Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 106 Fishing

Jiang Yun had her eyes half-closed, her breathing even, nestled in the stroller, looking just like a little dumpling sleeping soundly.

The Transformers were placed on the edge of the storage basket, ready to be taken away at any time.

A minute passed.

Two minutes.

five minutes.

There was no sound at all.

Jiang Yun almost fell asleep.

He maintained a feigned sleep posture, but his consciousness clung tightly to the resonance chain of "Mother and Child Connected," using Ling Jiu's outward spiritual sense to firmly envelop the space within a three-hundred-meter radius.

On a spiritual level, everything in the park was clearly visible—

Twelve meters to the left front, a couple is arguing.

Thirty meters to the right, an old man is practicing boxing;

On the grassy slope behind them, Jiang Ren was teasing Hao Jiajia with cookies.

Only the area within three meters of the stroller was completely clean and empty.

Three more minutes passed.

Then, a [Hidden Perception] suddenly jumped.

It wasn't a clear alarm, but rather a vague sense of unease.

The density of the air seemed to have shifted in a tiny, localized area, like someone throwing a sesame seed into still water, causing ripples so small they were almost nonexistent.

Jiang Yun felt a chill and immediately focused all her attention on her mother's spiritual channel.

The spiritual consciousness of the Hidden Spirit Realm unfolded.

This time, he finally caught it.

In the void, about half an arm's length to the right of the stroller, there was an extremely faint life fluctuation.

He wasn't sure how to define this state; it was more like the other person had shrunk into some kind of interlayer in space, only revealing a tiny trace when they reached out to touch the real world.

It's not just about being invisible; it's about being in an intermediate state where you occasionally reveal yourself, as if you don't exist at all.

If the other party were more skilled, they might not even be able to sense it with their spiritual sense.

But unfortunately, this guy clearly hasn't fully mastered this skill yet.

Like a toddler who has just learned to walk, taking unsteady, wobbly steps.

Not being proficient is enough.

In addition to outward abilities such as strength and control, Jiang Yun also developed a new ability during the dozens of days of information gathering: patience.

A few more minutes passed.

Finally, the fluctuation slowly emerged from the void, cautiously making its way towards the Transformers.

The speed was very slow, and the movements were very gentle.

But what the owner of that hand didn't know was that Jiang Chong hadn't actually fallen asleep at all.

He touched the Transformer's leg.

Just this once.

Jiang Yun made a move.

In his "sleep," his left hand, which was resting on the edge of the car canopy, suddenly flipped over, and with a snap of his fingers, precisely caught the thing that had reached out from the void.

[Power Control (Blue)] Fully activated.

The 40% improvement in output accuracy was fully demonstrated at this moment. The force was just right, not enough to hurt the opponent, but definitely not enough to break free.

Meanwhile, the [Osteogenesis (Green)] effect covers the palms and knuckles, with a fleeting bone-white sheen.

"!!!

'

The air suddenly distorted.

As he grabbed the thing, a soft, muscular arm materialized out of thin air, and the hand touching the Transformer had five short, round fingers, white and plump, with fingernails smaller than grains of rice.

Then, starting from the wrist, the chubby arm materialized piece by piece from the void, like a fish being pulled from the water: wrist, forearm, elbow, shoulder—

Then there was a whole round head.

"Thump!"

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A small body was forcibly pulled out of the void and landed on its bottom on the lawn next to the stroller.

Grass blades were scattered everywhere.

Lingjiu and Jiang Ren's mothers were also taken aback by this scene. Jiang Ren seemed not to have expected such an uninvited guest to appear.

Ling Jiu was slightly surprised, but not by this. What surprised her was that Jiang Yun was able to pull the little guy out of thin air.

However, neither mother made any other move.

Jiang Yun looked down at this "uninvited guest" from her elevated position.

A boy who looked almost two years old was sitting on the grass, wearing a faded blue onesie, with messy hair and half a blade of grass in his mouth.

He was rubbing his sore bottom, looking completely bewildered.

Those round eyes moved from the grass to the stroller, and then from the stroller to Jiang Yun's face, their pupils suddenly dilating.

The two babies look at each other.

The air was silent for a full three seconds.

The blade of grass fell from the boy's mouth. He pointed to the hand Jiang Yun had grabbed, then touched his wrist, his expression screaming—

How is that possible?

Jiang Yun tilted her head, slowly picked up the Transformer, and waved it in front of the other person.

Then take it back and put it on the other side of your body.

The meaning is clear: You want it? You can't get it.

The boy paused for two seconds, his lips trembled, as if he was hesitating whether to cry.

But the next second, the guy's little eyes darted around, and his figure was about to disappear again, but his arm was firmly grabbed by Jiang Chong.

"uh-huh."

Jiang Yun raised her chin, saying nothing, but the meaning was clear: let's see what other options you have.

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then took out the screaming duck from his back pocket—the one that had been stolen earlier—and obediently handed it over.

"Here, I'm giving it back to you."

Jiang Yun took the screaming duck and pinched it.

"Gah—!!"

"6

The boy was startled and shrank back, but Jiang Yun shook her head and handed the little duck back to him, along with the Transformer toy.

The boy was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes crinkled into crescents, and he grinned, revealing four small white teeth, looking rather silly.

He reached out and took the toy.

A settlement has been reached.

Children's friendships are that simple: if they want something and are willing to share, they're good friends.

Seeing this, Jiang Ren and Ling Jiu both laughed.

"I wonder where this child's parents are?" Jiang Ren said.

"Let's wait a bit," Ling Jiu nodded.

Jiang Yun let go of the children's hands and didn't move.

The boy sidled up to him, sat cross-legged next to the stroller, arranged the screaming duck and the Transformer side by side, stared longingly at the two toys, and then pointed at him.

"One, together."

Jiang Yun shook her head and picked up the tablet.

"No, you don't like it?"

The little boy's speech was not very clear yet, but a hint of disappointment was clearly visible in his eyes.

Jiang Yun shook her head: "You're playing. I'm tired of playing."

"Oh, I see," the little guy said, a look of realization dawning on his eyes. He smiled and continued playing with his Transformers.

Jiang Chong continued watching the tablet, while Hao Jiajia next to him chewed on a building block.

After a while, the little guy seemed to have gotten tired of playing with the Transformers and started playing with the Screaming Duck, "Quack!" "Quack!"

"Sister, look at them."

Jiang Ren, who was standing nearby, found the scene particularly amusing and watched the three children with Ling Jiu.

Jiang Chong, however, sensed something was amiss through the "mother-son connection"—his own mother felt a sense of surprise.

He shifted his gaze from the tablet to the boy's movements as he pinched the screaming duck. He was slightly taken aback; the boy had trained just like him, making the sound without deforming the duck.

"study."

The little boy pointed at Jiang Yun, then at himself.

The meaning is obvious: I learned it from you.

This is even more frightening. He was able to see the clues in Jiang Chong's gaming behavior and connect them with the ability to make him disappear completely. At only two years old, he has such abilities and understanding. He must be a genius.

Just then.

"Tang Xun—!!!"

A sharp female voice rang out from the osmanthus grove, so loud that even an old man taking a stroll in the distance turned around to look.