A Good-for-Nothing

138. A Stratagem for Slinking Off (2)

Translator: Dragon Rider

Not having received a reply after such a long time, Luo Yan instantly went vigilant, but his lust for He Yu was overpowering. When preparing for this date with her, he’d been focusing all his attention on his appearance and hadn’t carried any weapons with him. When demonic Qi entwined itself around his ankles and then permeated into his spine from the back of his neck, he barely had enough time to let out a howl of rage, and the next second, the black gas had ruthlessly pierced his occipital bone. Surprisingly, a crack appeared in the hard bone in that instant. His scalp was easily cut open and the black gas invaded his brain. On half of Luo Yan’s face was a twisted furious look, and the other sheer composure.

What with the sharp, unbearable pain, he sank to the ground and kept writhing, groaning and roaring like a dying beast giving dying kicks.

After about half an hour, as his hands suddenly twitched and his legs went rigid, Luo Yan who had been struggling all along lay prone on the ground, motionless, as if dead.

A thud came from the dark. It was the body of the man wearing gold-rimmed spectacles slumping to the ground, who lay utterly lifeless after that.

And with that “dead” Luo Yan on the ground began to regain his consciousness. He first flexed his fingers, and then rose to his feet, the wound on the back side of his head caused by the black gas healed.

The shadow-demon – no, it was Luo Yan now – scrutinized his new vessel in satisfaction. It turned out that a cultivator’s body was even handier than that of a common person.

A bland smile curled the corner of his mouth as he looked down at the body on the ground that he had just deserted.

The former owner of this body seemed to have passed the interview for STTP. The shadow-demon, who had been seriously wounded and forced to change his vessel, gradually came up with a crazy scheme.

How about infiltrating into SMB in this vessel?

A pleased smile appeared on “Luo Yan’s” face.

Right at this moment, his cellphone rang.

The shadow-demon’s smile froze on his face. He took the cellphone from Luo Yan’s pocket and saw a stranger’s number on the screen. Although having possessed and completely become Luo Yan, he was still in a period of transition and must be very cautious.

In order to prevent unnecessary trouble, the shadow-demon didn’t answer the call.

But a few moments later the cellphone irritatingly rang again.

Luo Yan’s eyes gradually darkened. Given that the caller was calling this number for a second time, it was by no means a scam phone call. Therefore, he chose to answer it.

“Do you find this fresh vessel comfortable?” A languid voice came from the other end of the phone.

A murderous look flashed across the shadow-demon’s eyes, blue veins standing out on the back of his hand with which he was holding the cellphone. In a very calm tone, he replied, “It’s you, Zhou Yihao.”

“It surprises me you still dare call me by my full name. If it weren’t for me, you’d have some time ago died a piteous death somewhere.”

“I wouldn’t have been hunted by those flies of SMB in the first place had it not been for you!”

“You brainless shadow,” Zhou Yihao sneered contemptuously, “I’ve already found out the whereabouts of the Demonic Seed. It’s probably in He family. I’m trying to gain the confidence of members of He family. Your vessel was an applicant for STTP and passed the interview. I want you to keep watch on someone for me. Take it as a price for my helping you get this new vessel.”

Where the Demonic Seed was concerned, the shadow-demon was willing to leave aside any personal grudges. After a few moments’ silence, he asked, “Who?”

“He Zheng, the eldest son of the patriarch of He family, the man who married Li Zong.”

Luo Yan’s memories of He Zheng gradually came back into his mind, the most vivid one being the deep sense of humiliation Luo Yan had felt in the moment when the Shadow Sword grazed his cheek.

The shadow-demon and his kind were capable of possessing human’s bodies at will, but the downside of this was that they were very easily assimilated to human’s consciousness, which was why the shadow-demon was filled with resentment towards He Zheng due to Luo Yan’s personal feelings.

“All right.”

“I hope for a pleasant cooperation between us,” said Zhou Yihao in a sarcastic tone on the other end and then hung up.

The shadow-demon for the last time glanced at the body at the foot of the wall that he’d abandoned. That human’s identity had been very convenient to use. Now, finding fresh human beings for his master wouldn’t be as easy as it had been.

Surprisingly, the shadow-demon felt a trifle dejected. He walked through the door. Once he stepped over the threshold, he would be Luo Yan, and nobody would suspect him.

The room fell silent once again. A few minutes later, Han Zhuo bringing some men reached the doorway of the room. Sensing no danger inside, they directly entered. There was only a cold corpse on the ground.

“Brother Han.” Other staff members also hadn’t expected to see this kind of scene.

Han Zhuo narrowed his eyes, fingering the skin of the corpse to gauge its temperature. It was stiff and icy cold. He withdrew his finger, fished out his magic treasure and bound the corpse. “Let’s take him back first.”

Zu Zhichong following in his wake kept feeling that something was not quite right. “Han, does a demon really die so easily?”

“This is just a human who’s been dead for at least three months.” Han Zhuo turned the corpse over, revealing small post-mortem stains of a very dark color on the white-skinned neck behind the collar.

“It seems that that demon has escaped.” Han Zhuo looked through the doorway, lost in thought.