{"id":3226,"date":"2026-05-10T00:36:10","date_gmt":"2026-05-10T00:36:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-38\/"},"modified":"2026-05-10T00:36:18","modified_gmt":"2026-05-10T00:36:18","slug":"hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-38","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/de\/chapter\/hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-38\/","title":{"rendered":"He’s Pregnant in a Supernatural Game 38"},"content":{"rendered":"

While Yang Jiang ate breakfast he was predicting all the possible situations that might arise. Before he even started, he had himself spooked. His deskmate Yi Xinming was doing somewhat better; his face still hurt, but he\u2019d applied some hemostatic medicine and it seemed to be very effective. After a night had passed, Yi Xinming had no real problem speaking, though he kept silent whenever he could.

He stayed quiet, but Yi Xinming\u2019s hands still worked. Yang Jiang chattered incessantly at his side, driving a headache into Yi Xinming. With a raised hand he gave Yang Jiang a sharp smack on the head. Yang Jiang yelped in pain and turned to ask why Yi Xinming had suddenly hit him, only to meet a look of utter disdain. That look clearly said, \u201cIf I\u2019d known you talked this much, I wouldn\u2019t have saved you yesterday.\u201d

Panic rose in Yang Jiang\u2019s chest. Seeing the expressions of the others at the desk, it was obvious nobody wanted to bother with him. Realizing he\u2019d annoyed everyone, Yang Jiang hurriedly apologized to Yi Xinming.

“…I was just worried something might happen.” Yang Jiang’s explanation was almost as good as saying nothing.

Yi Xinming turned away, ignoring Yang Jiang’s pitiful expression. His face hurt, so he had eaten porridge for breakfast\u2014no need to chew too much with his teeth.

The inn wasn’t far from the seaside; walking there would take only about twenty minutes. But after eating, the players didn’t walk\u2014if there was transport, nobody wanted to walk. Besides, no one knew what surprises might come next; it’s better not to waste physical energy if you can avoid it.

This outing was different from yesterday. Unexpectedly, the six people with Qiao Ran didn’t drive; instead, they got on the coach together with Qi Yang and the others.

The other players looked rather pale. Those six had been anything but polite before\u2014they\u2019d simply driven off with the cars. If it hadn\u2019t been for Yi Xinming\u2019s sharp eyes spotting a coach in time, they might have failed the checkpoint yesterday. Now the six of them were on the coach, and some players immediately grew nervous, fearing the six would seize the coach and force them off it.

Although they outnumbered them, their combat abilities weren’t strong, so the players watched the six very warily and kept their guard up.

Sensing the cautious stares from the others, Qiao Ran\u2019s slanting phoenix eyes curved into a bright smile, and he quickly offered an explanation: \u201cThose cars didn\u2019t have much fuel left, so we figured we\u2019d conserve a bit. Of course, if the coach ever runs out of fuel, we can spare you three of our five cars.\u201d

Although Qiao Ran said this so generously, few people trusted him.

But since Qiao Ran and the others were not easy to mess with, none of the players wanted to be the one to stick their necks out. Glancing again at Qi Yang and the others,

Although the other players hadn’t spent much time with them, they could get a rough sense: Qi Yang and his group were pretty go-with-the-flow, or rather, indifferent unless it concerned them directly.

Seeing no one object, Qiao Ran walked to the back of the car. Qi Yang sat in the very last row, which had a wide bench; currently only Qi Yang and Nan Sheng were occupying it. Qi Yang took the inner window seat, while Nan Sheng sat on the outer side.

Qiao Ran stared at the two of them for a few seconds, then, under Nan Sheng’s cool, expressionless gaze, still didn’t go up. He took a seat in the front row, with Yi Xinming sitting across the aisle to his left. Qiao Ran turned and their slightly dimmed eyes met; Qiao Ran offered a friendly smile, while Yi Xinming furrowed his brow.

Qi Yang hardly paid any attention to the six of them the whole time. At first he had expected them to be more arrogant, but from the start of the game until now they seemed to be acting fairly normally\u2014at least he hadn’t seen anyone among them take the initiative to harm anyone else.

Qi Yang pressed his lips together. He was more interested in the game’s levels than in those players; as long as they didn’t provoke him, it didn’t matter whether Qiao Ran and the others were acting or doing something else.

The bus started moving, and in less than ten minutes it had reached the shoreline\u2014there was no pier, just the coast.

There was grass growing on the shore, and there were hardly any signs of passersby.

“A yacht!” a player pressed against the glass, looking excitedly toward the distant seaside.

When the others heard his shout they all turned to look; indeed, on the rolling sea were two yachts anchored.

There happened to be exactly ten of them left here; several had been downed yesterday, and the ten could split into two groups of five to take the yachts out to sea.

“I thought we’d have to find a yacht when we got to the seaside, but I didn’t expect there to be one already.” Yang Jiang said, feeling relieved.

“Don’t get too happy too soon,” Zhong Chong said, picking up Yang Jiang’s remark.

Yang Jiang turned and met Zhong Chong’s faintly contemptuous smile. He clenched his fingers, thinking that he definitely wouldn’t let this man sit on the same boat with them later.

The people from the car got out one after another. They walked along the coast and soon arrived at the place where the yacht was moored.

Everyone stood on the shore. Although they had found a seaworthy craft, no one immediately boarded. The boat had appeared without any difficulty; its ease was so extreme that it hinted at something strange.

“By the way, who here knows how to operate a yacht?” Qiao Ran’s gaze swept over the players, and when they heard his question, their expressions all changed in an instant.

They seem to have overlooked the most important question: there’s a yacht, but who will pilot it.

“You think who else? Don’t tell me you can drive it?” Yang Jiang occasionally

had the knack for catching the key point in someone else’s words in an instant.

“Yes, I will.” Qiao Ran smiled softly.

“I don’t know how. What about you, Yi ge (Brother Yi) and the rest?” Yang Jiang turned to look at Yi Xinming and Qi Yang and the others.

The responses were all shakes of the head. He then looked at the other players; their expressions were basically the same\u2014no one seemed to know how to pilot a yacht.

Qi Yang glanced sideways at Nan Sheng for a moment; he just had this feeling that Nan Sheng could open up anything.

Nan Sheng of course could drive one. As an OSS in the game, piloting a yacht was something he learned a century ago. He hid the fact that he could drive here because, in his view, if he went to steer the yacht he wouldn’t be able to stay by Qi Yang’s side and protect him at all times. Qi Yang was a pregnant husband, and as the father of the child in Qi Yang’s belly, Nan Sheng felt he had the responsibility and obligation to protect Qi Yang first and foremost.

So the small matter of captaining the yacht would be left to someone else.

Qiao Ran noticed Qi Yang staring at Nan Sheng; there seemed to be a special atmosphere between the two, a kind of aura that rejected any other thing or person from coming close. For some reason, Qiao Ran suddenly felt a little envious.

As for exactly what he was envying, he couldn’t tell at the moment.

“Then it looks like this is the only way. I’ll drive \u2014 I’ll drop a few of you off first, then come back to pick up the others.” Qiao Ran rarely took the initiative to help people so amicably; most of the time he sat aside and watched the show. This game was different from those he had encountered before, with many aspects he found interesting, and he was happy to show a bit of kindness now and then.

“Send a few? Which ones to send?” Yang Jiang’s tone sounded icy. If Qiao Ran took his five companions off on that boat and didn’t come back to pick them up, how would they cross the sea to the island to open it?

But no sooner had he asked the question than Yang Jiang’s eyes flickered\u2014how had he suddenly forgotten that the others had no reason to bring them along? If they left first, there would be nothing he could do about it.

Qiao Ran squinted at Yang Jiang. This kind of personality was rather amusing \u2014 what was it that gave Yang Jiang so much confidence, confidence enough to boss him around?

A smile curved Qiao Ran’s mouth, but the mirth in his eyes gradually turned cold.

“This method works, but it’ll trouble you.” Qi Yang suddenly spoke, looking toward Qiao Ran from a few meters away.

Qiao Ran’s mood instantly brightened\u2014talking with someone pleasing to the eye simply made him happy.

“You send them across first; I’ll come after.” Qi Yang told Qiao Ran to ferry a group of people over first.

Qiao Ran smiled and nodded. “Alright. As for choosing people, I’ll let you decide that too, That’s fair, right?” Qiao Ran asked Qi Yang, as if handing the decision over to him, completely ignoring everyone else’s views and opinions.

All eyes focused on Qi Yang’s face. Someone edged a bit closer to him, hoping to be seen and thereby be placed on the first boat.

Qi Yang’s expression darkened for a few seconds, then he began dividing the groups. He separated the other five members of Qiao Ran’s team\u2014three of them were assigned to the first boat immediately, and he also placed Nan Sheng, Yi Xinming, and another player on the first boat.

The remaining people, including him and Kang Lian, sat in the second boat.

As soon as Qi Yang announced the grouping, someone objected, hands grabbing his shoulder. Qi Yang’s body was twisted over by Nan Sheng, whose gaze was dark as he stared at Qi Yang: “No. I’m taking the second boat.”

“I can switch with him!” A relatively slight player who had been assigned to the second boat quickly raised his hand.

“This is the grouping. If you oppose it, go tell Qiao Ran \u2014 I don’t care.” Qi Yang brushed Nan Sheng’s hand aside, his expression indifferent.

“If you take the second boat, what if something happens?” What if the prenatal qi is disturbed\u2014although Nansheng actually knew their child wouldn’t be so easily harmed, he still couldn’t relax. In Nansheng’s eyes, this pregnant husband Qi Yang had become almost a delicate beauty to be treasured in the palm of his hand at every moment; he opposed Qi Yang’s suggestion to separate from him.

Qi Yang looked up, his gaze shifting from cold to a pleading look: “Yi Xinming is hurt. I want you to be on the same boat as him to help look after him.”

“His face is injured, his hands and feet aren’t.” Nansheng now began to regret it; he should have had the ghosts just finish Yi Xinming off back then\u2014otherwise Qi Yang wouldn’t have insisted on being teamed with him now.

“Please, I’m begging you, okay?” Qi Yang grabbed Nansheng’s hand and put on a pitiful act. The warmth seeped into Nansheng’s cold body. He watched Qi Yang’s beseeching eyes as if, were he to refuse, Qi Yang would burst into tears with reddened eyes. Nansheng couldn’t withstand that imploring look and had to give in.

“Okay, I’ll keep an eye on him, but if something happens to you halfway through…” Nan Sheng didn’t finish the rest of the sentence; his expression made it clear that if anything happened to Qi Yang, he’d go after Yi Xinming.

Yi Xinming watched the two of them argue on his behalf. He walked over and said, “Qi Yang, don’t\u2014it’s fine, I’m okay.”

“Get on the boat!” Qi Yang acted as if he hadn’t heard Yi Xinming; he let Yi Xinming board first, then said to Qiao Ran, “Thank you for your help.”

“Not a bother.” Qiao Ran waved his hand, the slanted eyes arching into a wider curve.

Yi Xinming was about to say more, but Qi Yang cut him off. Qi Yang explained, “This is the best grouping. Or do you want to prolong it so neither you nor I can finish?”

At that, Yi Xinming no longer objected. Thinking it over for a moment made it clear. Yi Xinming patted Qi Yang on the shoulder, “Be careful.”

Knowing Qi Yang was different from them, as if immune to danger, Yi Xinming couldn’t help but worry as a friend.

“Wait here for a bit when we arrive, we’ll come over right away.” Qi Yang nodded. Persuaded by him, Nan Sheng and Yi Xinming both turned and went to the boat.

Qi Yang stood on the shore watching Qiao Ran handle things with practiced ease as the yacht left the coast and headed out to sea.

“Qi Yang, did you forget something?” A few minutes after the yacht had pulled away, Zhong Chong, who had stayed behind, suddenly approached Qi Yang, his eyes glaring and sharp as they fixed on him.

His expression clearly showed he intended to do something to Qi Yang, and Kang Lian immediately stepped forward to stand between them.

But in the next moment, Zhong Chong shoved Kang Lian aside. She staggered and fell to the ground.

\u201cForgot to mention I\u2019m different from others \u2014 Yi Xinming must\u2019ve warned you, right? Or did you leave me this chance on purpose so I could get close to you?\u201d Zhong Chong reached out to touch Qi Yang\u2019s face.

Slap\u2014Qi Yang opened his hand from the man’s.

Zhong Chong paused, then burst out laughing with him: “Spicy enough \u2014 I like this kind of personality. Someone who’s too obedient is actually boring.”

“In such a hurry?” Facing Zhong Chong, who looked much stronger than himself, Qi Yang showed no sign of fear; instead he asked with a smile in his eyes.

“Yes, I’m in a hurry. Of course I’m in a hurry\u2014I’m afraid they’ll be back in a bit.” Zhong Chong pointed at Qiao Ran, though he knew Qiao Ran would turn a blind eye to his bullying of the players.

None of the few people left here, including a woman among them, could resist him.

“You seem to care a lot about your friend.” When Zhong Chong said this he glanced at Kang Lian. Kang Lian, who had been stared at greedily by him, trembled and saw a cold cruelty in the man’s eyes.

“If you don’t want your friend to get hurt, I’d advise you to behave.”

Zhong Chong reached out again. This time Qi Yang didn’t open up, but suddenly there was something strange in Qi Yang’s expression. Zhong Chong thought someone behind them was about to attack him; whoever it was, he would make them pay.

The next moment Qi Yang reminded Zhong Chong with an extremely bright smile, “I suggest you look at your feet.”

Under his feet? What could possibly be under his feet?

Although Zhong Chong still harbored doubts, he nonetheless

bowed his head, and when he did he saw a swollen, deathly pale hand.

The blistered skin on those arms \u2014 clearly swollen from water \u2014 told Zhong Chong at a glance that it had crawled out of the sea.

Zhong Chong\u2019s pupils contracted. He turned to look behind him and saw that, at some point, quite a few drowned ghosts were already crawling up onto the shore one after another, and judging by the direction they were crawling, they were clearly heading straight for him and Qi Yang.

What’s going on? Why are these monsters charging at them?

The other players, seeing the drowned ghosts appear, were all so frightened they couldn\u2019t speak. Kang Lian only regained her voice after a long while. In all her years this was the first time she had seen a person up close in the terrible state of having drowned: the skin swollen and blistered as if inflated, so taut that even a slight touch would cause it to leak, and the water under the drowned ghost\u2019s skin would splash onto them. Kang Lian stood aghast and terrified, her mouth wide open.

When a drowning ghost came close to her, she backed away in terror. Stepping aside, she noticed the ghost seemed to ignore her. Looking toward where the other spirits were gathering, she realized they were all converging on the spot where Qi Yang was standing.

“Qi Yang, run, quickly!” Kang Lian hurriedly shouted to Qi Yang.

However, not only did Qi Yang not run away, he walked past Zhong Chong and headed toward the drowned ghosts.

\u201cQi Yang!\u201d Kang Lian thought Qi Yang hadn’t heard her and looked at the scene before her in disbelief.

The result was that Qi Yang walked into the crawling ghosts on the ground, and none of the drowning ghosts attacked him; they kept crawling forward, surrounding Zhong Chong in a tight circle.

Zhong Chong glanced at the surrounding ugly faces, then looked at Qi Yang in astonishment, seeming completely unable to understand why the spirits weren’t attacking him.

Qi Yang stopped walking then, as if sensing Zhong Chong’s confusion. He turned back and smiled at Zhong Chong, saying, “Seems like there are hidden rules here too, right? Players can’t harm each other?”

Zhong Chong didn’t believe Qi Yang’s nonsense; his eyes were burning with anger. “You’re not up to some trick behind my back, are you!”

“You think I’m the trickster? That’s a grave injustice\u2014I don’t have that kind of strange hobby,” Qi Yang hurriedly waved his hand. The ghosts crawling on the ground all turned to look at Qi Yang in unison. Though their eyes had been bleached and looked eerie, each of their swollen, bubbled faces wore an expression that seemed to say Qi Yang was lying.

This scene left Qi Yang baffled. When had he ever messed with ghosts? So far he had only messed with one man, and only once\u2014there was no way Nan Sheng could be a ghost.

Qi Yang smiled to himself as he thought about it, chiding himself for what he was thinking.

“You did explicitly say you wanted to hurt someone just now,” Yang Jiang, who remained behind, spoke up,

He had actually intended to go help Qi Yang a moment ago, but before he could act, countless drowned ghosts crawled up.

According to Yang Jiang’s guess, it was probably because Zhong Chong said those things that the ghosts climbed out of the water to stop him.

Zhong Chong knitted his brows. He tried to recall whether he had ever said anything like that when he toyed with people before. It seemed not \u2014 could it be that he had really cheated?

\u201cSo what if I cheated? I still don’t regard this trash as worth my attention.\u201d Zhong Chong’s eyes hardened. He lifted his foot and stomped on the face of a drowning ghost that was gripping his ankle. The ghost didn’t dodge and was struck in the face.

The kick was not light; Qi Yang and the others all heard a dull thud.

Zhong Chong followed with another kick, booting the drowning ghost away. The other drowning ghosts around them, seeing this violent scene, some of them paused. For now Qi Yang was fine, so their task of protecting him could be considered complete. Although they felt no pain, having someone step on your head was still unpleasant.

Some of the ghosts didn’t stop; they were thinking of using this chance to show off. Being someone the top boss cared about, if Qi Yang saw them fighting so hard to protect him, he might just say a word or two to the boss, and then they’d be able to shed the identity of drowned spirits and become villagers instead, or maybe even get the chance to become innkeepers. Soaking in seawater every day until their bodies swelled from years of immersion\u2014no wonder they wanted a change.

Quite a few ghosts thought this way; obviously everyone had a heart to strive upward.

Those who didn’t retreat and kept crawling forward, having glanced at Qi Yang earlier\u2014unlike their previous surprised expressions, this time the whites of their eyes seemed to be saying, “Look at us, see how hard we’re trying.”

And wouldn’t you know it, Qi Yang actually picked up on what they were trying to convey.

He watched the drowned ghosts surge forward one after another, only to let Zhong Chong step on their faces, necks, or bodies; none of them dodged, they all charged straight ahead. Qi Yang knew these ghosts were afraid of hurting him, but he hadn’t realized that if someone else tried to touch him, the ghosts would come out to protect him. The thing he just said about breaking the rules was made up, and it seemed the players here actually believed it.

Qi Yang didn’t believe it; if players could be punished for saying one or two hurtful things as rule-breaking, then there would be far too many people taken down.

The ghoul that had been kicked aside in the field of vision was still surging toward Zhong Chong, its posture as if it would not give up until it had knocked him down.

Qi Yang himself wasn’t much of an ambitious person; he didn’t see the need to strive. He preferred to take than to fight for things \u2014 largely because the things he didn’t contest for always somehow ended up in his hands.

Although Qi Yang didn’t think he was particularly handsome or special, it seemed that people with his looks tended to be more popular in general tastes.

Qi Yang sometimes wondered: could it be that in this game space, it was precisely because he was handsome that the ghosts were reluctant to harm him, and even came to protect him?

If he ever met the bosses of those ghosts, he would definitely sing their praises\u2014having such hardworking, diligent employees, any owner should properly reward them.

It seemed the drowned ghosts could never be driven away quickly. Zhong Chong looked at the densely bubbling faces before him and muttered a curse. One companion was there too, watching the whole time; Zhong Chong normally wouldn’t ask for help, but seeing the other person so entertained by the spectacle made his temper flare even more. It wasn’t just his companion watching\u2014Qi Yang and the others were too. Zhong Chong ground his molars hard.

Annoyed by the drowned ghosts, Zhong Chong turned, ran half a circle and headed for the shore. He sprinted to the edge and jumped down\u2014several meters straight onto a yacht. There were two yachts in the sea; since only Qiao Ran knew how to drive, the other one remained untouched.

On the yacht, Zhong Chong sat down. He looked up at the drowned ghosts clawing onto the shore, raised his middle finger, pointed downward, and taunted, “Trash, if you’ve got the guts, come down.”

The ghosts all turned their heads. Faced with Zhong Chong’s provocation, they had originally planned to ignore him, but as they retreated into the seawater, Qi Yang suddenly said to them, “Thanks.” Those two simple words changed the ghosts’ expressions. That “thank you” showed Qi Yang had noticed their efforts, and the ghosts immediately grew excited. Their earlier performance wasn’t enough\u2014they had to try harder, to let Qi Yang truly know how dutiful they were.

Yang Jiang noticed the ghosts’ expressions had become excited\u2014so excited it was frightening. He quietly edged up beside Qi Yang and looked up at him with eyes full of admiration. “Qi Ge, you’re not afraid of them? You even thanked them. It seems like these creatures understood\u2014it’s terrifying!”

Kang Lian also came over, her look of shock no less than Yang Jiang’s: “Why do I feel like they’re planning to go into the sea to take revenge on that person?”

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