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"So, the original host was merely an innocent researcher engrossed in his work, and not well-versed in worldly affairs, yet he was unjustly killed by Meng Jiaqi?" After understanding the whole story, Ying Zhao frowned, feeling quite displeased.

It was absurd for Meng Jiaqi to place all the blame on Ying Zhou.

It was a game of so-called love between Lin Ze and Meng Jiaqi. Why was the most innocent one, Ying Zhou, the one who suffered, while the treacherous pair lived happily together?

Chapter 26: The Disabled Elder Brother of the Wealthy Male Lead (2)

Ying Zhao looked up, his face grim, and asked Xiao Bai, "So, Ying Zhou's wish is to seek revenge on Meng Jiaqi and Lin Ze, right?"

Xiao Bai, however, shook his head and replied, "No, host. Ying Zhou's last wish was to continue his research. He was working on the fusion of biology and mechanics, hoping to make machinery more compatible with human control, pioneering a new field."

Ying Zhao opened his mouth in surprise upon hearing Xiao Bai's words, realizing that Ying Zhou was truly single-minded, engrossed only in his research. Despite being so grievously wronged, he was still fixated on his own studies!

He pursed his lips, and for some reason, after hearing Ying Zhou's wishes, he felt an even greater sense of pity for him. Ying Zhao nodded resolutely, saying, "Rest assured, since I've taken on his identity, I will certainly help him fulfill this wish."

However, he quickly recalled that in the entire story, apart from the male lead Lin Ze and the main character Meng Jiaqi, there seemed to be no other prominent characters.

So, where exactly was the fragment of the Vermilion Bird's soul this time?

Ying Zhao closed his eyes and diligently searched through the original host's memories. In a tiny corner, he found that Ying Zhou had once heard in his early years that Lin Ze had a brother with bipolar disorder who was lame.

Lin Ze's brother was born with disabled legs and had an extremely violent temperament, which led their parents to despise him. Normally, he secluded himself in a room, avoiding contact with others.

However, it was said that he had passed away a long time ago, hence his presence in the story was scant. But Ying Zhao had a keen intuition that this brother with the physical disability was the embodiment of the Vermilion Bird's soul fragment in this small world.

After all, the Vermilion Bird was currently not whole, capable of attaching only to individuals with physical imperfections. However, it was shocking that this individual had bipolar disorder and had passed away at an early age.

Connecting this to the scenes he had witnessed in Wen Ren Ming's memories in his previous life, could it be that his lover would endure a tragic existence in this life as well?

With this thought, Ying Zhao grew increasingly anxious, hastily addressing Xiao Bai, "Xiao Bai, I am ready. Transport me to the next world right now!"

No sooner had Ying Zhao's voice fallen than he felt a sudden lightness in his body. Soon, the pain of bodily reconstruction struck again, yet this time it was significantly less intense than in the previous world.

Ying Zhao understood that this was because he had assimilated a considerable amount of energy in the cultivation world. Hence, with the accumulation of his and the system's energy, he would be able to adapt to new worlds more and more swiftly.

Upon opening his eyes again, he found himself in a grand and luxurious hall, seemingly the private residence of a prominent family.

The sound of people chatting and laughing drifted over from nearby. He blinked, realizing that he was half-reclined on a sofa, appearing to have just been in a deep sleep.

Turning his head to glance at the two couples chatting not far from him, Ying Zhao furrowed his brow, feeling that the scene didn't quite align with the narrative he had accessed from the story.

At that moment, an elegant woman dressed in a yellow dress who was engaged in the conversation turned her head. Seeing that Ying Zhao had awakened, she approached him with a smile and said softly, "Xiao Zhou, are you awake? If so, go and play with your brother Lin Ze."

Ying Zhao blinked, finally regaining full consciousness. However, upon noticing the reflection of a child's figure in the window glass, he hurriedly lowered his head.

He inspected his tiny palms and the evidently child-sized frame of his body, then urgently inquired of Xiao Bai in his mind space, "Xiao Bai, what's happening? Why am I a child now?"

Hearing Ying Zhao's words, Xiao Bai tremulously emerged, apologizing:

"I'm sorry, Host. There seems to have been a slight issue during the transmission! The system accidentally transported you to when Ying Zhou was six years old."

"What! I'm only six years old now?" Ying Zhao opened his mouth wide, not having anticipated such an error.

However, he quickly regained his composure, feeling that this could actually be a blessing in disguise - at least it meant he could meet his lover earlier, and perhaps even find a way to alleviate his suffering.

Hastily navigating through the original host's memories, Ying Zhao soon identified the woman in the yellow dress before him, with her kind face, as Ying Zhou's mother.

Accordingly, he adopted the original host's typical aloof expression, nodding politely at the woman and saying:

"Alright, Mother, I'll go and play with Brother Lin Ze now."

Having said that, Ying Zhao hopped down from the sofa, taking strides with his little legs, he headed towards Lin Ze who was squatting on the ground playing with a train toy.

Ying Zhou has been somewhat reticent since childhood, rarely showing a smile. His actions were always formal and ceremonial, emanating a mannered demeanor. However, he was blessed with delicate features, his skin significantly fairer than most.

This cherubic appearance, coupled with a pretense of maturity, often succeeded in amusing the adults into hearty laughter.

Although Lin Ze was a year older than Ying Zhou, he was only seven at the moment. Ying Zhao walked towards him, witnessing the little fellow holding a toy train and mimicking train sounds enthusiastically.

Unconsciously raising an eyebrow, he only hoped that when playing together later, the little fellow wouldn't wipe his runny nose on him.

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