Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 21

Beili withdrew her gaze and slowly opened the door to the attic room.

What appeared before her eyes was no longer the descending staircase, but a long, seemingly endless and extremely old corridor.

Countless doors lined both sides of the corridor in neat rows. Each door was different in shape and material, and every door had a nameplate hanging on it.

Beili immediately turned back to look at the attic room’s door.

There was also a nameplate hanging on it, with the name ‘Bartholomew Constance.’

Leaving the attic room.

Beili walked along the corridor, observing as she went. She had only walked a short distance before stopping, her gaze fixed on the nameplate of one door.

A familiar name-‘Lisa Fran.’

Beili gently pushed open that door, and the scene before her eyes changed instantly. A magnificent castle appeared.

Decorated with countless ribbons and garlands, a grand wedding was underway.

The bride was Lisa, dressed in a white gown, dreamy and ethereal.

Beside her, the groom gazed at her with a gentle smile.

The groom’s figure seemed familiar. Beili stepped closer and recognized the groom as Messenger Yue.

Lisa and Messenger Yue were exchanging vows. Then, the two touched foreheads and kissed each other affectionately.

Beili saw a look of happiness on Lisa’s face, as if this was the happiest moment of her life.

The crowd applauded, sending their best wishes to the newlyweds.

Suddenly, Lisa on the stage looked toward Beili.

“Bartholomew, dear friend, you must catch my bouquet!”

Lisa smiled, her voice filled with joy.

Beili hadn’t figured out what was happening, but upon hearing Lisa’s words, she was slightly stunned. Then, nodding, she responded, “O-okay…”

Then a bouquet decorated with white gauze was thrown out.

The bouquet arced through the air.

Beili instinctively reached out to catch it. The bouquet landed in her arms, but it felt unusually heavy, like a solid leather ball.

Beili looked down.

Among the fresh flowers of the bouquet, there was a human head.

Under the light of the wedding hall, the head in the bouquet appeared eerily pale and ashen.

The expression on the face was twisted in pain.

Beili instinctively felt that the hair on the head in the bouquet looked familiar; she must have seen it at Holy Island Academy.

But in an instant, her heartbeat seemed to stop, and fear spread from the soles of her feet to her entire body.

Beili screamed, throwing the bouquet far away from her.

The chill and horrifying sensation still lingered faintly on her fingers.

She couldn’t stay even a second longer. She turned and yanked open the door, fleeing the room without looking back.

Back in the corridor.

Beili leaned against the cold wall of the corridor, her heart still pounding wildly.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. It took a long time before she gradually recovered.

Could it be that behind this door was Lisa’s dream?

And now, she could enter other people’s dreams through each door in the corridor?

With this speculation, Beili wiped the thin cold sweat from her forehead, took a deep breath, and continued walking forward.

She walked along the endless corridor, observing the nameplates hanging on the doors as she went.

Soon, Beili stopped again in front of another door.

This time, the nameplate read-“First Floor of the Library Building.”

No one would be named “First Floor of the Library Building,” so this corridor could lead not only to other people’s dreams, but also to other spaces with doors.
A surge of delight rose in her heart, swiftly covering the fear she had felt before.

With a bold guess in mind, Beili hurriedly opened the door and stepped inside.

The scene before her was identical to the first floor of the library building in reality, except the staircase leading to the second floor had vanished.

Her guess confirmed, Beili quickly retreated from the door.

If there was a door called “Library Building First Floor,” there must be one called “Library Building Second Floor,” and perhaps she could even find a “Library Building Third Floor” door here!

Her steps quickened, her gaze sweeping rapidly to both sides.

Her shoes sounded against the old wooden floorboards.

It didn’t take long before she found a door with a plaque engraved “Library Building Second Floor.”

Beili pushed the door open and glanced inside, and sure enough, she saw identical bookshelves, the familiar scent of books mingling with the woody aroma in the air.

Closing the door in her hand, she quickened her pace, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the third floor.

Suddenly, a strange door appeared in her field of vision.

It stood in stark contrast to the surrounding wooden doors-a deep, profound black, as if a cold, dark aura was seeping out from its cracks.

It seemed almost made just for her, radiating an alluring presence.

Beili was instantly captivated by the door with just one glance.

She stopped to observe it closely, noticing there was no plaque on the door.

No doorframe, no lock-just a simple, solid slab of black wall.

Like a fissure into the abyss, unfathomably deep.

A powerful feeling seemed to be summoning her to approach.

At the same time, the door seemed to grow larger in Beili’s eyes, its surroundings warping.

She reached out, and as soon as her hand touched the door, the scene before her spun abruptly.

When the dizziness and weightlessness faded, she found herself in an unfamiliar place.

Darkness surrounded her, carrying a damp, chilling air.

A faint glow of fire flickered, and someone was speaking…

“I didn’t bring any food, only a piece of candy. Here, are you cold? Do you have any wounds?” It was the voice of a Young Woman.

“…Th-thank you.”

The other voice belonged to a young man.

The two were talking, and their voices sounded familiar.

The Young Woman seemed worried, explaining, “My servant was locked up for making a mistake. I was afraid she’d go hungry and catch cold at night, so I gave her all the food and clothes I brought…”

“It’s o-okay… cough… because my fr-friend came… to find me,” the young man said.

“Friend?”

The Young Woman repeated his words in confusion, then asked after a moment, “Where is your friend?”

“In… in my… my hand,” the young man replied.

The firelight suddenly surged toward her, making her eyes sting.

The Young Woman exclaimed in surprise, “Oh, so the friend you mentioned is a Butterfly…”

Beili looked toward the glow and saw a familiar pink figure.

Clear eyes like a deer’s gazed down, curiously watching her.

A cold hand gently brushed Beili’s back, and the young man let out a brief, low laugh.

He said, “Y-yes.”