Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Although the young couple lived together, they each had their own room.

Thanks to the original owner's conservatism, she was spared from sleeping with Mr. Parasite at night.

But Xia Yangyang has been having nightmares for the past few nights.

In her dream, there were complex, pulsating tumors, like a neural network, which seemed to be crowding into her brain, wantonly invading and occupying it.

It gave her a splitting headache.

At this moment, a cold hand would always stroke her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

The owner of the hand seemed puzzled as to why, after so many days, the skin he had carefully repaired had not only failed to be repaired but had become even more worn out.

Xia Yangyang woke up from a nightmare, pressing her heaving chest with both hands as she sat on the edge of the bed.

The moonlight outside the window shone on her trembling, chapped lips and her sweat-dampened long hair.

The bedroom door, which had been clearly locked before I went to bed, was now pushed open a crack, and the room was empty.

Xia Yangyang: [Am I out of danger?]

The system glanced at the environmental hazard detection data and presented it to her: [No, in fact... it's even more dangerous.]

When I first transmigrated, my danger level was 50%, but now it has soared to 90%.

Summer temperatures are high, causing corpses to decompose quickly.

Even with the strong scent of pine and cypress, she could still detect a faint stench of decay when she dined with Qin Zhinan.

It looked like an egg that had been rotten for who knows how many days, with maggots crawling on it.

It seems Qin Zhinan is already eager to possess her.

Xia Yangyang walked barefoot to the bathroom. In the night, the kitchen echoed with the heavy sound of a cleaver being chopped on the cutting board. She caught a glimpse of the shadow on the floor, elongated by the moonlight, as if the cleaver was being held in the air.

Despite having witnessed too many of his terrifying and bizarre behaviors over the past few days, she still felt an uncontrollable chill run down her spine.

She pretended to have just woken up and muttered, "What delicious food are you making? You didn't even turn on the light. What if you cut your hand?"

While the other person paused, she staggered into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water filled the air, and in the misty mirror, two dark circles under the eyes and a bruised, purple neck were reflected.

Xia Yangyang's black hair clung to her scalp and smooth back. Her body was perfect in both appearance and figure, making her very attractive to some strange parasitic species.

She numbly grabbed a bath towel and rubbed it back and forth on her neck, making the bruises look even worse.

Qin Zhinan will kill her first, and then invade and parasitize her.

But he also seems to be an extremely picky parasite, favoring perfect appearances, just like the one he is currently parasitizing.

If she died, he would never be able to erase the scars on her neck, so he was willing to wait two more days.

But what if he loses patience and decides to just make do?

Xia Yangyang took a deep breath and stared at herself in the mirror, and her reflection looked back at her.

A firm resolve became deep and clear between their eyes.

We absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die any longer.

*

Mr. Parasite has been staring menacingly at a certain floor of Building 10 lately.

He sat downstairs for the entire day.

Neighbors recognized him and tried to persuade him, but he wouldn't budge. So they called Xia Yangyang and said that in this hot weather, a grown man could easily get heatstroke if he didn't eat or drink.

"Thank you for your help, I'll be right down." Mr. Parasite heard his lover's voice on the phone.

A moment later, his lover came into view.

She appeared downstairs and walked towards him.

He took very good care of her skin, making it moist and smooth, except for a small blemish on her neck that she had to cover with a scarf.

Qin Zhinan's dark eyes locked onto her the moment she appeared, like he was catching his prey, and he stood up from the bench.

However, when his gaze swept over the other snow-white hand she was holding, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he looked back to see a hypocritical, smiling face belonging to the same kind.

The naked physical contact between them clearly indicated that they had already taken this beautiful, delicate body as their own, their eyes and hearts filled with satisfaction and liking.

His aura darkened, and his gaze shifted to his lover before him.

She seemed to be having a lot of fun, her eyes were bright and sparkling, the blood seemed to be flowing under her fair neck, and her whole being was radiating a vibrant and fresh vitality.

His true form was screaming wildly—

Go and invade!

Go parasitize!

"Aren't you going to work?"

He took her hand; her palm was warm too. It was wonderful; lovers at that moment must have tasted absolutely delicious.

Qin Zhinan's expression darkened.

He wasn't going to wait any longer; tonight, he was going to possess her.

The lover's eyes curved into crescent moons: "Today is Sunday. The company is closed on Sundays, so we don't have to work."

Qin Zhinan grabbed her hand and tried to leave, but a resistance stopped him in his tracks.

He looked back.

It wasn't just that her lover didn't want to leave; the biggest obstacle came from someone of her kind who coveted her.

They were each holding one of her hands.

According to the unspoken rules of their species, once a host is mentally marked by a parasite, other parasites will keep their distance and avoid it.

This is not only to prevent internal conflicts, but also to prevent new and old hosts from being torn apart in the struggle.

This is a huge disaster for parasitic species that cannot find a new host in time.

Because without a host, they cannot survive more than ten minutes when exposed to air.

Only thugs would steal the host marked by another parasite.

It seems that Mr. Parasite is currently in a situation where he has encountered such a rogue.

There are generally two recognized ways to handle this situation.

The first method is to see which host chooses, and the second method is a battle of strength, where whoever survives becomes the new host.

Qin Zhinan said expressionlessly, "You didn't go today, not only yesterday and the day before, but you haven't been to work for many days. You need food at home."

The lover smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've been working like a slave for three years. The money in our savings account won't starve us."

"..."

Once again, he was venturing into a field he didn't understand, which caused his neurons to become confused.

But this time, instead of remaining silent or nodding, he chose the phrase that always hit the mark—

"I love you." He gazed at her and said softly, "It's getting dark, come home with me."

After saying that, he tried to pull her away again.

In the past, whenever he said this, she would always obey him.

But this time, that hand, as smooth as fish meat, slipped out of his palm.

She playfully nudged his shoulder: "Ugh, there are people watching!"

This means...refusal.

Qin Zhinan looked at his empty hands, his dark eyes seemingly blending into the night.

A strange, chilly wind blew up from the sweltering heat.

Xia Yangyang suddenly started to have a headache. Her mind kept flashing back to the pulsating, fleshy pink tumor globules that were interconnected by nerves.

Xia Yangyang: [System, quick, block out pain.]

The system, seeing the environmental danger level spike to 99%, felt a pang of worry for its host: [Alright.]

Xia Yangyang swayed slightly before flashing a warm smile again as she stood next to the baby-faced girl:

"Zhi Nan, let me introduce you. This is my new friend, Ms. Tian!"

"..." Qin Zhinan stared at his lover, tilted his head, and for the first time, his handsome face showed a look of confusion.

Xia Yangyang then enthusiastically introduced Qin Zhinan: "Miss Tian, ​​this is my boyfriend, Qin Zhinan, whom I've been telling you about."

"Hello, Mr. Qin." Miss Tian smiled and extended her hand.

Qin Zhinan had his hands in his coat pockets, staring straight at his lover.

This was seen as rude and vulgar behavior by her lover, so she quickly tried to smooth things over and defuse the awkward situation: "Miss Tian is very capable; she can rotate her neck 180 degrees!"

She only realized after she said it that what she said was no different from asking someone to perform a circus act, and immediately apologized.

Ms. Tian was extremely kind and didn't mind at all; in fact, she even gave a performance on the spot.

The old man who had been watching the area from the sidelines was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

Qin Zhinan wasn't interested in his kind who could turn their necks. He glanced at the silver watch and remained expressionless: "It's getting dark, Xia Yangyang."

He rarely called her by her full name.

But usually, as long as he calls her by her full name, she will snuggle into his arms like a startled little rabbit.

However, being startled would cause the host's internal organs to contract, thus worsening the taste, so he rarely did that.

Before Xia Yangyang could speak, Miss Tian uttered a string of fluent human words: "Don't leave now that it's dark. There's no one home at my house anyway. I'll cook a meal, and we can all eat together tonight."

This stands in stark contrast to Qin Zhinan's limited understanding.

Xia Yangyang: "Really? You can cook! That's amazing! We won't stand on ceremony then~"

Miss Tian pulled her new host into her arms and looked defiantly at her fellow human opposite her: "Don't be shy."