Volume 2, Chapter 1 (Chapter 39): Won’t You Get Hungry Soon?

Night fell, and it rained after a long time.

Raindrops pattered down from the sullen sky, and the city was shrouded in a misty haze.

In a deep and cramped alley in a village in the Xicheng District, Huacheng

A woman with an enchanting figure held a black umbrella, and her red high-heeled shoes rattled against the water-logged road.

The deeper the alley was, the dimmer the light became, and a look of panic was evident on her delicate face.

She felt like someone was following her! They were following her from the nightclub where she works to this alley!

She subconsciously sped up her face and panted lightly; the soft clacking sounds of her high heels became more and more intense.

She turned her head sideways and looked behind her through the corner of her eye.

The alley was empty, and all she saw was the rain pouring down.

Even though she didn’t see anyone, she kept on guard. She took a deep breath, put away her umbrella, and rushed into the apartment building in front of her.

She entered the elevator hurriedly, and she leaned against the wall. Just as she was about to catch her breath, she saw a figure appear through the gap in the elevator door that was about to close.

It was a tall and bulky man who wore a black trench coat. The drooping brim of his hat covered his face but exposed his bearded chin.

The man stepped into the apartment lobby and looked left and right before locking eyes with the woman in the elevator.

‘N-no!’

Her pupils shrank violently, and she frantically pressed the close button of her elevator.

Seeing the strong man get closer and closer, the woman turned pale, and she was on the verge of collapsing.

Fortunately, the man was one step too slow, and his body slammed straight into the elevator door, making a muffled “Boom!”

The elevator moved silently, and she exhaled the breath that she was holding.

After dozens of seconds, the elevator opened.

The corridor was dark, and the woman started to worry again.

She leaned out of the elevator, waved her hand to activate the motion-sensor light in the corridor, and looked around. She walked out hurriedly and went straight to a door on the left side of the corridor.

Standing in front of her unit, she tried to fish out the keys from her bag when she heard hurried, damp footsteps coming from the stairwell behind her…

Like someone was running up in rain boots…

Her hands started to tremble and sweat, and she failed to insert the key into the keyhole. Just as she felt that the man was about to appear in the corridor, the lock clicked open, and she hurriedly opened the door and rushed in.

Entering the room, she hurriedly turned around and closed the door when a big hand with black gloves blocked her from doing so.

Seeing this, she trembled violently—her face paled, and her slender arms clasped the edge of the door tightly.

“You! Who are you? What are you trying to do? Help! Help me!”

She couldn’t resist the man at all, and she could only watch helplessly as the man squeezed his thick arms through the crack of the door.

The next moment, she staggered backwards, and the two-meter-tall man towered over her.

He closed the door to the apartment, and the woman came to her senses and cried, “P-please, I beg you… I can give you money, but please don’t hurt me…”

“Hehehe!”

The woman’s begging seemed to arouse the twisted desire of the man even more, letting out bursts of malicious cackling. He approached her little by little and lifted her onto his shoulders. Her punches and kicks felt like air, and he walked towards the bedroom.

Arms that were hard and cold like steel wrapped around her slender waist, and rough palms tightly locked her thighs together.

Feeling the furry touch of this man, she realized that the man wasn’t wearing black gloves…

She froze upon feeling his hand, which was covered entirely in hair.

“Boom!”

The woman was roughly thrown on the bed, and her body collided with the hard, wooden bed. She retreated towards the corner of her bed in a panic, but a big hand grabbed her slender thigh and clawed through her stockings, drawing blood on her fair skin.

She trembled, screamed, and begged, but the burly man was indifferent.

Then, everything fell into a dead silence.

His sharp claws touched her throat, and there was a biting chill.

The man grinned; moving his fingertips downwards, he traced over her delicate collarbone, over her large breasts, across her tiny waist, and each trace tore more fabric, leaving behind a trail of snow-white, pristine skin.

The man’s fingers rested on her lower abdomen, and he stared at her half-naked body with a pair of cloudy eyes.

He stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his hairy lips, and a pair of fangs were faintly visible before bending down and approaching the woman little by little.

His hot and rough tongue tasted her neck as he trailed down her collarbone, and the woman felt as if a slippery, warm snake was crawling on her neck.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her face was pale. Her lips clenched tightly as if she were afraid that any sound would irritate the man.

It was as if she were hypnotized; her eyes were blurred with tears, and she hugged the man’s head with both arms. She arched into him and wrapped her slender legs around his huge body.

For a moment, the man laughed, filled with the joy of victory.

The room became darker than before, and something surged and grew in the darkness.

Palpitating screams echoed through a corridor in an apartment, and the revolting sounds of bones breaking and viscous liquid splashing could be heard.

Boom!

Lightning struck amidst the rain outside, and the dazzling light illuminated the dark room. A hard-line was projected on the blood-stained wall.

The woman rode on the man’s body, and her long hair was loose. A pair of rabbit ears were visible on her head, and in her hand was a crowbar, which she smashed down with all her might.

One, two, three…

The man struggled but found that he couldn’t budge. He let out a terrified cry mixed with pathetic whimpers akin to those of a dog.

“You… you’re an urban legend too…?”

“Shh! Dogs like you aren’t allowed to talk, or should I say bark? You wouldn’t want to disturb the neighbours with our fun, would you?”

The woman purred in an ambiguous tone, but the smirk that was on her mouth said otherwise. Lust was present in her eyes, and she immediately hit the man’s head with a crowbar.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the bedboard broke, and the man’s deformed head sank into the crack of the bedboard.

After a while, the lights in the room were turned on.

The man, half human, half dog, lay motionless on the bed. A hole the size of a fist was on his chest, and it bled constantly.

Miss Rabbit leaned against the wall and sneered.

She looked at the heart in her hand playfully before devouring it in a single bite.

Feeling the Primordial Spirit surge in her body, she licked the corners of her lips.

“That’s the third one. My strength will recover soon,” she purred. “Soon, I’ll be able to find that person, and I’ll claim my prize.”

Although she wasn’t sure who stole the Witch’s Egg, she believed that they would reveal themselves soon because…

“Won’t you get hungry soon?”

“I’m so hungry! Can I please get something to eat?”

Yibei lay on the bed, writhing on it like a maggot.

“All you do is eat! Do you do anything other than eat?” the maid complained.

“That’s the problem. You and Jiangli don’t let me do anything! If this continues and my limbs stop working, you will take responsibility!”

The little maid rolled her eyes and said angrily, “It’s obvious that you don’t want to enrich yourself, and yet you have the nerve to complain? Didn’t my mistress say that she would bring you some books?”

“She did, but not the one I wanted! She told me she can’t take the [Night Division Records] out, and I would have to read it in person when I recover!”

He wanted to read the records as soon as possible. During his hospitalization, he confirmed that the existence described in the strange murmur he heard when absorbing the Witch’s Egg was a female demon, and he cross-checked across different materials.

However, those materials were limited to stories of legends, and the descriptions varied greatly. If he could get his hands on the [Night Division Records]…

“You can still read other books! Or study! I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours!”

“Okay, okay! What do you want me to do? Kneel? Kiss your feet?”

“Well, yes! Do that!”

Yibei shrank in disgust and yelled, “Damn! Don’t you have any humanity left in you? I’m stuck in his hospital, and you want me to study?”

The maid sighed.

“By the way, when will I be discharged? It’s taking awfully long. Is it because I haven’t bribed her?” he asked.

“Absolutely not! I believe that my lady is not that type of person; she is high-spirited, fair, honest, and has a strong sense of justice. She gave up her family to serve the people, so I shall follow in her footsteps, and… oh.”

She realised she spoke too much and stared at Yibei, and she swore she could see his eyes swirl with emotion.