TSFLIP Chapter 646

Feng Guang decided to ignore the fact that he had directly called the King of Hell by name and instead asked, “You said I resemble someone he used to know—who was that person to him?”

Her first guess was also a lover, but based on Ao Ye’s expression at the time, aside from excitement and longing, there hadn’t seemed to be any trace of romantic affection.

“No matter who that person was to him, it has nothing to do with you,” Nai He replied. “For the next few days, you’ll stay here. Remember—after the Xu hour each day—around 7 to 9 p.m.—you’re to stay in your room. Do not come out.”

“What kind of rule is that?”

“It’s my rule.” Nai He pointed casually at a door. “That room is yours. If you don’t want me to kick you out, I suggest you follow my rules.”

With that, he walked into his room.

“So unreasonable…” Feng Guang muttered to herself. It wasn’t just Nai He—even Meng Po, the King of Hell… everyone in this underworld seemed completely absurd. First, she had been dragged to Meng Po’s house out of nowhere, and now she’d ended up at Nai He’s place just as randomly.

Come to think of it, ever since she’d arrived in the underworld, every step of her “life” had been arranged by others. For a ghost, she was living anything but freely.

Still, Feng Guang went along with Nai He’s arrangement and stayed in the house. She also followed his instructions—come at Xu hour (around 8 or 9 p.m.), she would remain in her room without stepping outside.

But Nai He had overlooked one thing—she suffered from insomnia. She had only just gotten used to Meng Po’s bed, and now she had to adjust to a new room all over again.

It wasn’t until very late—probably around eleven or midnight—that she finally started to feel sleepy. Just as she was about to drift off into dreamland, a loud bang jolted her awake.

Startled, all her drowsiness vanished. She got out of bed and lit a candle, about to open the door, when she suddenly remembered Nai He’s warning. She paused, thinking it over, then decided it was best to listen to him. If he told her not to leave the room, she wouldn’t. But… that didn’t mean she couldn’t ask.

“Nai He… are you there?”

Of course, there couldn’t be thieves in the underworld. So if there was a noise, it could only have come from Nai He.

After a long moment, a voice came from outside the door. “I’m here.”

“What happened?”

“I accidentally bumped into the table.”

“Hey, Nai He… don’t lie to me…” She could hear something off in his voice. Concerned, she placed both hands on the door. “Did something happen? Are you in trouble?”

“No…” Nai He replied, then added, “Don’t come out.”

He told her not to come out, which meant, of course, she had to come out.

Feng Guang decisively flung the door open. At the exact moment her door opened, she also heard another door closing. In the dim moonlight filtering through the window, she saw, just before Nai He’s door shut, a black serpent tail sliding across the floor—and the table in the living room had been knocked over.

A snake demon!?

Feng Guang didn’t have time to think—if Nai He had been ambushed by a snake demon and got injured, she had to help! Fueled by sudden adrenaline, she rushed over and, with strength she didn’t know she had, kicked open his door. At the same time, she summoned a long sword glowing with a sharp, ghostly blue light. She shouted, “Bold snake demon! Prepare to die!”

But the moment she saw what was inside, the sword slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor.

There was a man—or more accurately, a male demon—curved up in the corner of the room, clearly in pain. Feng Guang hadn’t recognized him as a demon from a spiritual sense alone—it was obvious because the lower half of his body was a long, black serpent tail.