Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 150

Chapter 150

The ashen sky was gradually darkening.

Night was about to descend upon the color-faded Blood Curse Town.

Beili reached out and pulled the quilt over the Black Lamb to cover it up-the creature had followed her all the way from the Imperial Palace just to beg for a concentrated healing potion-and then she walked over to the window.

The third floor appeared to be the highest level of any building in Blood Curse Town. Looking out from the window, she could overlook nearly half the town.

A layer of ashen mist drifted between the scattered houses in the distance. As the light dimmed, the mist grew denser, looking like a town submerged in a white lake.

The town streets were silent. Not a single cat or dog could be seen; there weren’t even any crows, let alone rats.

Nearby, on the street in front of the hostel, a few people were standing in the open space.

Her crimson gaze dropped toward them.

She had originally thought that after she had corroded their eyes, those people would have learned their lesson and left tactfully. At the very least, they should have gone to a pharmacy to treat their injured eyes; that was what any normal person would do.

But they hadn’t. They were still standing there.

With hunched backs and hands covering their eyes, they let out intermittent, mournful wails, yet they still refused to leave.

Furthermore, Beili was surprised to find that several more people had joined the original group.

They all tilted their heads back, staring blankly toward the window of her room.

A cold light flashed through her red eyes. Her lips curled slightly as she reached out to open the window just a crack.

“Go. Use the same method to give those newcomers a lesson.”

As soon as the girl spoke, the Morpho Butterflies guarding the window immediately flapped their blue-green wings, trailing a wisp of black mist as they flew down.

A few seconds later, they flew back through the gap in the window.

Before a new round of screams could erupt, Beili shut the window.

She raised a hand to stroke the Little Scythe pendant around her neck, which was rapidly feeding Mana back to her. Beili sighed inwardly-

‘You’d better actually have something to show for this, kid, since you instigated me to stay in this godforsaken place.’

…

Remembering that she had spent some time in the cemetery during the day, Beili went to the bathroom for a quick wash before heading to bed. She changed into a simple black gown without any patterns or decorations.

After drying her hair, she let it fall loosely behind her.

Two Morpho Butterflies picked up a wooden comb and helped her smooth out her curly, silver-gray hair.

She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed.

Though the quilt and pillows were new, the bed slats underneath were quite old. When she climbed onto the bed, it let out a series of fragile, creaking groans.

The Black Lamb seemed to have been woken up. It burrowed around under the quilt until it reached the girl’s side.

First, it leaned against her, lying quietly for a few seconds, then it rested its chin on her lap.

Then, it slowly and stealthily crawled up further.

Finally, it curled into a black donut shape and rested its head on her warm abdomen.

While the Black Lamb was performing this series of movements, Beili had already taken out a parchment notebook and a quill from her Spatial Bracelet.

Holding the quill, she lowered her head slightly, her red eyes focused as she scribbled away, trying her best to record the images and dialogue she had seen in her dream.

In the absence of a clear prophecy, Beili could only try to find valuable clues within the minutiae, so that the next time she reported her mission progress… she would at least have something to say.

So, when the Black Lamb moved around, she only let out an impatient “Hey!” without throwing it off the bed. She even used it as a cushion to rest her parchment notebook on.

Having finally found the most comfortable position, the Black Lamb ignored the girl’s impatient tone, gently closed its golden eyes, and began to doze.

…

When night had fully fallen.

The only light source in the entire room was an old kerosene lamp.

Beili had lit it early, only to realize speechlessly that the light emitted by the kerosene lamp was even weaker than the blue-green glow from the Morpho Butterflies she had summoned to guard the door and window.
Recalling the images from her dream, Beili gripped her quill and moved it across the parchment notebook, leaving behind smooth, flowing lines of black ink.

She was halfway through writing when the Scythe Pendant on her necklace seemed to sense something. Before she could even issue a command, it detached itself impatiently from the thin gold chain.

It floated toward the window.

Tap, tap. It bumped gently against the glass over and over.

The bone structure collided with the glass, producing a faint, crisp clicking sound.

It clearly wanted to go out.

Beili noticed this. She pursed her lips slightly, set the curled-up Black Lamb aside, and sat on the edge of the bed to put on her shoes.

She put them on because she was worried the Black Bone Scythe might want to go somewhere far and insist she follow. To prevent such a situation, she needed to be prepared.

But as she leaned over to tie her shoes, she thought she heard strange noises coming from the stairs and the hallway.

They were moving slowly from downstairs to the upper floor, drawing closer.

It sounded like someone was coming up.

However, it wasn’t the rhythmic creaking of footsteps; it was a rapid, buzzing sound of wings flapping.

Buzz-

Buzz-

Finally, the strange sound reached her door and suddenly went silent.

An unsettling, dead silence fell over the area outside the room.

Beili’s movements paused for a moment. Her gaze swept across the two-finger-wide gap at the bottom of the door, seeing only the pitch-black darkness of the hallway.

Yet, something-an object resembling an earthworm-seemed to be trying to probe its way in through the crack.

It caused the edge of the door to show faint, undulating, distorted lines.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her deep red eyes flickered. After a second of rapid thought, Beili finished putting on her shoes, scooped up the Black Lamb from the bed, and strode to the door.

Decisively, she placed it between the door and the floor, plugging the gap.

Then, she hurried to the window and grabbed the Little Scythe that was still tapping against the glass, transforming it into its massive weapon form.

“Baa-”

Behind her, the Black Lamb let out a protest from beneath the door.

But the culprit who had heartlessly abandoned it on the decaying wooden floor was clearly too preoccupied to respond.

Her jewel-like red eyes and all her attention had been captured by the figures outside the window.

The blue-green glow emitted by the Morpho Butterflies inside the room illuminated the people outside.

Well… perhaps they could still be called people.

Their mouths, filled with sharp and sparse teeth, hung with long proboscises. Their already protruding eyes had grown even larger and more prominent, occupying nearly two-thirds of their faces and even covering their cheekbones.

The surfaces of those large, bulging eyeballs were densely packed with pupils, resembling the compound eyes of a mosquito.

Transparent wings, identical in shape to a mosquito’s, had even sprouted from their backs, making a distinct buzzing sound as they vibrated.

Only their faded, old clothes allowed Beili to recognize them as the residents who had been standing in the clearing earlier.

Separated by a window, she watched them, and they watched her.

As if wary of something, they did not smash through the window to break into the room, yet they were covetous and refused to leave.

But rather than wariness, Beili was more inclined to believe these grotesque-looking people were waiting.

Waiting for more of their kind to gather outside the window or the door before swarming her. Or perhaps, waiting for their leader to appear and give the order to attack.

The worst-case scenario was both.

“Is this your ‘more abundant Mana when night falls’?”

Beili tightened her grip on the Black Bone Scythe and sighed softly.

As if in response, the Black Bone Scythe released a slight, excited pulse of Mana in her hand. Along with this ripple of power, wisps of black mist, as thick as ink, rapidly swirled around it.