Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Above the ground, there were luminous, blocky objects that emitted a constant buzzing vibration.

Samuel stepped forward to pick it up, tilting his head as he looked at the messages popping up.

He had seen Yangyang use this thing, but he didn't understand what it was.

Humans have too many languages. Although elves and humans can communicate normally, their languages ​​are not interchangeable, and Samuel cannot understand what is written on them.

He saw his own picture on it and stubbornly believed that if he smashed the thing, everything inside would disappear.

Just as he was about to fall, a warm and firm hand gripped his wrist.

And she snatched the phone from his hand.

"Samuel." A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Although her voice wasn't loud, it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet space.

Samuel was jolted, as if struck by the sound.

He slowly turned his head to look.

Standing with his back to the moon, what shines even brighter than the moonlight is his lover's tense face.

Her gaze fell on his cheek, on the trace of blood that hadn't been wiped away, and on his brows a deep weariness and melancholy.

The bloody scene was witnessed by her lover, like stepping into an ice cave.

Samuel felt a sudden sense of unease; he had never felt anything was so difficult.

"Yangyang..." He stared helplessly at his lover with his dark eyes, grabbed her sleeve and shook it gently, trying to get her to stand on his side by acting cute and weak.

"I didn't kill him maliciously. Installing the bathtub was just an excuse. This human's mind isn't as simple as it seems."

He wanted to explain.

But how could he explain it to her?

She claimed that she heard the man's innermost thoughts, knew his motives were evil, and therefore came to kill him.

Yangyang had just given him a serious warning: he was not allowed to kill anyone in the human world.

But his lover just pursed her lips until they turned white, her eyes fixed on the small square.

After a while, he watched her fingers slide across the surface, tap a few times, then calmly wiped away the fingerprints, threw it into the toilet, and flushed it away.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of this, everything will be alright." She wiped the bloodstains from his face and stroked his back from top to bottom repeatedly, even though her own voice was trembling.

Samuel paused, startled. "You're willing to believe me?"

"I told you, I'll believe you no matter what you do."

Her response was so natural, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, something anyone would do.

"..."

Samuel looked at her, a pang of sorrow rising in his heart.

Her trust was like an invisible dagger, gently cutting open the softest corner of his heart, allowing him to feel that heavy emotion.

*

In fact, Xia Yangyang had barely finished washing the vegetables when she vaguely realized that something was strange about the situation.

She entered the house at 9:30 pm.

When I met Samuel, he was covered in a light sweat.

This shows that Samuel originally intended to commit murder, but upon hearing her return, he had no choice but to tie her up and hide her in the bathroom.

In other words, the conflict occurred shortly before she returned home, roughly around 9 PM.

The biggest problem is, what kind of installation worker would come at 9 pm?

Don't the workers ever leave work?

The more I think about it, the stranger it seems.

So she immediately called the store where she ordered the bathtub, only to be told that the store had not sent anyone to her home.

That worker was lying from beginning to end.

Samuel was the same.

He must have been trying to fool her for some reason he couldn't explain to her, so he decided to get away with it first and then secretly get rid of that person.

As these thoughts raced through her mind, she couldn't help but breathe rapidly and ran unsteadily upstairs.

Sure enough, when they broke open the bathroom door, all they found inside was a showerhead running continuously.

The windows were wide open, and the room was empty.

There was never a wilder pregnant man than Samuel…

Xia Yangyang felt that her precious child would eventually be handed over to him.

For the first time, a dark thought arose: to tie this wandering fellow up at home, just like in taboo novels, until the child was safely born.

*

Xia Yangyang cleaned all the bloodstains, and covered the bloodstains on the wall with paintings because they couldn't be washed off.

They found another burlap sack, stuffed the man, who was in a miserable state, into it, kicked him twice, carried him to a remote, desolate mountain, dug a large pit, and buried him there.

Because of the thrilling adrenaline rush, the whole thing was done in less than two hours.

Xia Yangyang threw the shovel into the grass at the foot of the mountain and tamped the soil down with her feet.

The weather in June was already starting to feel hot. After finishing all this work, I was covered in sweat, but standing next to Samuel felt as cool as stepping into an air-conditioned room.

"We'll go back to the Elven realm tonight. Nothing is more important than you and the child," Xia Yangyang said resolutely.

She undergoes radiation therapy once a month, so she can find an excuse to sneak out.

But the fact that someone has died is unlikely to be kept secret from the police for long.

Most importantly, Samuel is like a walking headline, with countless lewd perverts lurking in the shadows watching him, and that villa is no longer safe.

Xia Yangyang thought Samuel would be very happy.

But he seemed a little indifferent, even hesitant, before choosing to refuse.

"Not tonight."

Xia Yangyang: "?"

"I still have to go to a place to bring some elves back with me."

*

Sequoia Animal Park.

Underground breeding base.

Xia Yangyang used pliers to pry open one iron cage after another, her palms blistered and bleeding.

The ground, walls, and cages were all covered with thick ice. Several armed elf traders were frozen into grotesque ice sculptures on the ground.

The caged sprites, both male and female, are all there. The beautiful ones wear electric collars around their necks, while the less attractive ones are covered in wounds. But their purpose is to satisfy some perverted and unusual desires.

Most of these elves had their wings clipped off.

Because the wounds on his body were not treated, they became smelly and rotten.

Pairs of eyes, huddled in the darkness, stared at her, filled with wariness and vigilance, but upon seeing the elf behind her, a glimmer of light immediately ignited within them.

After rescuing all the elves, Xia Yangyang roughly counted them; there were forty or fifty.

We need to steal a fairly large truck.

After emerging from underground, Xia Yangyang carried a hammer on her shoulder and hid in the bushes, looking outwards.

A truck carrying feed has finished unloading, and the driver is negotiating with the staff.

Samuel spotted her immediately and squatted down next to her: "Why aren't you getting on? What are you waiting for?"

Xia Yangyang put her index finger to her lips, gesturing for silence: "I'm making a plan."

"The people here don't have guns. I'll go up and knock the one on the left unconscious first, then you go around to the back and knock the driver on the right unconscious. The key is definitely hidden there... Hey! What are you doing? Come back!"

Two loud "bang" sounds rang out as heavy punches pierced flesh.

When Xia Yangyang went outside to look, her jaw dropped to the ground.

Samuel had already taken the keys out of the driver's pocket and put one foot on the passenger side footrest.

The elves swarmed in and hid in the large cargo compartment at the back of the truck.

Samuel nodded his chin toward the driver's seat and smiled slightly: "I like to improvise."

Xia Yangyang: "..."

The truck drove off with a load of elves on its back.

The next day, it was Sequoia Animal Park that called the police themselves.

The police arrived, fully armed, and entered the underground facility, which had frozen into a crystal palace, and found a stack of people tied together with hemp rope.

They were frozen and their bodies were covered in graffiti that read "human traffickers."

On the other side was a small mountain of long and short guns.

The lead officer calmly made a phone call: "Bring more people and vehicles. I've arrested a criminal gang... human trafficking, gun trafficking... Yes, second-class merit."