C1 (1/2)

I slowly flipped open the broken and yellowed Encyclopedia of Demons and Ghosts, the black cover was covered in thick dust, and the book was sealed with all kinds of strange monsters and ghosts. On the surface, they seem to be living creatures, ready to leap out of the atlas at any moment and then attach themselves to you, sucking up your yang energy.

There were still a few drops of blood on one of the pages, and at the beginning of each page, there were detailed pictures and descriptions. There were many types of ghosts and monsters, and different types of demons and spirits, ranked according to their strength. The last few pages were stained with blood. It was strictly forbidden to summon evil spirits, and because of the vicious aura they carried, they were not allowed to be used. If I want to command all the ghosts in the book, I'll need a very powerful soul force. However, in these sixty years, I've searched the entire Four Great Families, but haven't found any new heirs that can completely control it.

”The things sealed in this book, regardless of whether it is the terrifying demons that possess demonic powers, the evil spirits or the vengeful spirits. Ordinary people should not even dream of having their ghosts listen to them, other than the inheritors or designated Demon Catching Master s. No one else is allowed to come in contact with or flip through them. Otherwise, there will only be one result — death! ”

I first took a cold shower and posted my resume with the automated mass-distribution software. He opened up the game on his computer's desktop just to kill time. After graduating from university, he had been bullied and exploited day and night by this vampire Director Xing for a whole five years. He hadn't had a good rest and took advantage of this time to recuperate.

In the blink of an eye, it was twelve o'clock. I sat in front of my computer and looked around at the small dog kennel, which was about a dozen square meters.

Only now did I realize that my only possessions were the telescope and the old computer on my desk.

My eyes fixed on the high-end apartment across the street, and with a sinister thought, I stubbed out my cigarette and stuffed it into a beer can beside the computer table. I put on a pair of red boxer shorts and jumped onto the balcony with my binoculars and set them up as fast as I could. Then, adjusting my focus, I thought the tour was a little too blatant and inappropriate. I pulled the binoculars back, pulled the curtain between the balcony and the room, turned out the light, and peeped through the glass of the telescope at the high-end apartment across the street.

As I operated the camera, I scanned the screen back and forth. The only thing that made me feel my adrenal glands rise and my male hormones explode was the colorful lingerie on the balcony of the high-end apartment building across the way.

I'm not a pervert, so I feel that peeping through these broken things is too boring. I've patiently searched back and forth a few times, but I still couldn't find anything. I reckon that the people living in the high-end apartments across the way are all northerners, unlike us southerners. Most of the northerners go to bed early, and the nightlife is tedious.

I lit another cigarette and pushed aside the curtain to stand on the balcony. The early autumn night had a slight coolness, and was exceptionally refreshing. After a few puffs of smoke, my eyes were fixed on the European veranda of the high-end apartment building at a forty-five-degree angle.

Then, abruptly, I turned back into the room and looked through the high-powered night-vision goggles left behind by Director Xing, in that direction.

Hehe! There was actually an unexpected discovery, the top quality beauty! Her figure was even better than the island female protagonists. The real important thing was that she … Still not wearing clothes!

I laughed to myself as I adjusted the focal length of the telescope. The other party's body became clearer in my line of sight. In front of the white European-style balcony, a young girl with long hair and a shawl covering her shoulders was stretching her arms and practicing some very simple yoga movements. The young lady is wearing a milky white, short, transparent vest that is similar to her undergarments. The two lumps of energy in front of her chest makes my beast blood boil.

The girl's skin was as white as snow, comparable to the bright moonlight tonight. Her jet black hair was not tied up, but rather hung straight down to her waist. As for faces and faces, I can say without exaggeration that they are the goddesses of all my fellow men!

Here, I would like to give a thumbs-up to the night vision telescope of General Xing — she does not look like a mortal woman at all, but a fairy from the heavens.

As my body grew hotter and hotter, my body, which was only used for dung every day, suddenly remembered its reproductive function as a male.

My throat began to throb, and my neck expanded involuntarily, wishing I could see all the spring sunshine. But at this moment, the goddess opposite him stopped her alluring movements, turned around, and walked into the room.

My heart skipped a beat as a strange, cold sweat ran down my spine. The moment the woman turned around, the outline of her lower body was clearly projected into my eyes. She actually … She actually didn't have a lower body …

That's right! This woman really didn't have a lower body. The area below her waist was completely empty. That is to say, the goddess I see is a demon with half its body suspended in the air. The floating body moved up and down, as though it was an ordinary person who was walking while moving up and down.

I abruptly retreated, and somewhere in my body, something as hard as iron suddenly drooped powerlessly.

The skin that had been burning hot and the pores that had expanded a few seconds ago were also quickly cooling down due to the cold sweat.

Ghost! The first thought that came to my mind was — the ghost of a woman!

I steeled my heart, gritted my teeth, and stepped forward again, trying to search through the telescope.

But the balcony was empty except for the white floral curtains fluttering in the wind. Damn it! The legendary female ghost? Did I fall for the illusion?

I stepped back into the room, lit a cigarette, and puffed on it. The familiar surroundings couldn't make me forget the horror.