Chapter 37: Having a Son
Slap!
Li Changlu still couldn’t escape Xiaoqing’s palm. It hurt—burned like fire...
Yet, after testing it, Li Changlu’s body remained paralyzed.
Damn, took the hit for nothing.
He’d hoped that if this were some kind of hallucination, maybe a slap would snap him out of it. But it was useless.
Key point: Am I stupid? Why can’t I just let her hit me? Why am I angry at her?
The three men stared intently at the screen of the Phone Monster, their eyes glued to the images of seductive women inside. This scene felt oddly familiar—wasn’t it just like how we always shout about not being slaves to our phones, while scrolling through news about the dangers of excessive screen time, only to soothe our nerves by watching short videos?
Can’t live without it.
Damn, never thought that even as a monster, I can’t escape the fate of being controlled by a phone.
Curse this damned slavery.
“Hey, Phone Monster Big Brother, can you change the picture? I’m sick of this one,” Li Changlu cautiously suggested to the Phone Monster standing before him.
The Phone Monster continued to smile at them, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. After all, it was a lifeless creature, incapable of conversation.
“What should we do?” Xiaoqing was at a loss. She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t under the Phone Monster’s control—was it because the screensaver was a woman?
“Actually... it’s not bad. No need to change it,” Blackwa, this foreign monster, had turned rotten. He eyed the screen with shifty eyes, thoroughly entertained by the beauty on the screensaver.
“No way, this one is obviously photoshopped. Real people are ugly.”
“I’m stone-hearted—I love this influencer look, heh heh.”
“I want to see the next one so badly. Can’t wait, so excited...”
But as soon as he said this, the Phone Monster’s screensaver actually switched.
A spinning white image appeared.
Loading...
The three monsters sighed, utterly disappointed.
“That’s enough,” Xiaoqing found this scene unbearable. She raised her hand and chopped at the Phone Monster, hoping to knock it out.
But the Phone Monster was completely unaffected, not budging an inch.
The spinning screensaver quickly changed again.
A short video popped up, apparently from a certain video app.
“Don’t laugh...”
“Your smile is so beautiful, like...”
“What are you so proud of...”
On the Phone Monster’s screensaver, short videos flashed by like a carousel, accompanied by voices laughing so harshly they echoed through the ancient tomb.
Anyone unaware of the truth might think there was a zombie welcome party going on in the tomb.
Disturbingly eerie.
Xiaoqing suddenly had an idea. She walked over to Li Changlu, hoisted him easily onto her shoulder, then circled behind the phone, trying to keep Li Changlu away from the screen.
“Don’t mess around, I can still watch ten more,” Li Changlu struggled on Xiaoqing’s back. Once she put him down, he rushed right back to the phone’s screen, as if possessed, continuing to stare at the short videos.
Xiaoqing angrily kicked Li Changlu, then folded her arms and turned away in frustration.
She looked exactly like a girlfriend cleaning the house, watching her boyfriend play games—pitiful and infuriated by his lack of ambition.
But angry as she was, Xiaoqing knew that only breaking the phone would solve the problem.
She summoned all her strength and punched the Phone Monster’s screen with force that could send a car flying. Yet, the screen remained untouched.
“You...”
“What kind of screen protector is that?”
“Ugh!” Xiaoqing was stunned, utterly helpless. She became so anxious she burst into tears.
She was sad, aggrieved, and powerless.
And she vented all her frustration and sorrow on Li Changlu.
She bit down hard on his arm, gnashing her teeth in anger.
Li Changlu, meanwhile, kept watching the Phone Monster’s videos, laughing so hard he nearly cried...
Perhaps Xiaoqing’s attack was so fierce that the short videos inside the phone suddenly stopped, frozen in place.
Delighted, Xiaoqing wondered if her attack had worked.
She tried knocking on the Phone Monster’s head repeatedly, hoping to knock it out.
“Du-du-du~ du-du~”
“Du-du-du~ du-du~”
...
A tense, stimulating music filled the tomb.
On the screen, a cute woman appeared, blowing kisses and performing all sorts of coquettish tricks in sync with the music—playing cute, flaunting, flirting...
The screen was filled with foreign characters.
If, before, Li Changlu and his companions reluctantly watched the Phone Monster’s short videos, with some resistance and desire to break free,
Then now, Xiaoqing could clearly sense they had utterly surrendered, eyes glued to the screen.
Their faces lecherous.
Ah, men—one and the same.
Xiaoqing shook her head, clenched her fists, and continued pounding the Phone Monster’s head...
She didn’t realize that the three trapped before the screen were fiercely condemning and dissatisfied with her reckless actions...
Each time Xiaoqing struck the Phone Monster’s head, the speed of the video slowed, as if movies on a phone were being played at reduced speed.
0.75X
0.5X
...
Slower and slower...
Xiaoqing was overjoyed—it seemed her attacks really worked.
But she didn’t know that in fact...
This was the most terrifying thing.
Especially for seasoned homebodies...
A movie that can’t be sped up or fast-forwarded—how horrifying is that!
Clearly, the three standing before the Phone Monster understood.
Xiaoqing happily kept pounding the Phone Monster; the videos not only slowed further, but began to stutter.
The three viewers’ faces turned pale, stricken with agony.
Heartbreaking.
“Have a son.”
“All of you give me a son.”
...
At that moment, as the phone played a foreign video, it suddenly sputtered—a call came through.
Immediately, the Phone Monster seemed to be under a spell, writhing in pain...
Rolling...
Tumbling...
Hands and feet flailing in agony.
Strange noises poured from the phone...
“Have a son!”
“All of you give me a son!!!”
“Eh, we... defeated it,” Xiaoqing was astonished; just like that, it was defeated?
It was as if she was playing a battle game, her teammates wiped out, their crystal about to fall, enemy heroes crowding the base, ready to dominate.
Then...
Her own minions smashed the enemy’s crystal?
The whole field stunned—should she report the minions for being too violent?
Happiness came so suddenly. Xiaoqing, exhausted, gasped for breath, still in disbelief.
“To defeat yourself, you need one of your own—how true that is,” Li Changlu said, holding his phone and gazing at the panting Xiaoqing.
Hmm, very voluptuous.