The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

Crow nestled in Winston's arms and whispered, "They weren't like this just now..."

Upon hearing this, Winston knew that his men must have secretly taken off their human skin and let loose when no one was around.

So Winston could only pat the black rabbit's head and say:

"That's all fake. They're planning a Halloween parade, that's why they're dressed up in scary costumes."

Black Rabbit: ...

Wu Tu blinked: "I'm not a child anymore, so it's true, you can't lie to me."

Winston was a little surprised: "You're not a child anymore? It's only been a few years? How old are you? Is human lifespan really that short?"

The black mist around Winston moved without wind, and it looked like it was about to envelop the entire manor.

Upon seeing this, the butler quickly said, "I've asked the familiar supernatural beings, and they all say that the average human lifespan is seventy to one hundred years. The young master is only ten years old, isn't he?"

The strange, centuries-old father frowned: "They've lived such short lives. Humans are truly a short-lived species."

Winston held up the tiny figure in his hands.

Because of malnutrition, the black rabbit was exceptionally thin and looked even smaller.

Human life is so fragile, so pitiful...

But Winston couldn't help but fall in love with this tiny life.

This is clearly a child he found; once he found him, he's his.

If it weren't for the previous accident, his child would never have been lost, nor would he have ended up in this pitiful state.

Thinking about this, Winston felt a little angry again.

When he got angry, the entire instance couldn't help but tremble, and the eerie system tried its best to stabilize his emotions with its laggy, mechanical voice:

"I...I...I've already turned him into a weird dungeon NPC. He'll stay like this forever; the data will be saved forever—"

Upon hearing this, Winston withdrew his gaze and refocused it on the black rabbit.

No wonder the little guy looks different now, like a half-human, half-monster.

This was clearly a quick fix by the system after realizing it couldn't handle the consequences of angering Winston.

The system in this bizarre world has no idea what kind of thing it has summoned.

The bizarre bosses in this world are all selected, evil-doing humans who were transformed into bosses to serve the system after death.

But now, Winston's actions are enough to prove that he is not an ordinary undead at all.

The system was filled with regret, but it couldn't even eliminate Winston now. The contract that this world and Winston initially signed had become a contract that bound the system.

The system was furious, but it still had to help Winston meet his demands by providing batches of humans for him to search for his child.

Winston doesn't eat people like typical weird bosses.

He seemed to have no interest in human flesh and blood, and even some disgust towards it.

But he regarded human life as ants.

It seems that in Winston's eyes, these people were like ants being looked down upon; if they were too noisy, he could simply stomp on them without any problem.

But his children are different.

His child was dusty and chubby, but round and chubby with bright, sparkling eyes.

When I first met him, I dared to hold his finger and smile.

Sure enough, apart from the treasure he had found again, Winston didn't care about any other humans.

I don't even want to go out for dinner tonight.

Since he has already achieved his goal of finding his child, this instance's mission is no longer relevant to him.

But the black rabbit refused.

The little guy was held in Winston's arms from the very beginning.

The tall, pale man seemed uninterested in his flesh.

Can he let me go home?

He wanted to go back to Ulan's side.

So the little guy looked up at him, and nervously shifted his legs:

"I want to go home. Can I go back?"

Winston's brow furrowed:

"This is your home, baby. I'm your dad."

As Wu Tu listened to Winston's words, she stared blankly at him, then at herself.

It's obvious they don't look alike at all.

The expression on Wu Tu's face as she looked at Winston was already somewhat puzzled.

He tried to pry Winston's hands off him, but the little guy's strength was so weak that he could barely tickle him.

Winston said, "Your home is right here."

Wu Tu was unwilling, and his tears fell down again in a flash.

This little guy is such a crybaby.

Winston stared at the crying crow, momentarily stunned, then a little flustered.

Moreover, Wu Tu even took the initiative to say:

"I can stay and work for you, but please give me one day... I want to stay by her side..."

Winston watched the little guy cry and gently loosened his grip a little.

He looked at the black rabbit for a long time, and in the end, he simply wiped away the black rabbit's tears with his hand, and then put it down:

"Go."

The butler looked at Winston with surprise:

"Sir, you..."

Winston never used to let the young master leave his side.

Winston shook his head, signaling the butler to stop talking.

Previously, Winston's inhumanity was even more pronounced; he lived only according to his own ideas, had absolutely no experience in raising children, and caused several accidents...

Now, Winston dares not gamble on that accident again.

He could only stay with Wu Tu, and just before the little guy was about to go out, he suddenly grabbed him again.

Faced with the little guy's wary gaze, Winston said:

"Why don't you go change your clothes first, okay?"

Wu Tu looked down at her faded T-shirt, lowered her head in embarrassment, and blushed deeply.

But Winston didn't laugh at him; instead, he watched him intently the whole time.

This is completely different from the people Wu Tu has encountered before.

He even felt that Winston wasn't looking at his appearance, but rather at his soul.

No matter how much he disguised himself, Winston could recognize him at a glance.

It was as if he had marked the soul of the black ox.

Wu Tu pursed his lips and watched as Winston personally led him to a locker room.

The little boy looked at the expensive fabric and well-fitting clothes in front of him, and dared not think too much about whether Winston's words were true.

If so, then he really is the child of a strange boss?

After thinking about it carefully, Wu Tu realized that he didn't seem to feel particularly scared when he was with Winston.

He didn't care about Winston's inhuman appearance.

But he looks just like a human, how could he really be Winston's child?

Winston didn't look human at all. His eerie and mysterious aura, along with his human disguise, made Wu Tu lose her senses the moment she saw him.

The little guy was very disappointed. He dressed listlessly, his face scrunched up like a little bitter gourd.