Chapter 63: The Battle with the Yokai

Outside the window, absolute silence reigned.

Inside the room, pitch darkness prevailed.

The bed curtains were also drawn shut.

In this dim light, and with the window acting as a barrier, nobody should be able to see him.

"Puff..."

Right at this moment, the paper pasted over the lattice window suddenly pierced through, forming a small hole.

Then.

A slender tube silently reached in through that tiny opening.

Followed by wisps of smoke being blown out from within the tube.

"..."

Judging by this scene, it didn't quite look like a demon's work; rather, it resembled the legendary... flower-picker thief?

Luo Zijun felt a surge of doubt, making sure to stay completely still.

He immediately lay down, retrieved an antidote pill prepared by his Senior Sister from his tunic, and held it under his tongue.

He hoped this antidote was as potent as his Senior Sister claimed—immune to all poisons.

After a brief thought.

He took out a pouch of sleeping powder, gently tapped it with his fingertips, and scattered it into the air.

Soon, the room was filled with swirling vapor.

Inhaling the soporific smoke, Luo Zijun felt his mind remain remarkably clear, without the slightest discomfort.

His Senior Sister's antidote was truly formidable!

After a long while.

The footsteps outside the window quietly faded away.

"Click..."

A moment later, the door was softly pushed.

However, because Luo Zijun had bolted it from the inside, it did not open.

After several breaths of silence, the door was pushed again.

Then, with a sharp "click," the wooden bolt snapped directly in two!

Luo Zijun's heart skipped a beat!

Whoever this intruder was, they were immensely powerful!

He immediately drew the dagger from his waist, gripping it tightly in his hand while closing his eyes.

The door slowly creaked open.

Then, it slowly closed again.

Next, a figure silently glided to the bedside, casting a vague, hazy silhouette against the curtain.

Luo Zijun held his breath, keeping his eyes shut and remaining completely motionless.

He prayed that his Senior Sister's medicine would work...

The intruder stood silently by the bed for a moment before gently parting the curtains to gaze down at him.

The room was pitch black, making it impossible to tell whether the visitor could see him.

Following that, the figure standing by the bed gently untied the sash at her waist, shed her outer robe, removed her shoes and socks, climbed onto the bed, and slid silently beneath the covers.

It was a woman!

Her fragrance was intoxicating, and moreover... she was voluptuous!

Could she truly be that soul-sapping demon?

Luo Zijun began to feel a rush of panic and dread.

The snapped bolt earlier made it painfully clear to him that he was no match for this marauder; if he missed his first strike, doom would surely follow.

He could only place his hopes on the medicine his Senior Sister had given him.

Praying inwardly, he clutched the sharp dagger tightly in his hand, keeping it hidden deep within the bedsheets.

At that moment.

The woman beneath the covers extended a cool, soft hand and began to stroke his cheek.

Then, her hand drifted slowly downward, sliding into his clothes.

Hm?

Sensing the steady beat of his heart against his chest.

The woman's movements paused.

"Whoosh!"

Right then, the dagger in Luo Zijun's hand thrust swiftly toward her chest!

Since he had already been discovered, he would stake everything on this one desperate gamble!

Yet he still underestimated this woman, who might very well be a demon.

Even with the advantage of hiding under the covers and launching a surprise attack, his lightning-fast stab was intercepted and neutralized in an instant by the woman.

With merely two fingers, she clamped down and immobilized the blade in his grip!

Luo Zijun's heart immediately sank.

"Humph..."

The woman did not speak, merely uttering a soft, cold grunt.

She seemed surprised that he had not fallen unconscious.

With a flick, she disarmed him, snatching the dagger from his hand and tossing it carelessly onto the floor outside.

"Clang!"

The sound of the dagger hitting the floor struck like a hammer against Luo Zijun's heart.

His chest constricted violently.

Terrified though he was, he refused to resign himself to fate. Clenching his fist, he prepared to land a heavy blow squarely on her face.

Yet the fist he had clenched so tightly suddenly relaxed the very next second.

One of the woman's hands had suddenly seized his vital spot, her eyes, visible above her veil, staring at him with a chilling, fierce glare.

Luo Zijun's body stiffened, and he dared not make the slightest movement thereafter.

The woman stared at him in the darkness for a while longer without making a sound, then bent down and thrust her head beneath the covers.

Luo Zijun was struck with utter horror!

So this vixen really intended to... to suck...

Rather than dying a pathetic death being drained dry, he would fight to the bitter end!

He was going all out!

Driven by terror and rage, Luo Zijun abandoned all caution and threw a ferocious punch directly at her head.

"Thud!"

A dull impact echoed!

The woman seemed dazed by the blow, collapsing forward and remaining motionless.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Delighted by this turn of events, Luo Zijun hesitated no longer, raining heavy blows down upon her head.

His Senior Sister's medicine was finally taking effect!

Dizzy and seeing stars, the woman finally released her grip, frantically crawling out from beneath the covers and tumbling clumsily off the bed, only to find her legs too weak for her to stand.

"Vixen! Take Old Luo's cudgel!"

Though he called it a cudgel, it was actually a kick.

Luo Zijun sprang up fiercely from the bed, unleashing a flying kick that slammed with a resounding "thud" squarely into the woman's face!

"Ah..."

The woman was knocked unconscious on the spot.

Just as Luo Zijun was about to climb down to retrieve his dagger and completely subdue her, the door suddenly burst open. A figure flashed rapidly into the room, scooped up the unconscious woman along with her outer garments, shoes, and socks in a single motion, and with a whoosh, bolted out the door and vanished into the night!

The speed was nothing short of ghostly!

Startled, Luo Zijun hurriedly retrieved his dagger from the floor, retreated back onto the bed, and fixed his gaze intently on the doorway.

She had an accomplice after all!

And this accomplice appeared even more terrifying!

"Thump, thump, thump..."

In the pitch-black room.

Luo Zijun could clearly hear the frantic beating of his own heart. Tension and fear enveloped his entire being like the darkness of the room.

Clutching his dagger, he curled up in the corner of the bed, his whole body taut like a fully drawn bow, afraid to make a single sound.

After a long while, there was no further movement at the doorway.

It was then that he let out a long breath and slowly began to relax.

Had they left?

He stared at the doorway, waited a little longer, and then, gripping his dagger tightly, cautiously climbed out of bed to investigate.

There was no trace of anyone outside.

This place was no longer safe!

He immediately threw on his outer robe, put on his shoes, and resolutely made his escape!

"Where are Xu Xian and the others?"

He stepped out into the courtyard, intending to find the other students, both male and female.

There safety in numbers, after all.

At a time like this, those bastards still hadn't returned! Were they planning to compose poetry outside all night long?

May all of you get sucked dry by demons!

"Whoosh—"

Right at that moment, a dark figure suddenly darted out from behind him. Before he could even react, a heavy palm struck the back of his neck with a dull "thud."

It's over...

Luo Zijun's body went limp, his vision darkened, and he lost consciousness.

In the last second before blacking out, he seemed to hear a vague voice murmur: "I want him..."

It was as if he had suddenly plunged into boundless darkness.

When he finally regained consciousness, he found that his eyes were blindfolded. He seemed to be lying on a bed, with his hands and feet securely bound, spread-eagled.

Through the thin black cloth, he could vaguely make out his surroundings in a hazy blur.

Yet nothing could be seen clearly.

An absolute silence surrounded him, devoid of any sound.

Suddenly, however, he heard the faint sound of breathing coming from beside him.

Then, a figure climbed onto the bed.

That familiar fragrance.

Hazy and blurred, yet towering peaks...

It was that woman again!

It's over... completely over...

The woman reached out and pulled the bed curtains closed.

The light within the bed grew even dimmer.

Panicked, Luo Zijun blurted out, "Spare my life, Your Majesty! Don't drain me! I... I'm sick! Syphilis, gonorrhea, urethritis, condyloma acuminata, herpes, chancroid, lymphogranuloma venereum, AIDS... Mmph—"

His mouth was abruptly muffled.

"Rip!"

The woman was violent and seemingly furious, tearing away the clothes from his chest in one fierce motion.

Followed by.

"Rip! Rip..."

Before long, all his garments were shredded into pieces and tossed under the bed.

"Mmph... Mmph mmph..."

Luo Zijun struggled in terror, desperately wanting to plead for mercy, but no sound could escape his lips.

The next second.

His entire body suddenly stiffened, his eyes flew wide open, and he went completely still...

Warmth and terror washed over him.

The demon lowered her head, saliva dripping in anticipation over his brow...

Outside the window, the night was deep and still.

Dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and the evening breeze stirred the treetop branches.

Not far away, a wooden door kept time, creaking incessantly in the wind.

And so it continued until dawn.