Superman's End Manual

"Heh, he only needs to worry about you, okay? His daughter is so strong, what danger could she possibly be in?"

"Oh, oh." Ke Mingye didn't take it seriously. "That's how parents are. No matter how strong you are, they'll still worry about you, no matter what kind of superhero or magical girl you are, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Zini silently added in her mind, "There's also a big, clumsy dragon!"

She glared at Ke Yongzhu as she thought about it.

Ke Yongzhu sneezed, glanced at Bai Zini with a puzzled look, and then continued playing with her phone.

"So only my second brother and I knew about this?" she asked again.

"Ah."

Ke Mingye nodded.

Bai Zini pondered for a while, seemingly feeling that the result was acceptable.

So he said, "Brother, you're the only one in the family who knows my identity, so remember to keep it a secret from them."

Ke Mingye sighed, thinking to himself, "Your sister knows your identity, so what are you pretending for?"

"Okay, okay, I understand."

As he spoke, he glanced at Bai Qiuwu out of the corner of his eye.

Bai Qiuwu took her phone out of her coat pocket, glanced at the screen, and then silently got up from the sofa and walked to the corner of the living room.

In the shadows of the living room, Bai Qiuwu stood against the wall, taking a sip of cola while glancing down at the information on the screen.

[Mr. Strange Things: Did you have fun?]

[Bai Qiuwu: You lied to me, saying it was something 'serious,' but it's just a birthday party?]

[Mr. Strange Things: This is called a surprise, not that I lied to you.]

[Bai Qiuwu: So, what exactly happened to my sister and brother that you mentioned before?]

[Mr. Strange Things: A group of people calling themselves "Vampire Hunters" have their eyes on them. As for the rest, I can't tell you.]

[Mr. Strange Things: In short, you'd better keep a close eye on them lately and don't let them sneak out, or you'll face the consequences.]

What could it be?

As Bai Qiuwu thought about it, she crossed her arms, looked up from her phone, tilted her head slightly, and gazed uneasily at Ke Mingye and Bai Ziling sitting on the sofa.

Then, as if remembering something, she picked up her phone again, turned it on, and entered a message.

[Bai Qiuwu: By the way, thank you for celebrating my birthday. The fireworks... were actually quite beautiful.]

[Mr. Strange Things: Oh, there's no need for that. We're friends, aren't we?]

[Bai Qiuwu: Yes, we're friends.]

Asking for a monthly ticket!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 197 The Orange Sky Before the Storm

July 20, at Bai Ke's home.

Night had fallen, and a sliver of moonlight hid beneath the mackerel clouds on the horizon. Cicadas chirped incessantly in the old, verdant trees. As the wind rustled through the leaves, the clear moonlight streamed into the room through the window.

The birthday party was almost over when Yuriko finally woke up, yawned, and licked her paws while lying on the carpet.

Then, just as it was thinking of finding a quieter place to sleep, it was suddenly hugged by Bai Ziling and held in her arms, becoming a pad for its sketchbook.

Meanwhile, the people in the living room were planning to end the event with Ke Yinzhi's singing segment, but soon after, Bai Wenna's shout came from the rooftop, and everyone quieted down and gave up the idea.

"It seems this is fate."

With that, Ke Yinzhi shrugged, put the microphone back on the table, yawned, and continued to look down at his book.

"You can dodge the first day of the lunar new year but you can't escape the third. Next month is my and Xiaoling's birthday. We share the same birthday, so you have to sing a song for me, big brother."

As Bai Zini tilted her head and muttered, Bai Wenna's scolding voice came from upstairs again.

She clicked her tongue, carefully bent down and approached the television, took out the USB port for the wireless microphone from the back of the television, and then glanced back at the living room, which was covered in cream.

Then, with her hands on her hips and an expression that said, "I'm the boss, I'm in charge," she said, "Whoever loses rock-paper-scissors has to clean the living room, or Mom will wake up tomorrow with a crazy ape virus!"

After hearing the eldest son, the little tyrant, speak, the other six siblings sitting on the sofa immediately reached a consensus, raising their right hands without even looking up and silently throwing punches.

After deciding who should clean up the messy living room by playing rock-paper-scissors, everyone except the unlucky guy who was still cleaning up the living room covered in dust sat on the sofa doing their own thing.

Ke Mingye slumped back on the sofa, bored, and asked while fiddling with the clown mask, "So, what is this thing actually for?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Ziling raised her eyes from under her snow-white bangs, glanced at it casually, and then looked away.

She squatted barefoot on the sofa, drawing in a blank notebook as she said, "Sister Xiaoni said that wearing a mask can scare Sister Qiuwu and give her an extra surprise."

"Seriously? You call this an extra surprise?" Ke Mingye said as he put on his mask. "I think it's premeditated murder. No wonder it's her cunning idea."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Bai Zini with disdain through his mask.

Bai Zini, who was sweeping up the cake stains on the floor, looked up, puffed out her cheeks, turned her head, and looked at Ke Mingye, meeting his gaze fiercely.

She said unhappily, "Pah! I even prepared this specially, but in the end I didn't need it. I wanted my brother to wear it, but he absolutely refused, as if wearing it would kill him."

"Wear it? My foot!" Ke Mingye rolled his eyes at her. "If anyone's going to wear it, it should be my older brother. He's the one in the family who looks like a clown. How can I possibly be convincing wearing this thing?"

"Is this a compliment? Thank you for the compliment."

Ke Yinzhi lowered his eyes to read the book and spoke casually.

"Haha, it's the 22nd century and there are still people who think 'clown' is a compliment. I suggest they surf the internet more and broaden their horizons."

Ke Mingye said in a sarcastic tone.

"It's not that I don't like going online, it's just that there's too much idiocy on the internet," Ke Yinzhi replied.

Ke Xiaomo crossed her arms and calmly reminded everyone, "Swearing is forbidden in the house. The first offense will result in a warning, and the second offense will result in a week of running errands."

"Isn't this just stating the truth? How did it become profanity?"

As she spoke, Ke Yinzhi yawned, flipping through the pages of her book, and said, "They don't even have the basic ability to think independently, yet they just keep feeding their brains information they can't control, like drug addicts. If I had to describe it, it's like weaving a cocoon around themselves, or moths flying into a flame. Over time, with their shallow knowledge and limited brain capacity, they will either become numb under the intense bombardment of these messages, or become puppets manipulated by public opinion, just like... a slightly more advanced kind of zombie."

"Perhaps in the future, as the internet becomes more widespread, this will evolve into a new kind of religion."

He paused for a moment: "After all, even a piece of information that has no credibility can become a trigger for these people who have no judgment. The number of internet users is there, and there will always be a group of fools who will fall for it. For example, Qingya is a living example... He did nothing wrong, but there are a lot of fools on the internet, so public opinion about him has to be one-sided."

However, no one in the living room listened to him. Only Ke Mingye raised his middle finger at him without looking up, with an expression that said, "What are you pretending for?"

He said, "Hehe, if such an internet religion really emerges in the future, I will definitely go in and become its leader, spreading false information and inciting them to cyberbully you."

Ke Mingye paused for a moment, then added, "For example, 'Ke Yin steals a panda' and 'Ke Yin abuses her siblings, leaving her younger brother with psychological trauma'—these two stories alone sound explosive enough."

"Wow, being so adored by my younger brother must be a lot of pressure. It's a pity I don't go online, so it doesn't affect me."

As he spoke, Ke Yinzhi shrugged. He seemed to remember something, chuckled softly, and said teasingly, "Hmm... I hope 'Blue Crow' doesn't go online either."

"Just how much do you like the Blue Crow?" Ke Xiaomo asked casually.

"Is that so..." Ke Yinzhi pondered for a moment, then said casually, "I wouldn't say I like him, it's just that I feel indignant?"

While playing on his phone, Ke Mingye said, "Isn't this exactly what their values ​​are? Saying things like 'internet trolls' and 'inability to think independently' is just a way to whitewash Qingya, isn't it?"

He paused for a moment, then said dismissively, "Besides, are you even human? It's so unlucky to mention 'Blue Raven' on someone else's birthday without even asking my older sister's opinion beforehand."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zini, Bai Qiuwu, and Ke Xiaomo simultaneously cast a disdainful glance at him. They thought to themselves, "Who exactly idolizes Qingya to the point of creating a battle suit based on him? Isn't this just the thief crying 'stop thief!'"

"It feels less auspicious than when Second Brother mentioned 'Blue Owl' at someone else's birthday party. That owl is an imitator of the blue raven, they're birds of a feather, okay?"

Bai Zini said as she mopped the floor.

"The case is solved," Ke Mingye said. "If we don't mention 'Blue Owl,' we won't mention 'Blue Raven.' It's all Second Brother's fault."

"I'm really sorry."

Ke Xiaomo apologized promptly. He casually flipped through a family photo album and said lightly, "These two are indeed unlucky. Let's not mention them again."

For some reason, Ke Mingye felt strangely uncomfortable listening to this, as if it were a transgression of boundaries, like, "I can make fun of myself, but you're going too far." His eyes twitched slightly.

He glanced at Ke Xiaomo and said meaningfully, "I hope you keep your word. If you mention 'Blue Owl' to us again, you're a dog."

Ke Xiaomo was too lazy to pay attention to him and simply didn't respond.

"Leaving aside the 'Blue Owl,' I don't think there's anything wrong with the 'Raven,'" Bai Qiuwu said. "Although there's a lot of controversy surrounding him, he has indeed made this city much safer, hasn't he?"

"It's hard to say, but it doesn't feel as good as Magical Girl Ashes," Ke Mingye said.

“I agree.” Bai Zini clapped her hands and hummed, “Wow, bro, it’s rare for you to say something sensible!!”

Upon hearing this, Ke Yinzhi also joined the conversation, casually mentioning it.

He said, "Wow, you all praise this 'Magical Girl Ash' so much? Although she and Blue Raven both break the rules, I think there are still many differences between the two: if Blue Raven's obsession and incongruity are a manifestation of upholding her beliefs, then this magical girl gives me the feeling of being arrogant, willful, and haughty."

He paused for a moment, then said sarcastically, "If I had to praise her, I would say that, as vigilantes, this magical girl Ash is not as good as that divine being."

Ke Xiaomo raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself, "What are you thinking? Isn't this obviously telling Qiu Wu that you know her identity?"

So they covered for him by asking, "Which psychic?"

"Which one else could there be?"

Ke Xiaomo pondered for a moment: "Oh, that 'Black Wukong'?"