After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus

"The supervisors from headquarters are disgusting. The work is already troublesome enough, and now they're adding KPIs. They're determined to make our lives miserable," a fat man cursed.

"If there's money to be made, it's the company's interest; if something goes wrong, we're the ones who have to take the blame. Sigh!"

"Sigh, never mind. Scarface, have you sorted out your daughter's schooling situation yet?"

Scarface's expression changed several times, and he remained silent for a while before saying, "Without a house in a good school district, I can't get in. I'm trying to save up money to pull some strings."

"Scarface, a regular school would be fine. Why insist on getting your daughter into the top high school? You're not capable enough, so why are you forcing your daughter to do this?"

“My daughter is good at studying, you wouldn’t understand.”

What books should autistic children read?

“She can read,” the scarred man repeated, his tone hardening.

The colleagues unanimously changed the subject; several grown men drinking from the same bottle of wine looked somewhat comical.

But the liquor brewed by Hongchen was quite potent, and the bartender, not knowing his own strength, caused several men to become somewhat drunk.

"Scarface, why did you kick me back then? Did you ruin your college education for some monster and now you're hanging out with a bunch of uncultured guys like us? What was the point?"

“A monster’s life is a life too,” Scarface said.

"Fate... even monsters are selling themselves, what a worthless life! Haha, you know what, monsters can't get pregnant, they're really suited for this line of work."

"Hahaha! Has anyone ever tried to fight a monster? Aren't you afraid of dying?!"

The scarred man fell silent, his fists clenched tightly.

Zhang Chen ordered a drink by himself and listened to the conversation of the others, which gave him a basic understanding of the company's lower-level employees.

At the same time, he was also observing the scarred man's reaction.

Soon, after several rounds of drinks...

"Let's go! Hey! Scarface, pay the bill! You drank the most! Next time it's my treat!"

The men walked away arm in arm. The scarred man tried to call out to his colleagues, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Damn it, I've invited him several times already."

Suddenly, a mouse dressed in a little suit jumped onto the bar and reached out to him for money.

The scarred man looked grim.

At this moment, Zhang Chen, who had been quiet for a long time, took out a small bag of bread and handed it to the rat demon.

The scarred man was taken aback. "Why are you giving it bread? It wants money..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the little mouse excitedly ran into the group of mice, carrying the bread to show off.

"Squeak!"

"You can do that?"

The scarred man looked at Zhang Chen with a strange expression, stared for a while, then slapped his forehead and said, "Hey, look at my memory, I brought you here for drinks, but I forgot about you."

"It's nothing." Zhang Chen waved his hand. "Uncle, what's your opinion on monsters?"

“They’re all life.” The scarred man shrugged. “What’s the difference between a transformed demon and a human? To tell you the truth, my ancestor was involved with a bull demon.”

"Because I have the blood of a demon, I am stronger than ordinary people. Otherwise, I would have died under that knife more than ten years ago."

"I don't know anything about the history of monsters, and the company doesn't have any of these materials now; they've all been destroyed. But I've been working on the front lines for so many years, and I've never seen many vicious monsters."

"Even if they break the law, most of them are forced or tricked. Heh, when it comes to cunning, how can monsters outwit humans?"

"The female demon who came out to work as a prostitute more than ten years ago... I only know that she was very scared at the time, so she took action. In the end, I don't regret it."

"Even the worst demons these days don't eat people. The old fox demon at the matchmaking agency can only blow people to the beach at most."

"But people really do eat each other."

The truth.

Zhang Chen's "dog sniff" detected the sincerity in the other person's emotions.

This also confirms that people or demons who carry pollen from the Bitter Love Tree are not necessarily bad people.

Hmm...would you consider it a selection carefully chosen by our ancestors?

"Hey, speaking of monsters, little brother, don't think I'm bragging. My ancestor's bull demon even served as a mount for an immortal!"

"I don't know what kind of immortal they are, but they're definitely incredibly powerful. Think about it, I can't even find any information about them at the company, so they must be absolutely amazing! Top secret information!"

"I heard that someone in the capital recently got their hands on a book, which is supposedly a relic of an immortal. I really want to go and see it sometime!"

"Uncle, have you thought about changing jobs?" Zhang Chen poured him some more wine.

"Change jobs? I've been to jail, where can I go? Sigh, and once I'm in a company, I can't get out! I don't want to be hypnotized."

"How about working at this clubhouse? The pay will definitely be more than at a company."

"I'd love to come, I could drink every day," the scarred man said with a smile. "Young man, I'll treat you to drinks tomorrow. It's about time, I need to rest for half a day before I have to meet my KPIs."

Before leaving, the scarred man patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "If you still have a way out, leave the company as soon as possible!"

Zhang Chen smiled and nodded as she looked at the pollen that appeared and disappeared on his body.

There shouldn't be any problems.

...

At night, Scarface dragged his weary body along. He had forgotten what his real name was. He got used to hearing others call him Scarface, even his wife did.

After a long day at work with no money and being scolded by the boss, I came home to find my child's math homework book with the words 8+8=14 written on it.

He took a deep breath.

During dinner, his parents told him that a bottle of health supplements only cost a little over 500 yuan, and if he bought six bottles, he would get one free.

He took a deep breath.

While going to bed, his wife asked him, "If you and his mother fell into the river at the same time, who would you save?"

He almost couldn't catch his breath.

Late at night, he went to the balcony to smoke. He only had one crumpled cigarette in his pocket, but when he tried to light it, he found that his lighter had been taken by his colleague.

He went to check if his daughter was asleep and saw that she, who had mild autism, was actually staying up late reading a book...

He quickly went up to his daughter and asked her what book it was.

His daughter happily shared with him that she was reading a book about immortals and that she didn't stutter as much as she usually does.

Surprised and delighted, Scarface patiently watched the video with his daughter.

The book is called "The Tale of Words and Dust". There are some characters that his daughter doesn't know, so Scar reads them to her.

He saw a light in his daughter's eyes.

His daughter called him "Dad," and Scarface suddenly remembered that besides being called Scarface, he could also be called "Father."

My daughter asked, "Daddy, can I become a god like the ones in the books?"

He was speechless for a moment. Not to mention immortals, being able to become the old ox that the immortals ride in the book would be quite good.

After coaxing his daughter to sleep, he went to the balcony alone and read the book again. The book was indeed very good and had a magical attraction.

As he looked around, Scar noticed something was amiss.

The old ox, bamboo forest, and village in the book made him suddenly realize something.

He rummaged through the living room and found the family genealogy, which recorded the legends of their ancestors... Although no one believed it anymore, Scarface knew of the existence of monsters...

After several comparisons, the descriptions of that immortal were remarkably similar.

Scarface froze, bewildered in the wind, knowing that this could not possibly be a coincidence.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, a mouse dressed in a suit climbed onto his balcony.

He realized that this was a rat demon from the guild hall, so he lowered his guard.

The rat demon handed him a bag of small bread rolls. He took a bite, and the aches and pains all over his body suddenly disappeared, and his fatigue vanished.

Scarface then realized why the rat demon had been so excited about the bread at noon.

The rat demon stared intently at him, as if waiting for his reply.

Scarface swallowed hard, a thunderclap seemed to explode in his mind, a buzzing sound filled his head... He was so shocked that his hands trembled.

His ancestor had cultivated rice for the immortals for several years before being given a straw by the immortals and becoming a spirit, thus escaping the life of an animal.

Scarface glanced back at his daughter's room.

And today, he is the same.

...

"Zhang Chen, how did you get all this pollen?"

"It floated here by itself."

The aloof girl sat on a swing made of bitter love tree vines, and Zhang Chen pushed her from behind. Having slept for two days, he was not sleepy at all, even though it was late at night.

Tu Shan Han Su pouted, "You'd better not let me know what you're up to behind my back again."

"Was it you who wrote that book in the capital? When did you get in touch with Quai?"

"I don't know." Zhang Chen was still at a loss for words.

"Heh." Tu Shan Han Su sneered, "Where have you been these past two days?"

"Susu, stop asking. I have something to ask you. Is there something hidden in our refrigerator?"

“...That’s a backup.” Tu Shan Han Su’s expression was slightly unnatural. “In case you die in the future, I can use those in the refrigerator to breed foxes.”

"Are you sure?"

"...Some of them are almost expired, I can't just waste them, can I?" Miss Fox argued. "If you think it's unfair, why don't you do the same?"

"Never mind, I don't have that kind of taste."

"What? You don't like my body odor?" Miss Fox turned around and glared at him.

The fox fry still smells delicious.