{"id":3308,"date":"2026-05-11T22:00:48","date_gmt":"2026-05-11T22:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/?p=3308"},"modified":"2026-05-14T00:30:30","modified_gmt":"2026-05-14T00:30:30","slug":"hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-41","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es_co\/chapter\/hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-41\/","title":{"rendered":"He’s Pregnant in a Supernatural Game 41"},"content":{"rendered":"

The rotten corpse’s head in that moment had become like a fragile watermelon, and Stone smashed it outright. Red-and-white brain matter burst out, splattering onto Yang Jiang’s clothes. Yang Jiang froze on the spot, and Yixinming and Kang Lian up in the tree were no different, all staring at the scene before them in utter disbelief.

Yi Xinming reacted quickly, looked up toward the direction the stone had been thrown from, and saw Qi Yang and Nan Sheng, who had left more than half an hour earlier, returning. What Nan Sheng was doing at that moment left Yi Xinming stunned for several seconds: Nan Sheng easily lifted Qi Yang up and hoisted him onto a nearby tree. Qi Yang was placed on the branch; Nan Sheng did not climb up. He bent down, picked up a stone that looked completely ordinary, and under Yi Xinming\u2019s gaze, Nan Sheng this time aimed at a rotten corpse.

Just like before, the corpse\u2019s head was smashed open, and this time the brain matter splattered onto Yang Jiang and Yi Xinming, because Yi Xinming was holding the former tightly with one hand.

\u201cIt\u2019s Qi Yang, they\u2019re back,\u201d Kang Lian at the top called out in delight.

I would have known it was them even if you hadn\u2019t said it, Yi Xinming thought, feeling relieved, obviously glad. But with the corpse\u2019s gray-and-white brains splattered across his clothes and the stench assaulting his face, Yi Xinming almost lost his footing on the tree and nearly collapsed forward.

The rotten corpses were suddenly attacked and all turned to look behind them. At first they were curious who was so powerful as to use a stone like a shot put, but when they saw Nan Sheng everyone understood. That person gave off an aura similar to the Overseer; the monsters had privately discussed it and guessed it was probably some big shot from above disguising themselves as a player to come and inspect. Big shots treated Qi Yang especially well just like Overseers did, so the monsters no longer doubted it\u2014Qi Yang must also have a similar hidden identity. As for why Qi Yang gave off no ghostly aura, how much could little lackeys like them know about a big shot\u2019s affairs? In any case, they\u2019d better act nicer and work more diligently when they saw him.

Even when their skulls were smashed to pieces, the rotten corpses still kept going after the players with their ragged heads. Only when they realized the whole area above their necks had been shattered did they collapse to the ground and stop moving.

As for the whole head-splitting thing, that’s nothing\u2014just minor. Work hard and diligent on the job, leave a good impression on the big bosses, and you might get promoted later or whatever. In short, just keep working hard.

Qi Yang sat in the tree, his long legs dangling in the air. He watched those ghosts and monsters with a look of earnest diligence \u2014 even when their brains had exploded, they still worked so hard

Reminding Qi Yang of the scene on the shore not long ago, these ghosts and monsters weren’t entirely without reason; on the contrary, Qi Yang knew they were all pretending to be like that. In this space the spirits were the natives, scaring away and resisting players like them. From the ghosts’ perspective, they were the righteous side.

If Qi Yang were their boss, he would certainly reward such hard-working employees.

Qi Yang was no longer surprised by certain changes in himself; for example, he now found himself even thinking about the ghosts.

The corpses kept lunging forward, but because Nan Sheng was throwing stones, Yang Jiang, who had been under the tree, got the chance to climb up. Once on the tree he hugged the trunk tightly and panted heavily. After a moment he turned back and shouted to Nan Sheng, “Brother Nan, thank you, thank you so much. If it weren’t for you, they’d be eating me right now. Thank you!”

“Qi-ge, thank you too for coming back in time.”

Yang Jiang was deeply moved, so moved that tears fell again.

On that side, Nan Sheng saw that Yang Jiang was alright. The corpses circled under the tree, and some began to turn and move closer to Nan Sheng. Although he knew these corpses couldn’t hurt him, since he was currently a player, Nan Sheng still hooked both hands around a branch and, with a little effort from his waist and abdomen, climbed up. He had deliberately chosen a tree with thick branches so he could sit on the same branch as Qi Yang.

“Be careful not to fall.” Nan Sheng said as he reached out and wrapped his arm around Qi Yang’s waist.

At the time, Qi Yang was sitting on the ground close to the tree trunk; he was holding onto the tree and couldn’t possibly fall. It was Nan Sheng who was more likely to slip. Considering Nan Sheng had just helped Yang Jiang and the others, Qi Yang turned a blind eye and didn’t point out that Nan Sheng’s real intention was to hug his waist.

Nan Sheng didn’t care about Yang Jiang and the others’ deaths; as long as Qi Yang was happy, that was enough. He tilted his body slightly, his eyes fixed on Qi Yang. The distance between their faces was only a few centimeters\u2014if Nan Sheng leaned in a bit more he could kiss Qi Yang’s warm, pale cheek. Nan Sheng grew restless, having to sneak away at night to steal kisses from Qi Yang and never fully satisfy himself. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his gaze growing more blatant.

Qi Yang abruptly turned his head, a faint smile playing in his eyes. He stared straight into Nan Sheng’s eyes. Nan Sheng’s thin lips opened and closed as he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Try and kiss me, I’ll have you go down there and keep them company!” Qi Yang’s smile was gentle, but the sharpness in his gaze made Nan Sheng realize that if he actually dared to kiss Qi Yang now, Qi Yang would without mercy kick him.

Nan Sheng made an “ai” sound, then his arm

tightened slightly. If he couldn’t kiss Qi Yang, he’d hold him a little tighter\u2014seemingly Qi Yang would still indulge such a small request.

The rotting corpses lingered under the two trees; they didn’t seem able to climb, nor did they pile up like the water-ghosts in the sea to scale the trunks.

After staying in the tree for a while\u2014how long exactly Qiyang didn’t know\u2014suddenly the corpses below began to turn and leave, retreating into the holes they’d crawled out of. The few whose skulls had been smashed back into the burrow using hands and feet as well, though their pace was far slower than the others, leaving their brain matter and blood smeared across the uneven ground.

The whole grove reeked of rot. Qi Yang covered his nose and coughed twice. Beside him, Nan Sheng immediately leaned in and asked, “Caught a cold?”

Qi Yang shook his head: “No, it’s too stinky.”

The frown on Nan Sheng’s face slowly relaxed.

The rotten corpses had retreated back into the cave; the terrifying ghosts that had just been everywhere had now vanished. A few of Yang Jiang’s group still didn’t dare go down, afraid the rotten corpses would crawl out again.

Nan Sheng was the first to jump down to the base of the tree and spread his arms, signaling for Qi Yang above to jump\u2014he would catch him.

Qi Yang was afraid Nan Sheng wouldn\u2019t catch him securely; if he fell straight to the ground, he might miscarry. Following the tree trunk, Qi Yang slowly climbed down to the ground.

The three over there saw two people go down, and Qi Yang was hurrying over. He stopped at the tree, not getting too close\u2014after all, there was too much brain matter under that tree. Only then did the three of them begin climbing down one after another.

Yang Jiang’s legs gave out the moment they hit the ground; his heels went weak and he plopped down directly onto the splattered brains covering the floor. A viscous tackiness surged up; he grabbed handfuls of brain matter, and when he looked at his hand he gasped, then hurled the mush away with force. Of course it didn’t come off completely. Yang Jiang ran over to the side and tried to wipe his hands clean with the fallen leaves on the ground, but no matter how he rubbed, he couldn’t get them clean.

After Yi Xinming went down, he turned to take Kang Lian. One of his arms was also splattered with brains; to avoid getting any on Kang Lian’s hand, he had rolled up his sleeve. That small detail made something stir faintly in Kang Lian’s heart.

“There’s a little creek over there. Why don’t we go across?” Qi Yang asked.

“Alright, alright, let’s get out of here quickly.” Yang Jiang nodded as if beating a drum, but two seconds later his expression changed and his voice suddenly tightened. “What if there are rotten corpses over there too?”

“Then climb the tree some more!” Qi Yang laughed.

Yang Jiang thought Qi Yang’s joke was not funny.

“Didn’t you just climb a tree to hide from it?” Qi Yang added.

Yang Jiang thought it seemed so, but climbing a tree to hide from danger was something that never put one’s mind at ease.

“If you’re scared

then go find a safe place by yourself.” Qi Yang walked over intending to pat Yang Jiang on the shoulder, but seeing Yang Jiang’s clothes covered in brain matter, he pulled his hand back to avoid getting dirty.

“Qi-ge, you can’t bully me!” Although Yang Jiang was actually a little older than Qi Yang, he wore an expression as if Qi Yang were taking advantage of someone smaller.

Qi Yang gave Yang Jiang a look that said, “You’re being dramatic too.”

Yi Xinming and the others followed Qi Yang toward the creek. Yang Jiang, despite any objections, had no choice but to go along. If he had gone alone, even if he could climb a tree, facing so many terrifying rotten corpses would have made his legs tremble.

No rotten corpses appeared along the way to the creek, and the group hurried on.

When they reached the creek, Yang Jiang was the first to plunge in. He stripped off his clothes and scrubbed them, but there was no detergent here; no matter how hard he scrubbed, the bloodstains remained, and the stench of rot couldn’t be fully removed.

Yi Xinming squatted by the water and washed his sleeves. Fortunately it was only the sleeves that smelled; after washing and rolling them up the odor could be somewhat masked. Seeing Yang Jiang covered in red-and-white brain matter, Yi Xinming felt a pang of sympathy.

“Hey, wait, stop \u2014 there are girls here!” Yi Xinming called out, stopping Yang Jiang, who had undone his fly and was about to pull down his pants.

Yang Jiang turned and looked toward Kang Lian on the bank; his ears suddenly flushed red.

Kang Lian’s face warmed as well. She turned and walked aside, moving behind a tree.

Knowing the only girl had walked away, Yang Jiang’s cheeks were still hot. He walked a short distance through the water and, behind a rock, finally took off his pants.

While washing his clothes, Yang Jiang also took a cold shower. The water in the creek felt fine to the touch, but when he poured it over himself it chilled him to the bone. He shivered repeatedly. After washing both shirt and pants, he put the wet pants back on and left the shirt off, hanging it on a branch to dry.

The others found a spot to sit by the creek. Yang Jiang leaned against a tree and slept, while Yi Xinming and Qi Yang sat together.

Five hours felt like only about an hour had passed; there were still four hours left. Yixinming was wearing a watch, so he had a rough sense of the time.

The time from when the rotten corpses first crawled out to when they had all emerged was about five minutes; Yi Xinming made a note of that.

“If the next four hours go like that, it’ll be easier to get through,” Yi Xinming thought, but he knew he was wishing. If escaping danger were as simple as climbing a tree, this wouldn’t be a deadly game.

Yi Xinming turned his gaze to Nan Sheng. This man had powerful arms; when he hurled stones it was like he was throwing shot puts. In any case, to him the rotten corpses’ heads did not look like things that could be easily

shattered.

Yi Xinming looked over at Qi Yang again. Qi Yang and Nan Sheng were different from ordinary players; both carried many mysterious qualities. Having these two as companions, Yi Xinming felt he was truly fortunate. If it hadn’t been for the previous round of the game, he probably wouldn’t have met Qi Yang this round, and might not have become Qi Yang’s teammate.

Yi Xinming stared at Qi Yang, a lot of emotions in his gaze\u2014there even seemed to be a trace of dependence.

“Your look is kind of gross.” Qi Yang frowned and said.

Called gross, Yi Xinming felt a little hurt. “How is it gross? I’m worshiping you.”

“Worship like parents?” Qi Yang had just felt from Yi Xinming’s expression as if the other saw him like a male mother; in any case, Qi Yang got a little goosebumps.

That description made Yi Xinming smile, but the next moment his face contorted and he hissed in pain, because the arc of the smile was too wide and it pulled at the injured left side of his face.

\u201cThanks again for just now.\u201d Yi Xinming thanked him again. Of course he knew it had to be because of Qi Yang that Nan Sheng stepped in to save him\u2014everything was for Qi Yang\u2019s sake.

\u201cYou\u2019re tired too, go rest for a bit.\u201d Qi Yang told Yi Xinming to rest first; as for the surroundings, he and Nan Sheng would keep watch\u2014strictly speaking, Nan Sheng alone.

Kang Liang hadn\u2019t said much beside them, just quietly watching Qi Yang and the others. After a little while she also leaned against a tree and closed her eyes to rest; it was necessary to conserve her strength.

Qi Yang hadn’t slept; he was by the brook, watching the scenery and enjoying the surrounding tranquility.

After maybe ten or twenty minutes, Nan Sheng, who had been standing to Qi Yang’s right keeping watch, suddenly spoke: “They’re here.”

Yi Xinming hadn’t been asleep either, only dozing a bit; he immediately opened his eyes and stood up: “Who is here?”

“The corpses,” Nan Sheng said with a calm look.

Yi Xinming looked left and right, but didn’t see anything unusual: “No, where is there?”

Nan Sheng pointed to a spot a dozen meters away, where leaves on the ground were gently moving.

Yi Xinming focused and watched carefully. At first he thought it was the wind, but then he gradually realized it wasn’t the wind\u2014the ground was moving, causing the leaves to stir.

Obviously something was preparing to crawl up from underground.

Kang Lian and Yang Jiang also stood up and moved to stand beside Yi Xinming. Yang Jiang’s eyesight wasn’t as good as Yi Xinming’s; he opened his eyes wide: “No way, are we seeing things?”

“Climb the tree, quickly!” Yi Xinming turned and said to the two behind him. As for Qi Yang over there, Yi Xinming no longer needed to worry about him; Nan Sheng turned and walked back, stopping in front of Qi Yang.

“Which tree do you want to go to?” Wei

The machine was right in front of him, yet Nan Sheng wasn\u2019t just unafraid\u2014he even had the leisure to let Qi Yang pick whichever tree caught his eye.

Hearing that, Yi Xinming and the others all showed surprised expressions, but remembering the scene of Nan Sheng throwing a stone and smashing the rotten corpse’s skull, these ghosts didn’t seem to pose much of a threat to him.

Qi Yang gave Nan Sheng a cold, disdainful glance; this person seemed to have forgotten what it meant to be low-key. Fortunately, the few people here were fairly trustworthy\u2014if Qiao Ran and the others had been present, they probably would have been suspicious of Nan Sheng.

Qi Yang casually picked a tree that looked easy to climb and was up in a few quick moves. This time he didn’t ask Nan Sheng for help. The man stood at the base of the tree, looking up at Qi Yang, whose mouth curved into a faint smile.

Nan Sheng didn’t climb the tree immediately; he waited until the rotten corpses on the ground had crawled out and gathered this way, and only then did he calmly climb the tree.

The rotten corpses clustered beneath the trunk, staring up at the players above. None of them seemed able to climb; they could only watch.

The decomposing corpses that had just made Yang Jiang’s blood run cold suddenly seemed to lose their threat. Yang Jiang snapped a branch off a tree, then hurled it down to strike the corpses.

Although a rotting corpse doesn’t feel pain, being slapped in the face is still unpleasant; some people stared at Yang Jiang with particularly furious eyes, as if they couldn’t wait to climb up and tear his face apart.

Yang Jiang saw hatred in the\u8150\u5c38’s eyes and was startled. Easier still, Yi Xinming beside him called out to him, telling him not to provoke the\u8150\u5c38 any further. If they truly angered the\u8150\u5c38 and it suddenly leapt onto the tree, it would already be too late to regret it.

Yang Jiang stopped throwing branches and obediently sat motionless in the tree.

When the five minutes were up, the rotten corpses all turned and went back into the burrow, and the few people in the tree climbed down.

After landing, Qi Yang went to the creek to wash his hands. When he climbed down the tree he had touched the trunk, which was smeared with the viscous fluid left by the rotters, and it stuck to his hands unpleasantly.

“Do we keep doing this?” Yi Xinming asked, meaning for Qi Yang: when the rotten corpses come, we climb the trees to avoid the danger.

Qi Yang looked into the distance and asked an unrelated question: “Are you hungry?”

“Ah?” Yi Xinming was stunned. Seeing Qi Yang’s expression, which was seriously asking, Yi Xinming nodded, “A little hungry.”

“Then let’s go out and find lunch.” Qi Yang said.

“Go to the beach? Didn’t the Overseer say to stay by the shore? The ghosts in the sea might crawl up!” Yang Jiang hurriedly cut in.

“That’s possible, but skipping lunch might also be a hidden rule.” Qi Yang smiled, and the remark successfully made Yang Jiang suck in a breath.

“W-what do we do?” Yang Jiang looked to Yi Xinming, hoping Yi Xinming might have a solution.

Yi Xinming immediately dispelled Yang Jiang

‘s thought: “Don’t look at me, I don’t know either.”

“Then let’s eat first. How can you climb a tree on an empty stomach?” Qi Yang didn’t ask for everyone’s consent; he knew they would follow his decision.

Nan Sheng followed Qi Yang, and Yang Jiang, despite hesitating, still broke into a trot to catch up. This person was a hidden big shot \u2014 it was definitely better to stick with him than to stay behind.

Yi Xinming watched Yang Jiang’s retreating figure and shook his head with a smile. He and Kang Lian walked at the back, keeping a bit of distance from the three ahead.

“I believe that being on the same team as Qi Yang in this game greatly increases our chances of survival compared to the others.” Yi Xinming cast a sidelong glance at Kang Lian.

Kang Lian had already accepted it in her heart. She looked at the tall, lean, sharp-featured figure ahead and said, “Yes, I believe you too.”

“Then just follow closely. Don’t go looking into things you shouldn’t know.” These words were meant not only for Kang Lian but for himself as well.

There were too many secrets about Qi Yang, and people are naturally curious. In this game, being too inquisitive about Qi Yang was not a good thing.

Seeing Yi Xinming’s expression as serious as it had ever been, Kang Lian \u2014 not someone given to heavy curiosity \u2014 nevertheless nodded since Yi Xinming had warned her so earnestly. “Okay.”

A few of them didn’t go too deep into the island, so naturally they didn’t take long to come back out. When they reached the beach, the Overseer was standing on a large boulder, looking as if he had been planted there, motionless, for the past hour or two.

Someone appeared behind him. The Overseer knew\u2014if he wanted to, he could be fully aware of any rustle on this island.

Only when the players had all drawn near did the Overseer step down from the boulder. Seeing Qi Yang and Nan Sheng together, the light in his eyes dimmed by two degrees.

“Five hours and we’re not even halfway through.” The supervisor assumed Qi Yang and the others had come just to pick up the cards and punch in.

“It’s not about checking in, it’s noon, we couldn’t find lunch on the island, I was wondering if you might provide it?” Qi Yang said with a smile, his expression clearly saying he’s hungry and expecting someone to prepare lunch for him.

Everyone looked at Qi Yang in surprise, while Nan Sheng’s expression showed indulgent affection.

The Overseer looked at him gently; he turned and pointed toward the yacht moored along the shore. “Lunch is already prepared, it’s on board.”

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