Chapter 9: Demon King? Holy Shit—That Scared Me to Death
The long-eared rabbit, having just broken free of control, sensed the danger and let out a shrill cry before scrambling to flee with all its might.
The man’s blood-red eyes shifted slightly. His five fingers curled, transforming into a sharp claw that looked part dragon, part eagle.
The long-eared rabbit flailed desperately in midair, scratching wildly with all four limbs, but in the end it was sucked straight into the man’s claw, squealing in terror.
The man’s crimson gaze swept over the rabbit’s three-petaled mouth. With his other hand—still human—he slowly reached up to his lips, his fingertip lightly brushing across them.
As if recalling something, the corners of his thin lips tilted faintly upward.
Then, without warning, those lips—still carrying a trace of a smile—suddenly parted, revealing two incomparably sharp venomous fangs.
Aiming at the long-eared rabbit in his right claw, the man bit down savagely, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere. The snow-white fur was soaked crimson.
The long-eared rabbit struggled on the brink of death, but it was futile. Very quickly, it was swallowed bit by bit into the man’s stomach.
Expressionless, the man chewed the rabbit meat in his mouth. His purplish thin lips were stained with blood, glinting with a sinister chill in the night, setting off that devastatingly handsome face like an evil ghost that wandered the darkness feeding on fresh blood.
Only after the long-eared rabbit had been devoured completely did the tall, handsome man in black slowly walk toward the barrier.
The isolation barrier that the Zui Li family considered unbreakable was ripped open with a single claw swipe, and the man departed as if no one else existed.
The moment he left the barrier, the Void Beast’s voice suddenly sounded in Nan Xun’s mind:
“Holy shit, that scared the crap out of me! As expected of a villain boss with a malice value of 100!”
“…Little Eight, you’re still alive? I thought you were dead. Also—since when did you learn all these modern slang terms?” Nan Xun hiccupped, her mouth filled with the rich aroma of wine.
“I’m alive and well. How could I die?” the Void Beast snorted.
Nan Xun clicked her tongue. “Then why didn’t you make a peep when I called you a thousand times these past few days?”
The Void Beast was silent for a long time before replying, “I didn’t expect the Demon King of this world to be this strong. Damn it, the instant he appeared, I felt that overwhelming killing aura around him. If I’d said even one extra word to you back then, he would’ve sensed me for sure—and the two of us would’ve been finished.”
Nan Xun was stunned by its words. “Little Eight, what nonsense are you talking about? Where’s the Demon King? Why didn’t I see him?”
The Void Beast gave two dry chuckles.
From those chuckles, Nan Xun smelled trouble.
“It’s the one you kept calling ‘Little White,’ hugging like a precious treasure… that long-eared rabbit.”
Nan Xun froze for two seconds. “Little Eight, are you messing with me?”
“Yes, I’m messing with you.”
Nan Xun let out a sigh of relief.
“Heh. Do you really think that’s possible?” The Void Beast’s next sentence made Nan Xun go rigid.
“That Demon King is incredibly powerful. He directly used a secret technique to hide himself within the long-eared rabbit’s shadow, then split off a strand of his primordial soul and attached it to the rabbit, using it to control the rabbit’s body,” the Void Beast explained.
Nan Xun still found it hard to believe. “But why would the Demon King attach himself to a long-eared rabbit?”
“Good question.” The Void Beast paused, then replied, “Maybe because… he had nothing better to do?”
Nan Xun: …
“Little Eight, I think I’m done for.” Nan Xun wiped her face, her expression like someone who’d just lost both parents.
The Void Beast chuckled. “Oh yes. Let me count for you—when you hugged the Demon King and refused to let go, he felt killing intent once. When you rubbed your face against him, that was another time. When you kneaded his ears—another one. When you were eating a feast yourself but still insisted on feeding him carrots—that was also one. At night, when you slept hugging him and drooling, the Demon King stared at your neck for an entire night. Just now, when you forcibly poured wine down his throat, the killing intent in his eyes was so strong it could’ve poked holes in your body. And finally—you grabbed both his ears and danced in circles with him…”
