Chapter 297

As countless questions flooded Yu Shilang's mind.

One thought surged into his heart with overwhelming intensity.

Zhushi's whereabouts must not be exposed!

We must eliminate this guy!

A flash of killing intent flickered in Yu Shilang's eyes.

He stomped his foot and immediately charged toward him.

Zhushi frowned.

"Yu Shilang, stop!"

I'm sorry, Zhushi, but this time I cannot obey you.

Zhushi's safety is the most important thing.

Yu Shilang rushed forward with determined eyes, his right leg lashing out in a brutal whip kick toward the black-clad youth.

Just as he was about to strike the intruder.

The black-clad youth vanished as if teleporting.

"What?!"

Yu Shilang's eyes narrowed.

The next second.

A hand descended from the air, landing lightly on his shoulder.

Yu Shilang hadn't yet registered what had happened.

With a loud thud!

When he came to his senses again.

He was already kneeling on the ground, his left shoulder shattered, his left arm hanging limp, both knees crushed into fragments against the broken floor.

"!?"

Yu Shilang's eyes widened violently, his pupils trembling as if plunged into ice.

What… just happened?!

"Thank your Zhushi, or you'd already be dead."

The young man's smiling voice echoed beside Yu Shilang's ear.

"Remember not to show killing intent toward strangers again. Zhushi, your Blood Demon Art won't work on me—better not try."

After saying this,

The black-clad youth smiled as he gazed ahead at Zhushi, who was just about to activate her Blood Demon Art.

Zhushi stared at him.

After a few seconds, she lowered her hand, which had been poised to slash her arm.

She sensed the vast gap in strength between them.

"You're clever."

Luo En smiled at Zhushi: "No wonder you escaped from Kibutsuji Muzan. No, demon."

Hearing this,

Yu Shilang's heart shook violently.

Zhushi fixed him with a piercing gaze: "Who exactly are you?"

Luo En looked at her and smiled: "I'm Luo En, an ordinary traveler."

Zhushi stared at him, stunned.

Yu Shilang cried out anxiously: "Zhushi, don't trust him—he's surely sent by Kibutsuji Muzan! You must flee now!"

Zhushi shook her head: "Muzan would never ally with humans."

Just as a person cannot remember how many slices of bread they've eaten in their lifetime.

Muzan hides among humans, but if anyone learns his identity, they are either killed or turned into a demon.

He could never consort with humans, whom he sees as prey and inferior creatures.

"And…"

Zhushi lifted her gaze to the black-clad youth before her: "This guest has no killing intent—if he did, we'd already be dead."

"But…"

Yu Shilang wanted to say more.

Luo En cut him off: "I'm a guest, after all. Leaving me outside like this isn't very hospitable—why not come inside for some tea?"

Zhushi studied him for two seconds, then stepped forward into the mansion's entrance, opened the door, and said: "Please enter."

Luo En followed her inside without hesitation.

As he crossed the threshold, Luo En glanced back at Yu Shilang, whose knees were still repairing and who couldn't rise, and deliberately smiled at him before closing the door.

"Zhushi…sir…"

Yu Shilang stared blankly at the closed door, recalling the black-clad youth's deeply meaningful smile—and now, the fact that the two were alone inside—his mind could not help but conjure a terrifying suspicion.

"C, could it be…?"

"Is that guy's real goal Zhushi's beautiful body?!"

Yu Shilang stared at the mansion ahead, images flooding his mind—his pupils dilated instantly, his heart trembling violently.

"No!!!"

…

Inside the house.

Luo En, who had sat down in the chair and taken the teacup Tamaichi handed him, heard that shrill cry from outside and could not help the corner of his mouth curving up.

Interesting.

Tamaichi's pair of gentle, watery large eyes quietly watched him: "Yushiro is a child who cares a great deal about my safety. If his actions just now offended you, Tamaichi will offer apologies on his behalf here."

Luo En looked at her and smiled: "Young Lady Tamaichi, don't worry. I'm not that petty a person either. I won't take that kind of small matter too seriously."

He took a sip of tea and said: "At most I'll just play a good prank on him. He might get a little hurt, but for a demon it should heal pretty quickly, right?"

"Is that so…"

Tamaichi heard this and felt slightly relieved.

The two of them were silent for a few seconds.

Luo En broke the quiet, smiling at Tamaichi: "Young Lady Tamaichi, you should still have something you want to ask me, right? Go ahead and ask. I'll answer you as I see fit."

Tamaichi raised her eyes to look at the mysterious and powerful young man in black before her, her rosy cherry lips parting slightly, and asked a question:

"Mr. Luo En, just who exactly are you?"

"An ordinary human with nothing to do, a traveler wandering the four corners."

"How on earth do you know this place, and know about me?"

"Naturally I have my own methods."

"Then what is your purpose in coming here?"

"If I said it was because I was bored and wanted to find some fun… would you believe it?"

"…"

Tamaichi, hearing this answer, was momentarily struck dumb, not knowing what to say in reply.

"Besides finding something interesting to do, I also have some matters I'd like to trouble you with."

Luo En took a sip of tea, looked at Tamaichi before him and smiled: "As repayment, I'll also tell you some intelligence about Kibutsuji Muzan."

Tamaichi's eyes instantly sharpened.

7. Better leave it for you all to kill yourselves.

"Lady Tamaichi!"

Yushiro, who had just recovered enough to move, anxiously flung open the door.

Tamaichi, dressed in a kimono, dignified and beautiful, was sitting at the table,

while that detestable fellow sat slouching and casual opposite Lady Tamaichi, one hand propping up his cheek, a detestable smile on his face, and raised a hand in greeting toward him.

"Yo~"

Yo— my ass!

Yushiro, his heart full of grievance and fury toward him, completely ignored him.