gently patted its body, humming a lullaby beside it to soothe Toast's emotions.
He also thought about whether he should go find Jiang Si tonight after a long time. Ever since that late-night meal, that girl had been very subjectively resistant to giving her body to him.
She had even learned to hide her shallow thoughts to reduce the effect of Zheng Fan's remote sensing. Although Zheng Fan could still easily see through her if he put his mind to it, he was so engrossed with Miss Lin Yilin on a daily basis that he could easily overlook it by accident.
Only at times like this could he feel that Little Zombie was indeed the special genius Lin Yilin spoke of.
Hmm?
Zheng Fan was startled. Jiang Si's presence was surprisingly close? When did she return to Xixikoko?
Knock knock!
The office door was knocked in response.
In a moment, the lock made a sound, and in no time, the office door was easily unlocked.
"I told Lin Yilin a long time ago that she should get a better lock..." Zheng Fan muttered to himself.
Then the door slowly pushed open, revealing Jiang Si, dressed in a black JK sailor uniform, with a bright red tie at her chest and a pair of black thigh-high socks that were slightly torn but did not hinder the beautiful silhouette they outlined.
Jiang Si stood at the doorway: "Long time no see. Since Evil Mr. seems to have forgotten about me, I came to find you myself... Uh, am I coming at a bad time?"
Jiang Si looked at the man lying in the office living room, his clothes tattered, especially around his butt, where a strong and powerful outline was exposed.
It was a butt that looked very healthy.
Hiss, the reason Evil Mr. was so heartless towards beautiful girls was—!?