How to Handle a Sickly Yandere Demon God - Chapter 11

Half an hour earlier.

In a corner of the village.

An unidentified object lay scattered on the ground, fluttering in the wind. It was thin like a sheet of paper, yet one end of it was the upper body of a human. At that moment, black fluid was gushing from the seven orifices of the human face, and the fluid seemed to have a consciousness of its own, drilling into the seven orifices of another person lying nearby.

Before long, the upright human body deflated, merging with the “paper” on the ground to form a complete human skin. The person on the ground suddenly regained consciousness, staggering as they straightened up. Just as they were about to leave, they abruptly noticed Xiao Hei sitting not far away, observing the scene.

Xiao Hei had already resumed his human form. The moment the demon saw him, it knelt down just as it had before, burying its head deeply in the ground, not daring to rise for a long time.

During their last encounter, he had been certain that the demon recognized him, but it seemed unable to understand his questions, only kowtowing incessantly, which irritated him.

Fortunately, he had not resorted to extreme measures in the end, sparing its life.

Xiao Hei crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly, as if intrigued. “Didn’t you borrow some techniques from me a few days ago? Why resort to such a clumsy method to enhance your cultivation now?”

The demon trembled, then shook violently.

“Oh~ so the borrowed techniques can only be used once,” Xiao Hei exclaimed, as if having a sudden realization, like a child. “I thought you were quite impressive, able to turn attacks to your advantage. But now it seems you’re nothing special.”

As if to prove something, the demon opened its mouth wide and emitted a strange, low hum. The demonic energy in the surroundings intensified abruptly, a thousand times stronger than what he had sensed before entering the village.

Xiao Hei suddenly laughed. “Not bad, you can understand human speech now. Then, do you remember my previous question?”

The demon lifted its head slightly, nodded heavily, and then lowered it again.

“Then answer one for me,” Xiao Hei stood up. “For example, who am I?”

The demon trembled even more violently, burying its head deeper but uttering not a single word.

His gaze turned abruptly cold. “What? After devouring over two hundred people, you still can’t even speak?”

The demon trembled even more intensely, slamming its head violently against the ground. After just a few impacts, the human face was shattered, revealing a thick, black fluid.

Xiao Hei stepped forward, placing his foot on the demon’s head. “Are the people in this village enough for you?”

“If they’re not, you don’t deserve to live.”

The demon’s hand suddenly moved, sketching on the ground, vaguely forming the shape of a deer.

“Is this the beast in the village?” So, Xu Xingxing was right.

“Not stupid. Eating this beast would be more useful than devouring an entire city’s population.”

The image of Xu Xingxing’s earnest face appeared in his mind. He had been quite puzzled at the time, how did she know there was a spiritual beast here without even entering the village?

Just like when she had saved him initially, descending from the sky in his moment of peril. In that vast forest, she had come straight toward him without the slightest deviation.

As if she could sense it, or as if someone had told her.

How had he ended up in this dog’s body? Could he find the answer from her?

He suppressed his smile and looked down at the demon. “Then hurry up and eat it. Why waste time on mere human lives?”

Watching the demon’s body shaking like a sieve, he asked, “Don’t tell me you can’t defeat it?”

“Trash.”

Looking at this foolish demonic creature, he lifted his foot and said, “Then let me help you one more time.”

[A critically injured spirit beast lies a thousand meters ahead. Host, please proceed to rescue it.]

The sudden alarm from the Hundred Beasts Tome echoed in her mind. Xu Xingxing’s pupils contracted sharply as she stared at Xiao Hei across the lake, a chill rising in her heart.

She shouldn’t have trusted him so easily!

Dropping all pretense, she left Qi Danxuan and the others behind and flew toward the location guided by the Hundred Beasts Tome.

Though she moved swiftly, her thoughts were in turmoil. One moment she blamed the Hundred Beasts Tome for not revealing the exact location earlier, only instructing her to search within the village. The next, she wondered why Xiao Hei, who supposedly only held hostility toward humans and cultivators, would harm an innocent spirit beast.

Moving at extreme speed, she arrived at a cave in mere moments.

What she saw sent a bone-deep chill through her entire body. A twisted humanoid figure was crouched on the ground, its head buried in the white deer’s neck, emitting wet, chewing sounds.

The white deer lay in a pool of its own blood, eyes rolled back, blood-flecked foam bubbling from its mouth. Its breathing was shallow, only exhales, no inhales, clearly suffering immensely.

Her chest tightened with suffocating anger. She lunged forward and kicked the creature away. The demonic entity instantly froze into ice before shattering, leaving behind scattered black residue.

By then, Xiao Hei had already followed her to the cave entrance. Bathed in moonlight with his face shrouded in shadow, he gazed at the white deer now cradled in Xu Xingxing’s arms and remarked in an airy tone, “It’s still breathing.”

Xu Xingxing desperately wanted to scream at him, but she couldn’t spare the energy.

When she had healed Xiao Hei earlier, the Hundred Beasts Tome had rewarded her with two beast coins. Now, for finding the white deer, she received another coin, just enough to exchange for a bottle of medicinal powder called Instant Wound Recovery.

With lightning speed, she made the exchange and sprinkled the powder over the deer’s nearly severed throat, anxiously awaiting the result.

Fortunately, the deer still clung to life, and the medicine, being a product of the Hundred Beasts Tome, began gradually healing the grievous wound.

So focused was she on watching the injury heal that she didn’t notice when Xiao Hei crouched beside her.

“This medicine is remarkably effective,” he commented lightly, as if discussing trivial matters. “It can even restore such a fatal injury. Just like that knockout drug you produced out of nowhere, both work impressively well.”

So that was it.

He had always been suspicious of her, or rather, had never truly let his guard down around her.

Of course, he despised human cultivators, and she was one herself. From the moment he saw her in the forest, he had wanted her dead. Even after she healed him, he maintained deep distrust toward her.

But she was the complete opposite. Perhaps the favorable impression left by Uncle Hei had been too strong, she never attributed the worst intentions to him. She always thought his tragic past excused his mischievous nature, and she genuinely believed remnants of goodness remained in his heart.

Yet the scene she had just witnessed struck her like a physical blow. His tragic past was real, but so was the danger he posed now.

Staring at the bloodstains still visible on the white deer, she felt utterly weary. She had always loathed scheming and manipulation, let alone when it came from her own destined spirit beast.

“So, you gambled with this deer’s life… just to test me?” Xu Xingxing asked coldly.

“Yes.” Xiao Hei showed no intention of evasion. “I’ve never been able to figure out how you pinpointed my location from the very beginning. Though I was severely injured, I was still quite vigilant.”

“Is that all?” Seeing the white deer’s wounds nearly healed, Xu Xingxing turned to the person beside her. “What else are you curious about? Feel free to ask everything.”

Xiao Hei was momentarily taken aback by her straightforward gaze.

“Ask your questions quickly. You don’t need to use anyone or anything as an excuse, nor waste effort probing my background. Today, as long as you ask, I will answer everything. However,” Xu Xingxing’s tone shifted, “could you move a little farther away from me now? The sight of you annoys me.”

Xiao Hei’s red lips curved slightly, and he obediently shifted to the side before voicing all his doubts: “Where did you get the knockout drug back then, and the medicinal powder now? How do you know the locations of spirit beasts? How were you able to bring the white deer back to life? If you already had this ability, why did you use it as a pretext to form a beast contract with me? Could it be…” Could it be that you are the one who turned me into a Huo Dou?

Seeing him pause, Xu Xingxing grew impatient. “Why did you stop?”

Xiao Hei raised an eyebrow. “I’m finished.”

She stroked the white deer’s now fully healed neck, watching its breathing even out, then raised her hand and sealed the cave entrance with ice.

“I can’t remember all the questions you asked. Since that’s the case,” Xu Xingxing walked over to Xiao Hei and crouched down in front of him, “why don’t you take a look inside my consciousness? You’ll understand everything then.”

Xiao Hei hadn’t expected her to say this. His body stiffened abruptly, and he found himself at a loss for words as Xu Xingxing leaned in, her forehead pressing against his.

Her warm forehead lightly touched his, her curled eyelashes fluttering faintly before his eyes. Her rosy lips were so close that if they moved any nearer, her delicate nose would almost brush against the bridge of his.

Perhaps because he was currently in the form of a dog, even the slightest scents were magnified. Now, her presence enveloped him, filling his surroundings and even his chest, leaving him frozen, unsure how to react.

“Huh?”

The woman straightened slightly, touched her own forehead, then gently pressed his, her tone tinged with reproach. “This is how it’s done. Focus, will you?”

He became aware of his own flustered state and quickly composed himself. Just as he managed to calm his mind, she leaned in again, and in his panic, he was drawn into her consciousness.

This was Xu Xingxing’s first time inviting someone into her consciousness. It felt like welcoming a guest into her home, but she was still angry, so she spoke stiffly, “Take a look for yourself. If you have any questions, ask me later.”

Her consciousness was an endless sea of flowers, above which a book hung in the air, its pages turning as if stirred by an unfelt breeze.

As Xiao Hei approached the book and reached out to touch it, a sharp pain shot through his fingertips, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

“Only I can touch this thing.”

Xu Xingxing extended her hand, and the pages of the book unfurled like a scroll. Pointing to the illustration of the Huo Dou on the first page, she said, “This is you.”

“It told me how to find you. The drug that knocked you out was given to me by it. Saving spirit beasts comes with rewards. You were the first, so without forming a beast contract, I couldn’t save your life. Any other questions?”

Xiao Hei looked at the recorded spirit beasts and their traits in the book, over five hundred in total. Only his and the white deer’s illustrations were vibrant with color; the rest of the pages remained gray and faded.

“Who put this booklet here?”

Xu Xingxing pondered for a moment. “A deity?”

Xiao Hei neither confirmed nor denied it, continuing his inquiry. “Is this your responsibility?”

“You could say that.”

“What happens after it’s completed?”

“I don’t know either,” Xu Xingxing replied. “Any more questions?”

Xiao Hei shook his head, smiling as he asked, “Do you often bring people into your sea of consciousness?”

“Not at all, you’re the first.” Xu Xingxing had already settled on the ground, surrounded by clusters of flowers. Her mood had lightened somewhat, a rare occurrence. She looked up at him and said, “Since you’re done asking questions, it’s my turn now.”