{"id":3314,"date":"2026-05-17T22:00:06","date_gmt":"2026-05-17T22:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/?p=3314"},"modified":"2026-05-10T10:06:21","modified_gmt":"2026-05-10T10:06:21","slug":"hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-44","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ms\/chapter\/hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-44\/","title":{"rendered":"He’s Pregnant in a Supernatural Game 44"},"content":{"rendered":"

The monsters’ bodies contorted as they crawled up from beneath the glass cableway\u2014front, back, left, and right, it was all grotesque, terrifying apparitions. Not a single one had an intact body; arms and legs were severed, some even missing heads, chalky white bones exposed, black-red blood oozing out. A stench of decay hit them all.

Their skin bore various cadaverous blotches. The already narrow glass path was instantly clogged with these fiends. They lurched toward Qi Yang and the others, their bodies swaying, dull eyes flickering with bloodlust and greed.

Someone grabbed Kang Lian’s hand; a bone-deep cold swept over her. Kang Lian let out a sharp cry. Qi Yang, walking ahead, tried to pull Kang Lian closer, bringing her in front of himself to protect her. He already regarded her as a friend and didn’t want to see anything happen to her in front of him.

But immediately Qi Yang’s two hands were grabbed by the ghosts; however, the grip on his hands was very light. Qi Yang swung once and brushed those hands away. At the same time, a ghost crawled up from the ground and blocked in front of Qi Yang. Unwilling to touch a hand coated in sticky, foul-smelling blood, Qi Yang took a step back. In that gap\u2014less than a meter\u2014more ghosts began to appear. They formed a wall with their bodies, separating Qi Yang from Qiao Ran and Kang Lian behind him.

Qiao Ran stepped up beside Kang Lian, watching the ghosts arrayed in front of Qi Yang. For some reason she suddenly found it strange\u2014why did the expressions and movements of these ghosts seem as if they were protecting Qi Yang?

“Qi Yang!” Kang Lian called out. She just stood there, watching Qi Yang be separated from them. A reflexive premonition rose in her: Qi Yang would be safe; these ghosts wouldn’t harm him. But she and Qiao Ran\u2014perhaps today they would be left behind here.

Amid her fear, Kang Lian suddenly felt that maybe this was the natural course of things. Someone like her could never be the protagonist of life; only someone like Qi Yang\u2014or perhaps Qiao Ran\u2014could be.

Even with countless ghosts swarming around them, encircling them and constantly pulling at their bodies, Qiao Ran’s expression was much the same as Qi Yang’s\u2014there was little fear. It seemed death, to Qiao Ran, was not something terrifying.

They were all so exceptional; she simply didn’t deserve to be by their side. At first Kang Lian resisted, but then she gave up entirely. There were too many ghosts, densely packed front and back, and her meager strength was nowhere near enough to fight them off, so Kang Lian surrendered.

Qi Yang was blocked by the ghost; his body kept moving forward, and before long he disappeared from Kang Lian\u2019s sight

to Qi Yang’s figure.

The glass path began to sway because there were so many ghosts on it; when Kang Lian looked down she vaguely noticed cracks seeming to form in the glass beneath her feet.

Am I about to die?

So this is what the feeling before death is like. In that moment before dying, Kang Lian unexpectedly thought of Yuan Yuan, wondering how she was doing and hoping the other\u2019s luck would be better than hers, that she might live longer.

Kang Lian was still being grabbed and pulled by the ghostly creature, shoved toward the railing. She looked down from the great height \u2014 falling from this high would certainly mean death on the spot. Don’t let it be too painful; she was someone who was afraid of pain.

Qiao Ran noticed Kang Lian’s expression of complete resignation; he didn’t try to comfort her. Her appearance had actually drawn the attention of many ghosts, which allowed Qiao Ran to free up his hands.

This was one of the checkpoints. Given the way the previous days’ game had been set up, it was obvious that there should be a number card to take here as well.

It looked like there were many ghosts, completely blocking the way, but Qiao Ran wasn’t the sort of person to give up when trapped. He began searching for clues; if he looked carefully, he believed he could find something.

The clue was very obvious\u2014something they should have noticed from the start: a number was written on the glass under their feet. Because of the viewing angle, you had to tilt your head to see it.

Qiao Ran found the number three. Here, if he were to take a card, it should be number nine, but he looked ahead and behind\u2014neither was nine. It seemed nine was somewhere else.

He didn’t go looking for Qiao Ran behind him; he moved forward. The path ahead was crowded with ghosts and monsters. Qiao Ran showed no courtesy to these dead guests\u2014he grabbed one, snapped its arm, tossed the corpse at his feet, and stepped over the body. Whoever stood in his way, he dealt with them. Before long, both his hands were stained black and red with blood.

The ghosts and monsters felt no pain. As one was knocked down, another leapt on.

Qiao Ran’s brow and eyes bore a trace of amusement as he loosened his joints.

Over there, Qi Yang had already been pushed to the other side of the glass walkway. Once Qi Yang landed safely, the surrounding ghosts immediately withdrew. Before they left, someone, unexpectedly, handed Qi Yang a bottle of clean mineral water.

Qi Yang stared at the bottle of water, wanting to ask what the other party meant, but the ghost turned and slipped away.

Qi Yang looked at the ghosts before him, then dropped his gaze to the water in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he roughly understood what the water was for. He twisted off the cap and poured the water onto his hand. He wasn’t very thirsty, so he didn’t drink it\u2014he used it to wash his hands. The sticky, dirty blood on his wrist was rinsed away, and Qi Yang suddenly lifted the corner of his mouth in a smile.

Raising his eyes, Qi Yang looked toward the far end of the glass walkway. From this spot he could probably see Qiao Ran; Kang Lian’s figure was nowhere to be seen. Qi Yang searched for a while, and indeed

couldn’t find her. He thought to himself that if he had pulled Kang Lian along back then, maybe the ghosts wouldn’t have torn her away later. Qi Yang shook his head.

He put the water at his feet, not continuing to hold it\u2014too heavy to keep holding, and he didn’t want to.

The glass path had already been traversed, but the number card hadn’t appeared. Qi Yang thought maybe there wasn’t one here, and as he bent down to pour the water he suddenly saw a digit.

The number was 9. Qi Yang walked onto the glass path, crouched down, and tapped the glass with his hand. In the next moment, the small piece of glass in the middle actually sank, and then a card appeared.

Qi Yang obtained card 9; appearing in a spot like this, few people would likely discover it.

Holding the card, Qi Yang exited the glass walkway. He stood there for a while; what arrived was Qiao Ran\u2014Kang Lian did not.

As soon as Qiao Ran arrived he apologized to Qi Yang, saying he hadn’t protected Kang Lian.

Qi Yang said there was no need to apologize\u2014after all, the person who took Kang Lian’s life wasn’t him.

To some extent, Qiao Ran took advantage of Kang Lian, and it was also because after learning how to use the card he didn’t promptly tell Kang Lian; a woman like that had no distinguishing traits\u2014losing one or two was no big deal.

Qiao Ran had expected that Qi Yang might be a bit upset, but Qi Yang’s expression remained utterly calm. How many more surprising facets did this person have? Qiao Ran was simply brimming with curiosity.

“Wait for the others?” Qiao Ran was referring to Yang Jiang and the others behind them.

Qi Yang retorted, “Do you want to wait?”

“I don’t really want to wait,” Qiao Ran said. Having finally gotten a chance to be alone with Qi Yang, he wasn’t about to let unrelated people interrupt them.

Qiao Ran’s eyes shone brightly. Qi Yang vaguely sensed a hint of intent in him, and he didn’t nod either \u2014 whether they’d meet again after this game was unknown. Besides, there was one more stage in this game: Sifang Street.

The two of them stopped waiting for any other players and walked down the mountain together.

They hadn’t gone far when a cable car appeared; the supervisor was standing there. Seeing Qi Yang and Qiao Ran walking together, the supervisor’s gaze hardened\u2014he had thought Qiao Ran would die back there. It seemed players who had cleared it more than ten times really were different from the others.

This person seemed very interested in Qiao Ran; if he knew how to restrain himself that would be one thing, but if he didn’t, Fu Mingnan suspected he wouldn’t mind letting Qiao Ran get a taste of death.

This time the overseer sat together with Qi Yang and the others on the way down the mountain, not like before where he just watched from the side.

Qiao Ran slightly raised an eyebrow. He knew the overseer had designs on Qi Yang, but after all he was still present\u2014was he really so unconcerned?

That makes sense,

This is a supervisor, not an ordinary player.

“You’re sitting here\u2014can I assume the players behind us probably won’t get any cards?” The three sat in the cable car. Qiao Ran and Qi Yang sat on one side; opposite them, the supervisor stared at Qi Yang. Anyone with sight could have read the meaning in that look, but Qi Yang pretended not to notice and turned to gaze out at the scenery. The air pressure in the cable car was a bit low, so to liven the mood, Qiao Ran offered a casual guess.

Fu Mingnan showed no change in expression; he cast a cold glance at Qiao Ran for a moment, his posture plainly saying you’d better shut up and stay mute.

Qiao Ran burst out laughing, and the next instant he put his hand on Qi Yang’s shoulder. Qi Yang turned his head to look at Qiao Ran.

“What’s so interesting out the window? Don’t you think it’s more interesting in here?” Qiao Ran’s words carried a double meaning, nudging Qi Yang to stop staring at the view and pay attention to someone who wanted to make a move but had nowhere to show it.

Qi Yang removed Qiao Ran’s hand from his shoulder, his gaze cool: “There’s still one more level; don’t get happy too soon.” It wasn’t that Qi Yang meant to dampen Qiao Ran’s spirits\u2014he just had a feeling that the place around Sifang Street probably wouldn’t be easy to clear.

He wasn’t worried he wouldn’t pass; looking at Qiao Ran’s smiling face, if it were to turn into a crying one at a glance, it wouldn’t look as good.

Qi Yang’s thinking now had changed a lot from before; his empathy for anyone had become something optional.

Even knowing that Yi Xinming was dead and Kang Lian had died didn’t stir much emotion in Qi Yang’s heart.

Qiao Ran stared into Qi Yang’s eyes, seeing a shrunken reflection of himself within. It was clear Qi Yang wasn’t joking; although there was no hint of concern in his tone or expression, hearing him say that somehow brought a little warmth to Qiao Ran’s heart.

“Don’t worry, I’m tough \u2014 I won’t die so easily.” Qiao Ran said. He had been given a chance to be reborn; even setting that aside, he didn’t believe his life would end here so easily. He hadn’t finished playing yet.

They took the cable car down the mountain; Fu Mingnan rode with them and went to Sifang Street with Qi Yang and the others.

Sifang Street, as the name suggests, is a square street; from the outside the entire block appears as a large square, and within that large square are multiple smaller squares.

“Leaving Sifang Street counts as clearing the level.” Standing in the very center of Sifang Street, Fu Mingnan said to the only two remaining players.

The others, like Yang Jiang and the rest, none of them could make it out of the glass path; they all fell through the glass into the abyss and died on the spot.

\u201cThese houses shouldn\u2019t be moving, right?\u201d Qiao Ran said casually, and as a result Fu Mingnan followed

Nodded.

“It can move.”

“It seems my mouth has been blessed,” Qiao Ran said, turning to study the houses. He hadn’t noticed it a moment ago, but now that he looked, he realized all the houses seemed to be exactly the same.

That way, it would be the same no matter which direction you went.

“Then try to speak as little as possible,” Qi Yang added.

Qiao Ran saw that Qi Yang’s face held no smile, but from any angle that face was perfectly handsome. Qiao Ran preferred beautiful things, and Qi Yang’s looks excited him even more; that kind of temperament was also appealing.

“Okay, I’ll listen to you,” Qiao Ran said, his tone carrying a hint of fondness.

Qi Yang only gave Qiao Ran a sidelong glance, while beside him Fu Mingnan’s eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty.<\/p>","protected":false},"parent":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"novel":[],"class_list":["post-3314","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3314","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3314"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3314\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3315,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3314\/revisions\/3315"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3314"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"novel","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/novel?post=3314"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}