Chapter 3: Bright! Flash! Flash!

CHAPTER 3

The people from the Magic Administration arrived quickly after receiving the news.

At the head of the group was a woman in a power suit.

She was tall, with light brown skin and long hair tied cleanly behind her head.

"This is a high-class residential area, why can there be demons mixed in?" Behind her, one of the team members asked suspiciously.

"This thing is not simple ...... It is definitely not an ordinary magical creature." Wen Yao looked towards the banquet hall not far away and frowned.

The sound of insects crawling densely came from it, and it seemed dark and depressing.

She made a snap decision, "Contact Officer Mu immediately."

"Let's just say that a species suspected to be from the Abyss has appeared in the Upper City."

Wen Yao said.

"......!"

What? The Abyss?

Nowadays, mankind has almost completely explored the entire continent, except for one place - the Abyss.

The air there is filled with a poisonous mist, and the depths of the infinite Abyssal Serval promise only unending darkness, from which no one has ever come out alive, and of which humans know even less about the demons that live there.

If it really was a demonic creature from the Abyss that had appeared in the main city, then the nature would be completely different.

The team didn't dare to slack off and responded, "Yes!"

At this time, an old man in Butler's uniform rushed over from the side, and even allowed a recklessness that did not want to die to rush to the front of the woman: "Please, save my young master, my young master is still inside!"

"Shame on you." Shi Zechun rebuked with an unsteady breath, "Drag him back!"

His hair was scattered and his clothes were torn and disheveled, looking all of you in a sorry state, his earlier swimmers were gone, but he was still barely able to maintain his majesty.

A few servants of the Toki family obeyed the order and brought back old Butler, who was in tears.

Wen Yao's eyes lingered on him for a moment, gritting his teeth, he said:

"Action."

"Won't you wait for Officer Mu?"

Wen Yao shook his head with a grave expression and took a deep breath, "It's too late, rescuing the hostages first is important."

*

Shi An soon came to the center of the change.

The guest fell backward onto the ground, his torn jaws wide open, his dry skin straining against his bones, revealing a grotesque sight of death, his belly bloomed open, and a steady stream of demonic worms still poured from it.

Shi An bends down.

With his fingers he peeled back the dried tissue of the man's torso to reveal the large chipped hole.

There were no internal organs in the large holes in the body of the corpse; instead, thin, blood-red threads, like veins, covered the ribs and occupied the entire chest and abdominal cavity.

Deep within the silk threads hides a worm the size of a fingernail.

It looked exactly the same as those bugs outside, but much smaller, its pitch-black armor was like scales, glittering with a metallic, cold and hard luster, and located at the head was an ugly, as if human five-featured face.

Seeming to sense the danger, a hideous and panicked look appeared on that face, and a piercing scream escaped.

The blood-red silk threads trembled, and as if the surrounding demonic insects had received an order, a steady stream of them gathered in the direction of the corpse. However, due to Shi An's presence, they didn't dare to come closer, and only dared to make anxious friction noises a few steps away.

Shi An lowers her head to get closer, then is slightly startled.

Some sort of sinister aura permeated the part of the body's chest cavity.

Cold, dark, like fingers silently touching the air around them.

--As the distance shortens, this perception becomes clearer and clearer.

It's impossible to ignore.

The teenager took a deep breath and squinted his eyes in enjoyment, his slightly narrower pupils shrinking into a thin slit in that instant, and red-hot red light darted through them.

...... so cozy.

Shi An subconsciously closed her eyes.

In the midst of a darkness, some strange sensation steamed up from the depths of his soul, and his fingertips, spine, and tailbone were all faintly itching, as if something were about to break through the soft and fragile human shell that he was now in and grow out from between his flesh and blood and bones.

Not an illusion made with magic, but real scales, sharp claws, and wings.

Could it help to restore one's original body?

Shi An opens her eyes and surveys the small insect before her with a look of wonder.

--he changed his mind.

Shi An reached out her hand, her white and soft fingertips covered by the pitch-black vapors of dragon scales, her sharp nails flashing with cold light as she slashed inward.

Jabla.

The silk thread snapped at the sound.

The swarm in the distance was like a puppet that had lost its strings, clattering to a large load, the rest fleeing haphazardly as if they were headless flies.

Unable to avoid being caught in Shi An's hands, the little bug had a look of terror on its face as it squeaked and squeaked, its six legs struggling frantically and wriggling to escape.

It's a little annoying.

Shi An stupidly rubbed his fingertips together.

As if sensing danger, the little bug stiffened slightly.

It doesn't dare to move.

Shi An resisted the urge to squeeze it right to death, slashing the skin with her fingertips and squeezing out a small drop of blood.

The blood bead stood trembling on top of the teenager's white skin, like a ruby the size of a grain of rice, emitting a strange and colorful light in the darkness.

Beautiful and dangerous.

The little bug paddled its legs, shivering as it tried to stay away.

Shi An squeezed it without refusal, applying pressure with her fingertips and passing the blood bead forward again.

Bug: "......"

It was forced to swallow a little bit of the blood bead with tears holding it.

The moment that small drop of blood was sucked dry, its legs stomped, its head tilted, and it fell into Shi An's palm, living like a lifeless bead.

In the next second, all the bugs in the hall were on their backs, all of them dead.

The teeth-gnashing scratching stopped instantly.

The silence was a little eerie.

Shi An pocketed it with satisfaction.

At that moment, there came the sound of swaying lights and footsteps from behind, interspersed with the cries of relief as the trapped man was rescued.

At that moment, a light came on at the entrance to the ballroom.

Wen Yao, standing in the doorway, froze.

She didn't think that there were actually any trapped people alive in the very center of the demon-occupied area.

At that moment, the other man craned his head to look over.

The teenager's skin was pale, his frame not yet grown, his shoulders thin and thin with a kind of fragile slenderness, his eyelashes and hair a soft golden brown color.

He squinted, seemingly uncomfortable with the sudden brightness of the light

The smell of sticky, wet blood filled the darkened hall.

The ground was filled with densely packed insect corpses, looking like hell on earth, shocking to the eyes. Cold darkness lurked in it, and a treacherous and ill-intentioned atmosphere permeated everywhere.

He looked so out of place.

And ...... is unscathed.

Wen Yao tightened the flashlight in his hand and raised his voice to ask:

"Are you okay?"

"Uh-huh."

Shi An nodded her head, looking good and compassionate.

He narrowed his eyes naturally, and a light smile of satisfied insatiability passed over his lips, fleeting as floating light.

--Couldn't be better.

*

Twenty minutes later.

Shi An, wrapped in a thick blanket and holding a cup of hot milk, nestled on the curb, only a furry head showing.

Butler rambles on about something.

Shi An absentmindedly bowed her head and responded every now and then.

Suddenly.

A pair of shoes appeared in front of him.

"Shi An, there you are." The man's voice was extraordinarily cold, without much emotion, "Then I don't need to find you specifically to say it a second time."

"?"

Shi An tilted her head as she held the milk.

"You passed the quiz, I heard, good for you."

Shi Zechun brought this matter lightly, then immediately after, his words turned, words with a bit of meaningful deterrence: "In that case, your younger brother Shi Rui will be enrolled with you this year, when that time comes, you help him a little bit more, don't compete, put yourself in the right position, do you hear me?"

Butler clenches his fists on the sidelines, almost gasping for air:

"......"

He didn't realize that the lord was really that cold - the first thing he did after his own son came back from the dead was actually to knock Shi An out of the way of his illegitimate son.

Shi An let out a slow "Oh".

He thought critically for a moment, then asked shyly:

"...... that, and you are?"

Shi Zechun: "......"

The veins stretched out on his temples and his voice took on a bit of a bite, "Shi An, don't you think that's going to--"

Wen Yao's voice came from behind:

"Sorry to interrupt."

Shi Zechun's fire was blocked in the half-center, and with an iron face, he twisted his head back - and immediately after, he saw the man standing behind Wen Yao.

At that moment, Shi Zechun felt as if his blood was frozen.

He subconsciously took a step back.

"Sir." Wen Yao sidestepped and saluted the man behind him, "This is the closest hostage."

The man was tall, upright, and carried a sharp-edged coldness and sharpness, an aura of killing that could almost materialize.

His skin was extremely white, and his long hair was tied behind his head, flowing down like streams of silver.

Mu Hang lowered his eyes nonchalantly.

Beneath the silver-white lashes, the eyes were a cold steel blue.

The sight was cold, as if it were the light of a knife quenched in snow, silently passing over the two men in front of them.

"Shi An?"

His voice was as cool as the man himself, indifferent and low, with a slight metallic texture.

Shi An tilted her head.

He slowly widened his eyes.

The instincts of the race belonging to the dragons took absolute supremacy, crowding out thought without a single crevice, the

-Wow!

-Bright! Flash! Flash!