Chapter 165 (1/2)

Raising her eyes and glancing at the door, Vivian asked, “Who’s that?”

Hao Ren found it inconvenient when visitors dropped in. The strange occupants of the house had gotten used to discreetness and privacy. They did not have to hide their identities. Back home, Lily’s tail and ears could get out for some fresh air; during the summer time, Vivian would revert to her original form to cool down the house; during the cold days, it was Y’zaks’ turn to warm up the house with his demon flames and Nangong Wuyue would raise the humidity with her power. No matter which one, it was not a scene appropriate for public display. Yet when someone did drop by, Hao Ren had no choice but have Lily retract her ears and tail, put the little mermaid back into the pot and have Nangong Wuyue keep an eye on her after which he would only open the door.

But the moment he opened the door, he realized he was just being too nervous: the person who stood outside was none other than Nangong Sanba.

He was still wearing his black wind coat and a harmless smile on his face. “Haha, it’s me again. I’ve come to say goodbye to my sister, I’ll be off this afternoon. The Russian client wants me there quick.”

Hao Ren thought the dude’s timing was too perfect but he did not say it. He let Nangong Sanba in and said, “Vivian, we’ve got another guest joining our lunch. And Lily, you can keep wagging your tail.”

“I’d prefer you just calling me Nangong…” Nangong Sanba said awkwardly as he followed Hao Ren in. He remembered telling Hao Ren the same thing the day before. He came to realize that today was very lively with two strangers in the midst. He nodded at them. “It seems I’ve come at a bad time.”

“Oh come on, stop pretending.” Hao Ren could almost read his mind. He patted Nangong Sanba on the back. “I didn’t act as a good host last night. If you don’t mind, please join us today. Treat this as a farewell lunch. You may sit next to your sister.”

Right when Nangong Sanba marched towards them, Bluphlei suddenly slammed the table and jumped to his feet. He transformed into a blanket of black fog and re-emerged from a corner of the living room. His voice was like thunder. “Demon hunter?!”

The loud bang frightened Lil Pea. She jumped out of her pot and into the arms of Nangong Wuyue, letting out a shrill cry. Nangong Wuyue tried to comfort her as she waved her hand.

Blushedt had also transformed into a blanket of black fog, retreating into a corner. In an instant, they turned into beasts, ready to pounce on Nangong Sanba. Nangong Sanba was stunned for a moment before a sense of aggressiveness hit him. With years of experience under his belt, he drew out a rune card and a mini crossbow from under his coat, swiftly as if out of instinct. Vivian saw the impending conflict; she quickly shapeshifted into a vampire and intervened. Things quickly went south: Lil Pea cried non-stop while Lily choked on a mouthful of food. Hao Ren pulled Nangong behind him — he realized that he had neglected something: the two werewolves had not been informed yet.

The whole house was in chaos. Lil Pea’s cries had turned into what sounded like a four-beat aria. What a musical talent from a week-old mermaid. But who the f*ck cared now? Cold sweat trickled down Hao Ren’s back like ice water. Everything was fine before Nangong and the two werewolves met. He did not see it coming. He yelled out loud, “Stop! Calm down! He’s not an enemy!”

Vivian kept exhaling a draft of chill air mixed with ice flakes into the living room. The temperature instantly dropped to minus zero territory. The extreme cold was not harmful. It only cooled the heads of the two werewolves—it was a trick Vivian used to divert their attention. Meanwhile, Y’zaks pointed at the two werewolves and Nangong Sanba respectively using his finger. As three faint beams of grey light hit the three of them, the werewolves’ Dark Fog and the rune card in Nangong Sanba’s hand lost their shine. It was the demon’s signature skill, ‘One-Finger Crippling Touch’—it could disable, remove, or weaken magic and cause short-term unconsciousness. Although it would not last, it was the best for the circumstance.

Y’zaks knew what he was doing. He would not f*ck up by using ‘One-Finger Death Touch’ instead.

Cold wind was still blowing in the living room but, both sides had now calmed down. Y’zaks looked at them with a broad smile on his face. Then in a mild tone, he said, “Let’s sit down and eat. Landlord you gotta introduce them to each other.”

His voice was calm as usual as if nothing had ever happened. He was always the one with the coolest head around.