Restricted Lovers [Complete] - 19

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Episode 6, Chapter 6: Fishing.

All eight points, including today.

The time was just right, and the paparazzi wanted me to put on some clothes so I could go outside and "attract attention."

"But... doesn't the school rule that we can't wear uniforms during the graduation trip?"

It's true that wearing this will attract attention! But I don't want even the students of Sefer Academy to have a "deep impression" of me.

"Don't worry, this is a club trip, it just happens to be the same route as those on the graduation trip." A said somewhat illogically.

"Ryan, I think it's better to change clothes." C said, "The weaker the prey, the more confident the enemy will be in attacking. If Xiao Mo wears the school uniform, the Sefer students staying nearby will naturally be thought to be his supporters, and maybe the other side will give up attacking because of this."

"Let's borrow some clothes from the boss?" B got up from the bed, "I'll go talk to him."

"Then let's decide on the team members to go out later, are there any volunteers?" the paparazzi asked.

"Me." A and C raised their hands at the same time.

"Me too." Ash also stood up.

"I must break through tonight." Soren said, tilting his head back. “Pluto wants to sleep,”

Far remained silent.

“I’ll go!” Shi Jing stood up and said.

That number of people was about enough.

“Then the five of us—me, Levi, Orin, Ash, and Shi Jing (g)—will form the hunting team, and the rest of you will stay at the hotel to protect the president,” said the paparazzi.

Five minutes later, following the paparazzi’s script, I blended into the crowd, pretending to be a tourist, but secretly luring unsuspecting “hunters” to become the “prey.”

The method was simple: the paparazzi gave me a thousand yuan and told me to walk around the temple fair twice, eat at least five things, watch a short performance, and play the role of a lonely boy who loves to join in the fun, seemingly useless as if everyone could easily take me down.

So now, I was wearing a red floral shirt, suit pants, flip-flops, and a thick, shiny gold necklace that could blind people… I looked exactly like a watermelon stall owner.

If I smiled, my teeth and tongue, stained red with old-fashioned dried mango, would scare a bunch of people.

Dressed so "approachable," it would be a lie to say I'm convincing if I actually looked like a skinny chicken. Having missed my chance for a sunbath, I was pinned to the ground by Far and forced by Su Fei to have my entire body covered in "barbecue makeup" like a barbecue girl. C even gave me a spiky, angry hairstyle. With

my appearance acceptable, my behavior naturally couldn't be too proper. After the boss, finding it amusing and wanting to join in, gave me a ten-minute crash course in "gangster theater," resulting in my current "frivolous"

walking style...

Luckily, he modeled it after an ordinary delinquent, not a thug or gangster boss, otherwise it would have looked like a ridiculous eight-player game.

Although I don't quite agree with this kind of outfit, it seems the majority opinion is more accurate in this world—regardless of whether that "majority" is normal or crazy.

"Operation Pretend to be a Local," an unexpected success.

Following the hotel owner's instructions on what to do and how to speak, the food stall owners I visited all treated me like some lazy, good-for-nothing kid from the village, earnestly advising me to study harder and stop racing cars so I could at least get a degree from a nationally renowned, low-ranking university to swindle people.

Their advice was met with the taboo of "Okay, I understand, I'll definitely try harder!" So, "Beep—! Beep beep beep beep—!" (censored)

became the standard, formulaic response.

As a result, each stall owner's face was as grim as mine when they learned they had to use such profanity; they practically wanted to smash their utensils in my face.

The ones laughing the most were probably the few "nobles" following me around.

After walking around twice, the food and performances were satisfactory. There were all sorts of people here: those who admired me, those who disliked me, those attracted by the gold necklace… and those who were hostile towards me.

Yes, those possessed souls.

In the crowd, an aura kept its grip on me; could it be one from Leila Academy? But it seemed I was about to make my move.

I deliberately yawned, pretending to be a little tired after eating and drinking my fill. In the throng of people struggling to move forward, I used a pace that kept up with my footing to slowly slip away from the crowd. Following the directions of the paparazzi, I headed towards the riverbank, which I assumed was "my home."

After walking about 800 meters, I reached a point where the embankment was vaguely visible. I put my hands in my pockets and suddenly stopped.

There was no sound of footsteps; apart from the chirping of insects, everything was so quiet.

The houses within sight had their fluorescent lights on, but there wasn't a single person inside—during the bustling temple fair, everyone had gone out to worship, young and old. The empty concrete shells were like soulless bodies, cold and lifeless.

I curled my lips into a smile, lowered my head, and closed my eyes, saying, "Hmph! Don't underestimate me. How long do you think you can follow me?"

Although a slight turn of the head to the right and a quick glance were quite cool, at least this way I could avoid the embarrassment of looking in the wrong direction.

Moreover, I said "you all" instead of "you," which includes the possessed ones who are hidden behind and undetected by me, thus reducing the chances of them denying it or pushing each other to be their representatives.

After finishing my lines, there was still no movement from behind. But that's okay, this was within my expectations. The enemy isn't a puppy; they won't obediently show themselves just because of a few provocations, especially since my role isn't over yet.

I turned around and said to the seemingly empty alley, "Haven't you had enough of your stalking? I've prepared such a good stage, and you're just going to watch? If you're scared, go back to sleep and wake up to face the results after the draw."

As a result, nothing appeared; they were really patient.

Turning back, I sighed, "What useless guys..."

"Bang!" A sound startled me, and I turned around—

those guys who wanted to kill me, provoked by my words, all came out!

"You foul-mouthed bastard!" said the black cat with glowing green eyes on the red brick wall.

“Men are just so annoying,” a brown-striped house cat perched on the second-floor balcony railing uttered in a female voice. “And this kind of lowly scum.”

“He’s a student at Sefer Academy.”

The suspect from Leila Academy finally revealed his true identity, but the true form of the possessed object remained unconfirmed. Was it the heart-shaped hair accessory on the short-haired girl’s head, her earrings, or the crystal rosary on her hand?

“So what if he’s a Sefer student? Want to throw money darts at us?” A crow on a telephone pole sneered.

“I’m not an ally of yours.”

A man smoking emerged from the alley. When I saw his face clearly, I was genuinely surprised—it was the same decadent man who had fought alongside Fei Yue against “【Book Collector】-Organizing the Demons” in the fun competition!

“The soul should be attached to the necklace, right? I promise not to attack you until I eliminate that possessor,” he said.

“A temporary peace agreement?” the black cat asked.

“I don’t object to that,” said the brown-striped cat. “We’re going to fight each other anyway. Since everyone dislikes that guy, let’s turn him into a wandering ghost first, and then we can start calmly.”

“Alright. But be careful not to hurt that person’s carotid artery,” Raven said.

“Thinks he’s the leader?”

Black Cat spat and jumped off the wall. Brown-striped cats immediately circled around the rooftops.

The decadent man, also holding a pistol, rushed over with Leila the student.

Seeing that everyone was making a move, I turned and ran towards the embankment.

Five! I didn’t expect there to be so many. The paparazzi is a genius screenwriter; the first test was a huge success!

Even when no one was around, the Soul Possessions didn’t seem to want to fight near human dwellings, so even though they had a few opportunities to attack, they only made token attempts to break the glass window next to me.

“I want the soul!”

Seeing that I had finally passed the house at the very end, Raven flapped its wings and swooped down to lock onto the gold chain. I quickly protected this shiny, valuable item with both hands. Just

kidding! Although it was a small prop used to divert attention, this was a “family heirloom” that I had begged the boss to borrow. How could a man’s family heirloom be given away so easily?

The consequence of protecting the gold chain was that my arms were riddled with bird pecks. Since it wouldn't kill me, the beast mercilessly turned my hands into a strawberry patch.

Just as I was about to move my hands away in pain, it started coughing instead.

Finally, it worked!

"Just in case, I'll sprinkle some powder on your hands. When you mislead the possessed individuals into thinking the gold chain is a possessed object and lure them into attacking, hold your hands in front of them. Just a little bit will guarantee they cough themselves half to death, their vision blur, and their whole body numb and aching to the point of wanting to die,"

Far said, translated by Soren.

"What kind of powder is this?" I asked.

"If you want to die, why don't you try it yourself? Idiot," Soren said impatiently.

...End of flashback.

The crow's incessant coughing indeed aroused the others' suspicion, and two streams of liquid flowed down its cheeks.

Just as it hurriedly tried to increase its flight altitude, "whoosh!"—an arrow suddenly pierced straight through its body.

"An ambush!"

As soon as the crow's carcass hit the ground, the others immediately took cover.

"Four more." I rushed to the person who had appeared on the embankment and was taking photos. Shi Jing was still holding a bow. "Two cats and two pairs of partners."

"One each, that's perfect." A rubbed his hands together and said, "I want the strongest one."

"Shi Jing's job is done, but that stupid bird wasn't very challenging." C said.

"I can stay and support you." Shi Jing slung his quiver over his shoulder, which still had five or six arrows inside.

"I'll ask when I need them." C picked up a thin stone from the ground and laughed, "I'll assume the strongest one is the man with the gun! Then I'll go for the black cat! Two of them came at once. Cats really do attract evil spirits; what the books say is true to some extent."

"I'll ask Miss Leila to dance! I know better than Ash how to treat lovely women." The person taking photos put on white gloves and said.

Everyone had made their choices, so Ash naturally took care of the remaining brown-striped cat.

He slowly stepped forward, pulling out the arrow that had pierced the crow; when the decadent man fired a bullet at his leg, the spot was empty, leaving only a small, charred, smoking hole in the ground.

Ash's hunt had begun, and the voyeur, A, and C were not far behind, disappearing into the shadows of the eaves.

"They... are they alright?" I, now back to being a massage stick, leaned against Shi Jing, putting on the cloak he had brought.

"No problem," Shi Jing replied confidently.

This third-year senior always had a smiling face, and his smile was quite convincing.

I wasn't too worried about Ash and C; A and the girl were more in danger.

The decadent man had a gun; a single bullet could be fatal. And that pretty girl, Leila, might be dragged into the alley by the voyeur...

"We can just sit here and wait,"

he said, leisurely sipping a bottle of mineral water. The sounds of fighting and gunfire nearby couldn't dampen the smile on his face.

Five minutes later, Ash and C emerged simultaneously from the houses on the far left and far right, respectively; their battle was over.

The brown-striped cat in Ash's arms lay motionless with its eyes closed, showing no external injuries, though its abdomen was caved in. C clutched the cat's tail; the black cat, its throat slit, stared wide-eyed in death, blood dripping down its face.

The two dug two holes in the dried-up riverbed, buried the cat's body, and then recounted what had happened in the past five minutes.

"That guy was interesting; he bet I wouldn't dare lay a hand on him,"

C said, brushing the sand off his hands. The stone shard that had served as a substitute for a butcher's knife had become the tombstone of the possessed creature.

“If we don’t kill, wouldn’t we just starve to death on a deserted island with no vegetables to eat? Similarly, that’s why I slit its throat, but I didn’t eat its flesh. Anyway, this cat was a corpse before the soul possession; it’s just that the soul isn’t in this body now.”

Ash’s explanation was even more concise—

after a chase, he caught the brown-striped cat. It let out a series of vicious curses with a shrill cry, but Ash simply covered its eyes and slapped its belly with his other hand, silencing it.

“Only Ryan (the paparazzi) and Levi are left. Who’ll finish first?” C said.

“What’s the wager?” Shi Jing asked.

“Nothing, just killing time.”

“Then, I’ll bet on the vice president.”

“Vice president,” Ash said.

"What? You two are so confident in Ryan? If I voted for him too, the bet wouldn't stand!" C complained. "Fine, honestly. Although I wanted to vote for Ryan, due to unavoidable factors, I decided to bet on Levi to prove my confidence in him. What about you, Mo?"

"Same as you," I replied casually.

Since it was a bet without stakes, losing wouldn't matter much; two to two would balance the votes.

"As expected of my good brother, it's a tie."

After tallying the support intentions, it was time to wait for the results. The two, the dejected man and Leila the student, were indeed formidable. After nearly twenty minutes, one side's battle finally came to an end.

"Hey, he's out!" C stared intently at the gradually appearing figure. However, just as the other's shoe toe was illuminated by the streetlight, he sighed in disappointment, "I lost! Ryan, it really was you!"

"Seeing how unhappy I am?" The paparazzi stepped out, a conspicuous handprint on his left cheek. "Liwei still hasn't come back?"

"What happened to your face?" C exclaimed. "Did you drag that young lady into a dark alley for a physical examination and get slapped in the face?"

"...Her figure isn't as good as Yingying's, and other than that, I didn't have any impure thoughts."

"No way, she really took it off? That's a crime!" C said. "But never mind, I doubt she'd dare to make a fuss. I'm telling you, she's taken it off, you've seen it, and Xiao Mo wasn't around, can you tell which one on her body is the possessed item?"

"Her bra," the paparazzi said without changing his expression. "But before I could take it off, she slapped me and ran away."

I was speechless.

Dragging someone into an alley and stripping them naked, and they only got a slap – that's already being lenient!

"Don't let Yingying know about this." He didn't care what Leila would think; his mind was only on Rose Girl.

"As long as they don't come to complain." C indirectly agreed.

Just as the conversation ended, A finally appeared.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone." He pressed his reddened shoulder, beads of sweat on his forehead: "Sorry, he got away."

"Awei, are you alright?" Shi Jing immediately tore off a piece of her sleeve to bandage him.

"It's nothing, just a bullet wound." A grinned, "That guy is stronger than I thought, a good opponent! It's a pity I'm still not sure if the spirit possession is that gun." "

He'll come back." The paparazzi's disheveled handsome face somewhat echoed A's wound.

"He's a skilled fighter, but also agile and cunning," A commented, pondering, "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?"

"We probably met at the sports meet," Shi Jing said.

Having some recollection is normal; after all, they were the two demons who survived the gunfight in the gymnasium!

"I think so!" C added, recalling that he had mentioned the颓废男 (颓废男 is a derogatory term for a颓废男, meaning decadent/dejected) man briefly at the club meeting the following day.

"But his skills are completely different from that day," A said, recalling the earlier fierce battle.

"He probably hid his strength at school," C said, not finding it strange. "Anyway, let's go back first!"

Back at the shabby hotel, Shi Jing reapplied the medicine to A, and with the explanation of tonight's events, everyone else showed expressions of "it was somewhat interesting."

Afterwards, I took a shower, and then Ash drove me back to the hotel where the Sefer students were staying. Ash noticed that Sama, who had been asked to meet him alone, seemed very scared, so he put his bag on the ground and left.

Once he was far enough away, Sama quickly went up to retrieve her lost belongings.

"Xiao Mo..." Seeing me, she finally cried with relief.

"Don't cry, don't cry," I hurriedly said. "The extreme sports club didn't find me, and look, the travel money in my purse is still there!"

But she wasn't thinking about the money at all, just whimpering like a kitten: "This is the second time I've lost you, you must be angry... Waaah... You'll definitely leave without saying goodbye like last time..."

"I'm not angry, really," I swore to the heavens, "and this time I definitely won't leave without saying goodbye!"

If I just left like that, where would I stay for the next thirteen days? I didn't want to be "close to" those paparazzi 24/7; of course, I'd choose a cute girl like Sama.

"Really?" She stopped crying slightly.

"Really," I assured her repeatedly, and she finally smiled through her tears.

Afterwards, she took me back to the dorm, but that night, we still didn't get a good night's sleep.

"Should we split into groups? Or should we just sit in a circle?" Feiyue asked.

"I think lying down is the best option. The reason God made the sky alternate between day and night is to inform all things of the correct sleep time..." Fenghua looked dizzy and afflicted with every conceivable ailment imaginable.

"Don't participate in this kind of game! I heard ghost stories attract those kinds of things!" Shama hugged her bunny bag tightly—or rather, hugged me inside—and shook her head desperately.

"It's okay, there are no ghosts in the world." Feiyue tried to solidify everyone's faith with her theory of no ghosts.

"Better safe than sorry..." the pretty landlady said very subtly.

She didn't just believe it was possible; she believed it outright! Besides me, there was also a wandering spirit named Ailien a few days ago, whose head was rolling around in her room!

"Ghosts can't penetrate the barrier," Liuya said eerily, "at least a hundred or less."

While they were still coordinating their opinions, the girls who wanted to participate had already lit candles and extinguished the lights, excitedly forming a large circle, ready to begin "The Hundred Tales."

Feng Hua, Sha Zhen, the pretty landlady, and Yin You were eventually pushed into the group by Fei Yue and Liu Ya, while Si Ye sat down just to join in the fun.

"There are about a hundred people here," the girl who seemed to be the organizer announced. "Starting with me, everyone will take turns telling a ghost story in counter-clockwise order. After you finish, you blow out the candle in front of you. The event ends when all the candles are out, understand?"

It sounded easy, but the consequences seemed quite dangerous.

However, since they dared to participate in this game, the consequences wouldn't be one of the issues that mattered to these people—

except for those who were forced.

Although some people tried to escape, the ghost story relay was started by the organizing girl, and the people after her seemed to be bewitched, telling one ghost story after another, some common, some rare, making the gradually decreasing temperature of the night even more eerie.

The candles were extinguished one by one, making the room even darker. As time passed, the ghost stories finally reached Feng Hua's turn.

“Uh… I’ll just tell you a true story!” She recounted her personal experience of encountering a ghost at Linxi and Lina’s house that day, though she changed all the names for privacy. With that, she blew out the candle in front of her.

Next up was Feiyue, whose “mysterious female dorm rolling pin” sent chills down many people’s spines. It seemed to be a very common and relatable kitchen utensil.

The pretty landlady adapted Ailien’s two visits, turning them into “the rolling head of resentment in the room,” equally terrifying.

Yinyu told a touching ghost story about repaying a debt of gratitude, easing the tension and bringing tears to the eyes of the sentimental girl.

Sama told a less-than-terrifying horror story about constantly multiplying dwarves, then passed the baton to Ruya.

"In that house, there was no food, only water. Everyone was driven to the brink of madness by hunger, and death continued. Every day, the number of people who had died from hunger and terror never decreased, but many more died at the hands of their own comrades. Finally, they realized: there was food here—there was no other way but to eat the corpses."

Ryua's story was long, and although bloody and cruel, the plot of tracking down the killer and distinguishing friend from foe was captivating, keeping everyone enthralled. When the story ended, everyone applauded enthusiastically, their faces filled with a sense of fulfillment.

Indeed, it was the most classic story of the evening.

"Well… I'll also tell a true story from my own experience, but I don't know if it'll be scary…" Yotsuba, who was at the end of the line, was clearly the highlight of the event, but with Ryua's brilliance preceding her, it was truly worrying.

"One year when I was little, my father took me to the countryside to experience rural life, and we stayed at a farmer's house. There was a rice paddy in front of the farmhouse, waiting to be harvested. Sitting under the eaves at night, watching the golden rice ears under the moonlight was truly beautiful.

"Unexpectedly, a sudden gust of wind blew, startling a large number of crickets that had been dormant in the field. The insects instantly took flight, blocking out all the moonlight. Two children who had been playing with a ball in the square in front of the farmhouse suddenly burst into tears, as if drawn by the sound, and all the insects flew into the farmhouse.

"Later we realized that they weren't crickets, but cockroaches! They covered the ceiling, walls, and beds, crawled into the dining table and trash cans looking for food, and we would even accidentally step on a whole bunch of them while walking. Everyone frantically sprayed insecticide, but the cockroaches kept crawling in through the cracks in the doors and windows."

"The cockroaches weren't all dead until daylight. Before leaving, we even cleared out three large bags full of dead cockroaches in black garbage bags..."

As if to confirm this, just as Yotsuba was about to blow out the last candle, a chilling crawling sound suddenly came from the corner, making the girls, covered in goosebumps, turn even paler.

In the dim candlelight, several female cockroaches carrying eggs flew over their heads...

After a few seconds of deathly silence, a terrible scream erupted from the dormitory.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh—"

As if chased by a demon, the girls, their faces ashen, rushed out of the hotel.

However, the one who collapsed was a male passerby who had witnessed most of the girls "going for a morning run" in their pajamas, his nose bleeding profusely.

In some ways, Yotsuba's horror stories were far more lethal and gory than Ryua's.

This was the morning of the second day of their trip, and the itinerary included a visit to the prefecture's most famous butterfly museum.

The bus entered the forest park entrance. From here to the museum in the center of the park, there was a large botanical garden and forest area designated as a butterfly breeding area. The path wasn't long, but it would take at least forty minutes to walk. Besides walking, there were also bicycles and tandem bikes available for rent at the entrance.

"I'm sorry, everyone."

After the commotion this morning, Yotsuba had already apologized to all the girls and received their forgiveness, but she still apologized again to the pretty landlady and the others.

"It's okay, I forgive you," said Fuuka, even though she was also one of the victims who had appeared in a sheer dress.

Most of the people other than Fuuka were dressed formally, so their "losses" weren't significant.

Sitting in the bunny bag, breathing in the phytoncides of the forest, I felt so comfortable that I just wanted to take a nap.

Like the landlady and the others, many girls chose to walk and experience the butterflies fluttering around them, whether they were students of Sefer or Leila—and among them was the girl who had cooperated with the possessed one.

Although she was right next to me, the possessed one seemed unsure of who I was hiding on. Leila didn't bother looking for me; her resentful eyes were fixed on the voyeur who was relentlessly taking photos of Rose Girl ahead of her.

Her expression, a mixture of shame and anger, suggested she wanted to slap the lecherous man a few more times, but with Rose Girl present, she gritted her teeth and restrained herself.

After walking for a while, some people went into a teahouse beside the forest path. Feng Hua suggested we go in for a cup of tea to cool off. Since we weren't in a hurry, everyone agreed without objection.

"I knew it!"

The familiar girl's voice, brightened by the confirmed premonition, rang out as the shop door opened.

"I'm sorry..." another almost identical voice said weakly.

That wasn't...

"Linxi, Lina!" Feng Hua's voice was more like a scream than a greeting.

"Are you here to see the butterflies too?" Siye asked.

"Lina invited me here for tea," Linxi said.

It seemed she only learned about the second-year graduation trip itinerary after arriving, and today's visit to the butterfly museum was arranged. There were empty seats next to them, so the pretty landlady and her companion sat down. Feng Hua hesitated for a while before taking her seat.

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

"What will happen?" Fei Yue asked, puzzled, but Lin Xi just gave a casual answer.

Since they had run into each other, it wouldn't be good to part ways after finishing their tea, especially since they clearly wanted to meet and had traveled all this way to try their luck. Feng Hua had no choice but to invite them to come along.

The journey was peaceful and uneventful, and the visit went very smoothly. In the afternoon, the students had a barbecue and chatted in the park. Before they knew it, it was time for the beautiful "fishing" season, with the moon and stars high in the sky, making them want to sing out loud.

"Waaaaah! Help! Help! Help! Help!" I yelled, trying to attract the attention of the ambush.

I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming!

Otherwise, why would the Ents from The Lord of the Rings appear here?

"It... is... you..."

Compared to its speaking speed, the Ent's movements were not as slow as it was when it spoke.

During the day, it was a quiet, admirable camphor tree, but now, being chased by it, I felt no reverence whatsoever.

"No! No!" Although I was much faster than it, each of its strides covered dozens of meters. At this rate, I'd be crushed into a pulp!

Where's the extreme sports club?! Where is their ambush point?!

"Whoosh!"

Just as my legs were about to give way, two dark figures suddenly leaped high from either side.

An ambush? Reinforcements?

The pursuers behind me gave me no time to see clearly. Who cares who they are? I screamed and frantically lunged forward.

"Luckily, it's a big one." Hearing Soren's cold laugh, I finally exhaled, my body feeling completely drained, almost collapsing to the ground.

At the same time, the tree-man also let out a painful howl.

Amidst a buzzing sound, fragrant camphor wood chips flew everywhere—Sorren's chainsaw had pierced a hole in it, the high-speed vibrating iron teeth unstoppable.

"Brother...the Destroyer Tree is..."

"Shut up! If you're scared, go back to your bed!"

Pluto's cowering earned him a scolding, but his axe hesitated to strike. The two-man attack seemed like a one-man show by Soren.

Under attack, the tree-man's limbs were naturally not meant to be idle. A sweep of roots, which Soren dodged with a leap, but Pluto was struck in the waist, flying backward and crashing into a poplar tree.

"Useless thing!" Seeing Pluto pass out so easily, Soren spat, raising his powerful chainsaw and slicing off several octopus-tentacle-like roots.

Sap spurted out, and the tree-man let out another long, painful howl.

"Humans...why...do...participate...in...the...war of souls?" The expression on the tree trunk was contorted.

"Because I'm having fun." With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Sauron stepped on the writhing roots, pulling the chainsaw to carve a fatal wound around the trunk.

"Drink while there's water, or the drought will begin in the next few days." He even told a lame joke.

"Human...!" The treant angrily tried to chase Sauron, who had circled behind it, but after spinning two and a half times, Sauron remained standing behind it.

"Is this all the intelligence a tree can have?" Sauron chuckled, lit another cigarette, and continued stepping on the roots, pulling the chainsaw to extend the new wound.

"Damn it..." Swinging its roots, the treant struck Sauron again and again, but every blow missed its mark.

"Even with a human soul attached, your attack methods haven't improved. Perhaps the tree's spiritual energy is too strong, dulling its senses!" Sauron completely disregarded the treant's attacks.

"I...will...die..." the treant cried out in anguish.

“That’s right, it’ll be easier for me if you lie down quickly.”

Starting from the front, the chainsaw had already sliced across the tree man’s right and rear sides, and the bark on the left side was almost completely broken off.

"You...are...too..." Seeing that there was no way to salvage the situation, the tree-man, determined to die rather than surrender, twisted off a branch, sending the severed twig hurtling down towards Soren's head.

"A little trick."

Soren snorted, but had no choice but to abandon the ring he was just a few centimeters from completing, leaping and dodging to safety. Countless tree roots, waiting for this moment, seized the opportunity before Soren could regain his footing, wrapping him tightly from all sides with long whips.

"The...limitation...circle...of history...I...crossed..."

"What's there to be proud of?" With one hand gripping the tree root that was tightening around his throat, Soren lowered his head and burned a cigarette mark on one of the roots.

The tree-man twitched involuntarily.

Seizing the sudden relaxation, Soren raised his right hand and slammed the chainsaw down on the roots wrapped around him. Instantly, sawdust flew everywhere, and the tree-man's screams filled the air.

"My...foot..."

"Have you forgotten what I'm holding? Idiot!" Sauron vented his anger, giving the treant the middle finger, but was immediately whipped away by the next volley of roots.

"Human..." Having lost more than half its roots, the treant swayed unsteadily.

"Damn it, so close."

Sauron propped himself up, also swaying, but his chainsaw was long gone.

"Human..." The treant slowly approached, appearing even larger in comparison to Sauron. "Let's...go...together..."

"Trying to take me away? Who do you think you are?"

Facing the treant's whip, which could strike at any moment, Sauron's arrogance remained unchanged: "Want to go to hell with me? You're not even worthy to carry my shoes!"

...Please, stop provoking it, running away is the priority!

The treant remained silent, but I could sense its anger. No, its rage!

"Whoosh!"

Just as I was about to drag Sauron away before the treant could attack, a sharp axe came flying through the air, embedding itself perfectly in the tree's wound, connecting the head and tail to form a loop.

"Useless thing!" Pluto staggered out of the shadows, wiping the dried blood from his mouth.

"You're awake?" Sauron grinned.

"It hurts like hell!" Pluto looked at his left arm, probably injured when he was thrown around earlier, now swollen to twice its original size.

"You'll get used to it. Once you're done, hurry back."

"Don't order me around." Glancing at Sauron, Pluto said to the treant, who seemed to be making some movement, "Don't make any rash moves. Look at what's under your feet?"

I looked down, but there was nothing there

except a little damp soil...

"Goodbye." With a flick of the wrist and a toss of a match, the treant was instantly engulfed in flames.

"Aaaaaah—"

Flames leaped upwards, and the treant with its fiery tattoos writhed and roared.

“It’s so noisy. I thought plants would be quieter.” Pluto rubbed his ears, his expression as calm as if the fire in front of him was just an ordinary campfire.

“You were talking about sacred trees all the time, I thought you wanted to join an environmental group,” Soren sneered. “Don’t compare me to that ‘ good-for-nothing

’,” Pluto snorted.

Chapter 7 of Episode 6: Fire “What are you still standing here for? To watch the show!” Soren suddenly yelled at me. I stared at his face, illuminated by the firelight, bewildered, wondering what I had done to offend him this time. “The work is done. Don’t expect us to have the time to deal with that woman for you.” He took off and picked up his somewhat tattered shoes, and together with Pluto, they made a move to head back. I then noticed a bruise on his right ankle, and he walked with a limp. But I hadn’t forgotten what he meant by “woman.” After looking around for a while, I spotted the girl Leila, who was with the Soul Possessed, watching us intently. She had indeed appeared! Tonight is the last joint event between Leila Academy and Sefer Academy. If we don't act now, we won't have another chance tomorrow. Soren and Pluto are gone, leaving only her, me, and the cremated tree spirit. ...Although the paparazzi and Fal should still be nearby, I'm not sure where they're hiding. "Uh...the fire's so big, someone's bound to come soon." Even though the raging flames might attract the paparazzi, it's better to keep a low profile when fighting. She simply pulled out a thin steel wire about a meter long from the bracelet on her left wrist. I took off running. Luckily, I saw Fal soon after. He seemed to have split up with the paparazzi. When he saw me being chased, his eyes sharpened, and he rushed past me...and Leila? No way—you went too far! Ignoring my stunned expression, he stood behind me and the girl, his back to us. "..." Fal (still censored). Good heavens, what is he saying? But it's alright, there's no sound, and I still have my excellent eyesight. And then I finally understood the meaning behind his strange actions! Without me noticing, besides Leila, the decadent man had also silently followed behind me, raising his gun and aiming at me. Farr was standing right in the path of the bullet. The decadent man frowned, but didn't move the gun away. If A's guess was correct, and that gun belonged to the possessed soul, the decadent man wouldn't have aimed at Farr's vitals. But that alone didn't guarantee Farr posed a threat to the decadent man's path. The bullet could hit Farr's "non-vital points," and besides, the decadent man was also human; humans attacking or killing humans didn't violate the rules of the heavens. Clearly knowing this wasn't enough, Farr also brandished his gun. That's ruthless! The same weapon, one that couldn't hit, the other that could be used without hesitation. A minor injury was no problem; one shot and the opponent was dead. "Interesting." The颓废 man suddenly burst into laughter. "Don't play the game so recklessly. Everyone put away your guns, how about a one-on-one duel?" To show his sincerity, he took out six bullets, proving that the guns couldn't fire. "Look, the guns are empty. Let's fight with the soul-possessed object as the wager. The loser hands over the soul-possessed person and withdraws from the competition. What do you think?" " Bang!" Far's response was to fire a shot directly at the颓废 man. How could he be so stupid? Disarming himself was like telling the enemy, "I'm powerless to resist, come and attack me!" The颓废 man pulled back his left foot, a fraction of a second before Far pulled the trigger. Looking at the bullet hole that almost hit his foot, he clicked his tongue and said, "Such a fierce answer." Far moved his lips and said a few words, but the颓废 man obviously didn't understand them either. "...Make a deal with the enemy? Don't underestimate my intelligence."

A cryptic voice rang out. So this was Fal's voice? How could it be...

"...Don't think this is a story of friendship and justice, fighting is reality!"

The Soren brothers, whom I thought had already returned, were standing behind the disheveled man, but the translator was... Pluto?

"Heh, reinforcements have arrived?"

The disheveled man looked somewhat embarrassed, but seeing Soren and Pluto injured and standing by the roadside, he seemed to understand.

"So it really is the guy we beat up in the garden at the sports meet," Soren said.

The disheveled man's eyes widened, as if he had finally recognized the three faces.

"Hey, it's you guys," he said. "Your outfits are different from that day, I didn't notice. Only demonic attire can highlight your evil; it's such a waste to wear ordinary clothes!"

"None of your business," Soren said coldly.

"Just a weakling," Pluto sneered.

"Weaklings, huh..." the dejected man chuckled maliciously. "Children's games shouldn't be taken too seriously. Sports meets shouldn't end in tragedy, right? Your father let you win a few points that day, don't look down on people like that!"

"That's perfect, Far said he'd like to learn from you too."

Soren said, and Far fired two shots at the dejected man, one aimed at his heart, the other at his forehead.

"Your gun skills are still too green!"

The dejected man dodged both bullets. He rolled backward, quickly loaded his gun, and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Far glanced back at me before giving chase.

"He told you to run if you have the strength." Soren and Pluto turned around, supporting each other, and said lazily, "Because we're going home for a nap!"

...Huh?

Right, Far only lured the dejected man away, but there's still Leila!

I glanced at her; she was looking at me too.

"You...you should pull your clothes down a bit, your underwear is showing." I countered.

Her face flushed and then changed color. As she lowered her head, I had already started running!

Those few tricks for dealing with girls are very effective.

After running about 500 meters, I finally saw the pervert standing in the middle of the road. He seemed to have been prepared, waiting for me there, even his stance was damn handsome.

At least he's a savior. I was exhausted, and my transformation time was almost up. There weren't many possessed souls tonight, but the marathon was unexpectedly tiring.

"Miss, I know you really need a boyfriend, so I'll introduce you to someone even better."

Hiding behind the pervert, I'd done a great job as bait; now it was time to shirk my responsibility.

"If you don't mind that I have a girlfriend, I'd be happy to take a walk with you under the moonlight, as long as you keep my girlfriend's secret," the pervert smiled.

Whew, finally saved!

Fortunately, those lacking a partner always have a certain degree of longing. With such a handsome man as the paparazzi "inviting" her, Leila's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to find another place to flirt with him!

With all the crises resolved, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Only now did I realize that "fishing" was a dangerous activity; in just two days, three people in the club were injured. It's a pity I don't qualify for insurance, otherwise, with such excitement every night, I wonder if my body could handle it?

I'd better have Ashu take me home to sleep!

"So you're the only one left."

Good heavens, is tonight's show not over yet?

Looking at Zhengxu and his wolf brother, who didn't understand the actors' hard work and kept trying to add an extra scene, I almost wanted to wave them off and tell them to come back tomorrow.

...If this were really filming, and I were the director, this would be fine, but it isn't. Not only did they not kindly ask if I needed rest, but the weaker I looked, the happier they were. This is terrible!

Only four people were deployed tonight, and all my reinforcements have been used up. Not only can I not find any "benefactor" to help me, but I'm also unarmed, and my transformation time is almost up. Yes, Fu Xiu! But where can I find Fu Xiu? "There's no one around." Just as I was racking my brains trying to figure out a way to survive, a strange yet somewhat familiar voice echoed softly. Who is this person? A new voice means change, even if it's not necessarily my benefactor. I looked around for that person, but realized there was no need to. I looked up and saw "it" standing next to Zheng Xu. The reason I use "it" is because it's not human at all. Maybe it used to be, but now this man I've never seen before is clearly standing on Zheng Xu's side, using my bewildered, murderous gaze to virtually dismember me. "The scene of the burning sacred tree was truly spectacular," Zheng Xu said sarcastically. The man immediately gave him an ugly look. So, it's the soul that originally attached itself to the sacred tree and became the "Tree Man"? "This person has no ability to fight back," the wandering spirit added. After linking it to the Tree Man, I was even more certain that their voices were exactly the same; it was just that its speech was much smoother after being separated from its possessor. It seems the previous difficulty in pronunciation was directly affected by the tree's structure? "This information is completely meaningless. We already knew he was a parasite who couldn't survive without help," Zhengxu said bluntly. While it's true, couldn't you at least embellish it a bit? "You're no longer of any use to us, and we've only given you this much assistance. We're even. Go where you belong! Don't expect us to help you anymore," Wolf Brother said. The wandering spirit also vanished without a trace, or perhaps it was just hiding to see how I died? Zhengxu and his brother were here, their presence mingling with the lingering scent of the possessor on the wandering spirit, making it impossible to determine if it was still there. “It’s really unpleasant to be used by lowly wandering spirits!” Zhengxu seemed to say to the air intentionally. “If they weren’t our prey, I really wouldn’t want them to think we’re brainless idiots.” “They’ve probably gone to incite other soul-possessed individuals, right? Wandering spirits who have lost their chance all think the same thing. This is fine, saves them the trouble of running around.” Wolf Brother was quite rational. “Since they can’t be chosen themselves, they can’t stand seeing others do well, and they’re determined to start a war so that more soul-possessed individuals are forced to fight and kill each other.” “If they’re going to die, they’ll drag as many people down with them.” Zhengxu said disdainfully. “Isn’t their ultimate ambition to hope that all soul-possessed individuals are annihilated, and that no one can return safely?” “And that idea of complete annihilation coincides with the Heavenly Realm.” Wolf Brother said. “But I won’t be among the wandering spirits. The more soul-possessed individuals fight, the more dead and wounded there will be, and the faster we’ll achieve our goal.” “That’s right, I will never let my brother become that pathetic.” Zhengxu nodded in agreement. "It's rare to have some 'guidance' tonight; things are much easier now. Let's deal with this guy whose hard shell has been stripped bare first, then we can handle the other two." What to do? What to do? Even if I could outrun Zhengxu, I couldn't outrun that wolf!

It was clear they didn't take me seriously at all, able to talk so much without a care in the world and not be afraid I'd run away. Was I really going to obediently wait to be slaughtered, as they wanted?

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

"Ooh-ee—ee-ee—"

The sirens of fire trucks and ambulances, possibly followed by police cars, made the three of us pause in surprise.

It was probably the towering flames that had alerted the people who thought it was a forest fire, urgently requesting fire trucks to come and extinguish it… The variable that needed time to brew had finally come into play!

What a strange coincidence. If the tree-man hadn't knocked Pluto unconscious, causing Pluto to set the trees on fire, those public officials would never have been able to get to this mountain, indirectly saving my life.

Besides the rescue team, voices began to come from the surrounding area—watching a spectacle is indeed human nature, and this made me think of a way to save myself.

"Wow, there's a newborn wolf cub here! It's so cute, everyone come and see!" I shouted and ran towards the sound.

"Really? Where?" The voices of several girls drifted over from afar, their footsteps quickening.

"Here! Right here!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

While "The Boy Who Cried Wolf!" is a classic line, I'd despise myself for actually shouting it. What I

needed most now was to use the guise of a cute "protected animal" to lure people closer.

Whether it was the truth or not didn't matter; shouting "Fire!" was more effective than catching a thief.

Sure enough, my shout immediately stopped Zhengxu and his wolf brother in their tracks. Since

they weren't following, I continued running.

But after running until they couldn't see me anymore, I didn't rush straight to meet the girls.

No kidding, firstly, I couldn't let more people remember my face, and secondly, there was no "cute little wolf" at all. A girl's resentment was terrifying; why should I let myself be haunted by it?

So I turned and fled in another direction where I couldn't hear any more voices.

Whatever the girls' reaction, whatever the police's investigation of the fire scene, those weren't my concerns anymore.

Before the police investigate the cause of the fire, they'll probably be fretting about how to explain to the public how the uprooted sacred tree was transported to the scene and burned, how the perpetrator did it, and why they did it!

But I think for the police, who find it difficult to publicly attribute the whole incident to a mysterious event, this is destined to add another unsolved case to their list.

The unofficial route wasn't easy to walk on. In the pitch-black night, the ground was covered with a thick layer of dead branches and leaves. On the uneven surface, cold objects would occasionally slide across or jump onto my shoes in damp spots, and I'd hear a "crack!" sound under my feet, but I didn't dare look down.

Finally, after leaving the forest, I could finally catch my breath in the adjacent botanical garden.

But tonight, for some reason, it seemed like fate was jealous of my many helpers and wouldn't let me rest.

A dejected man, who had somehow lost his way with Fal, emerged from not far away in the woods.

"Oh, found him!"

He aimed his gun and fired a shot at me.

I dove into a clump of unknown plants, feeling no pain from being shot, and immediately moved away from the firing range as fast as I could.

Shouldn't Far be nearby? If I called for help, could he take care of the dejected man before he killed me?

Although the fortune teller said I was destined to escape danger, I didn't believe that deliberately exposing myself to danger would guarantee survival. I couldn't take too much risk before confirming Far's exact location, especially since the other man had a gun.

I pushed off with my feet, dashing out of the plants and heading straight for a blind spot where a pistol couldn't aim.

But just as I rounded a sixty-degree turn, I bumped into someone.

"Ah!" We both jumped in surprise.

"Sorry!" I hurriedly apologized to the shadowy figure. Time was of the essence; I couldn't say much more, and it didn't matter if he considered me a rude guy.

But "he" grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go.

"What are you doing here so late?"

Aren't you the same?

Thinking the other person was being nosy, I was about to reply to "him" when I realized it was a girl's voice asking me.

"Can't sleep? Came out for a walk?" It was Fei Yue.

Even if we knew each other, this wasn't the time for conversation, so I quickly said, "Hurry up, there's a gunman behind us!"

She looked puzzled, and her expression became even more confused when the disheveled man caught up with her.

"Hey, big sister! What a coincidence!" Seeing Fei Yue, the disheveled man managed to feign a look of surprise and delight at not seeing her for so long, while the gun was nowhere to be seen, hidden in some pocket, and there wasn't a single threatening object in his hand.

"It's you?" Fei Yue recognized him immediately.

"That young master, for some reason, ran away when he saw me. I saw him lingering suspiciously near the fire scene, and I wanted to ask him if he had seen the murderer, but he just ran all the way here." The disheveled man smoothly fabricated a reason for chasing me.

"I didn't see anything, and I didn't start the fire. I did see you loitering suspiciously near the fire scene. You pulled out a gun and chased me, probably trying to kill me to cover it up!" Anyone can lie.

"Oh, you mean this!" The disheveled man pulled out a pistol from his back waistband, grinning broadly. "It's a fake paintball gun, for self-defense! I'm afraid you might suddenly turn around and attack me!"

He flashed it a few times, then put the gun back on his waistband.

"Since we've misunderstood each other, why don't we find a pavilion to sit down and clear things up? Sister, this might be a bit awkward for you to get involved in. Please step aside so we brothers can talk things out!"

"No, that's a real gun." Fei Yue narrowed her eyes, pushed me behind her, and calmly asked the disheveled man, "I heard the gunshot too. What's your purpose in carrying something so dangerous?"

"It's just a fake for self-defense! I swear to God, it's not for killing anyone

, sister." The disheveled man's attitude was extremely sincere.

I knew this was his true feeling, but it also revealed that he understood my human appearance was just an illusion.

And just as easily distinguishing between ordinary and bulletproof glass, the authenticity of a gun was something a decadent man like him couldn't fool.

"Protecting you from being killed..." Fei Yue suddenly said, "Is that your wish?"

"Wh...what?" I couldn't understand for a moment.

Right, as remorse for killing me, she gave me a wish, but didn't I already use that wish in the school cafeteria?

"If you don't answer, I'll take it as yes."

It seemed she didn't think the wish she made back then counted, and I did look very dangerous now.

"I'm sorry, although we had a brief collaboration on the day of the sports meet, times have changed, and I have to assume you intend to harm my friend." She spoke politely before resorting to force, "No matter what happened, you don't need to worry about what happened before, and I won't show you any mercy."

"No way! Big sister, I'm not a bad person!" The dejected man waved his hands repeatedly, but seeing Fei Yue's hostility, he sighed a few times and said, "Alright, alright, I'll leave. Whether it was that young master who set the fire or not, I won't tell the police."

Whether it was out of fear of Fei Yue's abilities or because he didn't want to reveal his identity, the dejected man easily gave up.

Of course, only tonight.

From tomorrow until the end of the lottery, I guess I have to prepare for a long-term battle! I smiled bitterly.

"Alright, it's okay now." She smiled at me.

"Thank you..." I said thank you, but in my heart I was wondering how Fal was doing. And Zheng Xu, I thought he was probably still wandering around in this area.

Then I asked Fei Yue why she was in the botanical garden so late. It turned out that when she was visiting during the day, Feng Hua lost one of her earrings.

The item wasn't expensive, but the problem was that Lina had just bought it for her today. Half of the gift she had just received was gone, and it would be difficult to explain tomorrow, so she had to look for it. But Feng Hua was terrified of ghosts, so I had to ask her to come out and look for it with me.

"Where's your roommate?" If someone's afraid of ghosts, why split up? Finding a companion would be pointless.

"She's probably with the others," said Fei Yue.

So, the pretty landlady and the others are all around here?

"Uh… what does that earring look like? Can I help look for it too?" I immediately thought of a way to escape, otherwise it would be awkward if Yotsuba and Otoyu ran into me!

"It's a blue butterfly about this big, with a few rhinestones on its wings," Fei Yue gestured with her thumb and forefinger to indicate the approximate size.

"I understand. Let's split up and look," I said.

After she agreed, I deliberately walked into the shadows, casually disappearing from her sight without arousing her suspicion.

However, just when I thought the road was secluded and I could safely escape, Yotsuba and Otoyu came towards me.

"Yotsuba… we seem to have strayed too far from the normal route? Feng Hua's earring couldn't possibly have fallen in a place like this, could it?"

"Huh? But didn't we come here this morning to watch the butterflies collecting nectar?"

"That's at the other end of the botanical garden…"

It was a speechless situation, but my situation was even more speechless.

Although I wanted to bypass them from another direction to avoid disturbing them, that wasn't far from where the dejected man had left. Compared to the gunman, they were the least harmful, and my transformation was nearing its limit; I didn't have time to choose a longer route.

So I bent down and carefully passed in front of them.

"Ah!"

They seemed to see me at the same time, then exchanged a "Huh?" sound.

Whether they recognized me, suspected I was a ghost, or thought I was one of the girls helping to find the earring, it wasn't good for me. I had to avoid appearing in their sight again, because that could be a terrible transformation moment.

I quickened my pace; I believed that even in my weakened state, I wouldn't run slower than them—as long as I was prepared to be sore for a day or two and unable to move.

Perhaps out of consideration for Yin You's stamina, or perhaps because Yotsuba's own stamina was also poor, I didn't see them chasing after me when I looked back from time to time, which was a good thing.

Tonight, I'll find a place where I can transform back into my original form and draw a perfect conclusion!

Just as I was thinking this, my right foot slipped into thin air. Before I could even process it, my left foot, propelled by the forward momentum of my leaning body, lurched forward, and I fell into a pool of icy water.

Liquid poured into my mouth, which was agape in surprise. I choked a few times and tasted water.

Was it a pond?

Perhaps I heard the sound of water. As I sank to a certain depth, pausing briefly before surfacing, I could vaguely see two figures standing on the edge of the pond, even in the darkness.

No, there's no time!

I flailed my arms, trying to sink deeper, but the buoyancy of the water rendered me powerless.

Please, get out of here!

I waved my arms wildly, hoping to grab onto some weeds or trash, but my feet hadn't even touched the bottom. Every grab was empty air.

Whether it was anxiety or the time to transform had run out, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body. My prayers went unanswered; the two girls were still standing quietly on the edge of the pond.

I'm doomed, really doomed!

No matter how much I struggled, the distance I sank and the partial buoyancy offset each other, still pushing me up inch by inch. In less than a minute, my head would be forced to surface.

...What would their reaction be when they saw me?

No, I should say, what kind of me would they see?

Just when I was at my wit's end, I suddenly felt a chill on my ankle, and my heart suddenly turned cold!

It was a hand!

The words "grab and take over" suddenly filled every space in my mind. I never thought this would happen to me, but I'm a dead person! Ghost grabbing ghost shouldn't be possible, right?

Although thanks to the drowned ghost, it was pulling me deeper into the pool, the force gripping my ankle revealed its deep desire to be reincarnated. I struggled to break free from its grasp, but it thought I was trying to escape, so it reached out another hand and grabbed my calf, pulling me down even further with both hands.

I looked up, and the people on the poolside were still vaguely visible.

Now wasn't the time to fight this water ghost, but didn't "it" realize that I'd been submerged for so long without showing any signs of drowning, and wonder if it had grabbed the wrong person?

I looked down to explain, but what I saw was unexpected.

It was a female ghost.

"Xing..." It was Xinghua! The ghost maid from Linxi and Lina's house!

Seeing that I wasn't struggling as fiercely anymore, she released her hand from my calf, gently pressing her index finger to my lips, signaling me to be quiet.

Just then, I felt a binding sensation on both wrists—it turned out that Rihua and Yuehua were also there.

They each grabbed one of my hands. Seeing that I had noticed them, the three of them smiled, but remained silent.

I quietly let them lead me to the other side of the pool, everything proceeding in silence. After getting soaking wet, Xinghua couldn't help but say to me, "Xiao Mo, you were so mean to me!"

"I'm sorry, but thank you both!" I looked towards the bank where I had fallen into the water. Yotsuba and Otoyu were nowhere to be seen, and I slowly transformed back into my massage stick form.

"Not at all, you helped me a lot last time too." Rihua looked at me somewhat awkwardly, "Although I should take you back, but in this state..."

"No, it's okay." I naturally understood what she meant; they were clearly very embarrassed about carrying a massage stick.

"I'll take Xiao Mo back." Xinghua said.

"Then we should also..." After the young Xinghua, who didn't know why I was ashamed of my appearance, volunteered, Rihua and Yuehua had no choice but to join in.

But before they could finish speaking, they were interrupted by approaching footsteps, and in an instant, the three of them disappeared.

I plunged into the bushes. There was no aura of a possessed person on the other side, which was reassuring.

"Xiao Cheng... Yotsuba... where are you?" Sama asked, tears welling up in her eyes, looking around as she walked.

Seeing it was Sama, I was overjoyed and planned to jump out without thinking. But before I could act, a small pebble flew out of nowhere and hit my back, making me realize that I was completely naked.

...Oh no, my cloak is still with that paparazzi!

My joy instantly froze into a block of ice. I'm not a "dwarf" now, just an "electric massage stick." If I just ran up to Sama like this, she would just scream that there was a ghost.

Although she was lost, the sobbing Sama still went back along the way, searching for Feng Hua's lost belongings, which was better than nothing. Originally, this wouldn't have been a problem, but she was unconsciously walking towards me, which was going to cause me a lot of trouble!

I lay down in the grass, trying to cover myself with similar-colored dead leaves as silently as possible. Sama sobbed and approached step by step, not noticing anything wrong on the ground, until she stepped on my back.

"Crack!"

I felt a mountain pressing down on me, but luckily it was the dead branch next to me that broke, not my waist. Just as I mentally cried out, "I'm doomed!", Sama screamed and turned to run away without even lowering her head. She was

probably terrified… Having

narrowly escaped death, I scrambled to my feet, only to find a shimmering butterfly earring lying beside me.

What a stroke of luck!

I picked up the lost item and called out Rihua and the others' names to the air, but perhaps Sama's yang energy had scared them away; after calling for a long time, there was no response.

Oh well, I'll just have to go myself!

Clutching the earring, I cautiously parted the bushes and emerged.

"Sama!"

I'd only taken a couple of steps when a flurry of footsteps unexpectedly approached. Before I could even get back to my original spot, I was kicked in the stomach and sent rolling backward like a ball. "

I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead"—these

three words spun rapidly in my mind along with the changing scenery.

Who was this person? Will they tell everyone about me? What should I do?

In the constantly shifting background of my vision, the other person, having lost their balance after being kicked, stumbled forward like a series of stills.

"Thump!"

Then, the world froze.

Her eyes widened, and so did mine.

The beautiful landlady!

The surprise in her eyes, with each hot breath, seeped into my body, as if she wanted to ask why I was there. But besides the terror of being discovered, and the relief that she would be there, I felt an overwhelming fear, too vast to contain.

My mind was a mess, and hers was undoubtedly blank, because she—had stolen my first kiss!

Please look forward to the exciting conclusion of "Restricted Lovers."

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