Chapter 8: Snake Pupils—The Rabbit Turns into a Handsome Man
Nan Xun blinked, her beautiful eyes settling on the long-eared rabbit as she said with a grin, “Little White, drink with me. Let’s drink until we’re dead drunk. If it’s poisoned wine, then the two of us can keep each other company on the road to the underworld.”
As she spoke, she lifted the wine jug and tipped her head back, taking a huge gulp—her manner of drinking so bold it hardly seemed feminine at all.
Her mouth filled with wine, she then grabbed the long-eared rabbit, puckered her lips, and poured the wine straight into the rabbit’s mouth.
At the instant Nan Xun’s lips touched the rabbit’s tiny mouth, a powerful blood-soaked, baleful aura burst forth from the long-eared rabbit’s body. Its blood-red rabbit eyes transformed in a split second into… the vertical pupils of a snake!
After forcing down that big gulp of wine, Nan Xun’s head began to sway.
“Little White, why is your body swaying like that? Are you drunk?” Nan Xun teased the rabbit.
A flicker of emotion crossed the long-eared rabbit’s eyes.
That terrifying blood-fiend aura enveloping him—yet this woman showed not the slightest trace of fear?
Nan Xun couldn’t sense any murderous or baleful intent at all. She only felt that the air around her had grown a little cold, so she hugged the long-eared rabbit to her chest for warmth with one hand, while gripping the wine jug with the other and continuing to drink.
The woman in the white dress staggered to her feet. As she swayed, her graceful figure twisted and turned, spinning now and then, naturally forming a bewitching dance—like a fairy who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world.
Round and round she spun. Wine trickled from the corner of her lips, sliding down into the depths of her collar.
When the wine was gone, she casually tossed the jug aside.
Hearing the clatter as it hit the ground, the woman burst into laughter. “Good wine, such good wine!”
Nan Xun looked at the long-eared rabbit, grabbed it by its pair of ears, and began to dance with it.
After a while, she danced and softly hummed at the same time:
“Fa fei fa, fa wa fei fa, fa wa fa… fa fa wa, fa wa fa wa. Fa wa fa aa ai, na ji na, o o la ji la, na na na o o na ji na la la ji la la la ji mm mm mm…”
Though it was nothing more than meaningless “fa fa fa wa wa wa,” that hollow, ghostly singing was like the purest spring water in the world—sweet and clear to the extreme, ethereal as heavenly music, piercing through layers of dark clouds and shooting straight into the sky.
The long-eared rabbit’s deadpan expression subtly changed upon hearing this empty, ethereal humming. The way it looked at the woman grew extraordinarily deep, like two bottomless abysses.
In the night, the immaculate woman danced lightly, the song she hummed so pure, so hollow, so otherworldly.
Outside the barrier, flocks of birds gradually gathered. All kinds of birds circled above the small courtyard, following the humming as they wheeled and danced. Spirit energy tinged with various colors converged around them, weaving together a dazzling, multicolored world—beautiful like a dream or illusion.
Seeing such a phenomenon, the long-eared rabbit’s eyes shifted. It broke free from her embrace and, in the blink of an eye, darted into the darkness.
Nan Xun’s humming came to an abrupt halt. “Little White, where are you going? Little White—”
Her cheeks flushed, Nan Xun whimpered a couple of times. “Heartless Little White… I spoiled you for nothing… hic—”
The long-eared rabbit, already merged with the night, paused for a moment upon hearing her muttering, then continued bounding deeper into the darkness.
As it ran, its shadow under the moonlight stretched longer and wider, growing larger and larger, until it finally turned into the silhouette of a tall human figure.
The figure rose upright from the ground itself, thick black mist gathering behind where the long-eared rabbit had been.
From within the black mist, a man dressed in a black robe stepped forward.
He was tall and straight, his posture imposing. Long black hair fell loosely over his shoulders. His face was exquisitely handsome, like that of a demon god—yet utterly expressionless. His brows were long and slanted into his temples; a pair of blood-red, vertical pupils showed no ripples of emotion, giving off an eerie chill. His nose bridge stood tall like a jade pillar holding up the heavens, and his thin lips were tightly pressed, tinged with purple.
The black cloak billowed in the night, entwined with the violent, blood-soaked aura swirling around him. A dense stench of blood spread instantly through the air.
