He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

The women tilted their heads, their featureless faces facing the white wolf.

After a brief pause, the one in front tentatively took a step forward.

The white wolf bared its teeth, letting out a low growl.

The woman paused for a moment, then continued crawling forward.

It's even faster than before.

The women in red who had been watching behind them seemed to have received a signal and moved at the same time.

A few were hanging upside down on the ceiling, a few were crawling sideways on the wall, and the ones on the ground were facing each other.

The red tide surged in from all directions, and the sound of fingernails scraping cement was like hundreds of knives rubbing against a whetstone at the same time.

White Wolf's pupils contracted; he had no way out.

That damn door behind me is still closed.

A woman swooped down from the ceiling and climbed onto his back, her ten fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulder blades like iron hooks.

He ripped open her chest cavity with a backhand swipe; there was no blood, only a stream of cold, black mist gushing from the wound.

Another wolf pounced from the side and bit his left arm, its fangs piercing through the fur and embedding themselves in the muscle.

The third one grabbed his right leg, and the fourth one choked his throat from the front.

The white wolf roared and shook off the one on its throat, swatted the one on its left arm away with a paw, and turned around to bite off the spine of the one behind it.

She was thrown out and knocked down several birds that were pouncing on her from the front.

But there are too many.

He had just cleared a small patch of land when another wave surged up, layer upon layer, like red waves crashing against the rocks.

His vision was filled with red clothes, and all he could hear were the cracking sounds of bones dislocating and the screeching of fingernails scraping the ground.

Just then, a crisp mechanical click came from behind.

Click.

The lock cylinder popped open.

My natal flying sword!!! You've finally come in handy!! The door is open!

Overjoyed, the white wolf forced back the three women in red in front of it with a single claw, then turned and charged towards the door.

The light shining through the crack in the door looked like the entrance to heaven in the darkness.

He took three steps in one, his right claw already reaching for the doorknob.

The small peach wood sword glanced back at the surging red tide, and then bounced up as if its feathers had been bristled.

With a whoosh, he slipped through the crack in the door, his movements fluid and seamless. Then, with a flick of his sword hilt, he slammed the door shut behind him.

Click.

The lock cylinder returned to its original position.

The white wolf slammed its head against the iron gate.

"Open the door!! Open the door!! I haven't left yet!!"

The flying sword became increasingly panicked on the other side of the door. But in its extreme panic, it calmed down and simply leaned the hilt against the door.

All it can do now is pray for Brother Bai.

"Dynasty Steed—!!"

Bai Ziheng unleashed the most vulgar curse he had ever uttered since birth.

He pounded on the door desperately, his claws tearing deep grooves into the metal, but the barrier's power held the door firmly shut, giving him absolutely no hope.

The women in red behind them had already pounced on them.

There is no time.

...

...

Downstairs, on the steps in front of Yonghua Building.

Zheng Xingguang sat there, one leg dangling below the steps, the other leg bent and propped up on his elbow, his phone pressed against his ear.

He looked very relaxed.

"Sister, listen to me, Xiaohua is really not a bad woman."

"She is a victim, she is being controlled, and she knows nothing about it."

"She even feeds stray cats on the street, how could she possibly be a dangerous person?"

Zheng Yueyao's voice rose an octave on the other end of the phone.

"I'm not saying she's bad! I'm talking about you. You brought her home without even knowing her. Don't you have any sense? What if she's faking it? Xiaoguang, you're too naive. I'm worried about you being alone outside..."

"Sis, I'm eighteen now, I'm an adult."

"So what if you're eighteen? Does that mean you can just bring any girl home?"

"I'm asking you, how much do you really know about her? How old is she? Where does she live? What do her parents do?"

Zheng Xingguang opened his mouth.

"...Sister, her background is rather complicated."

"Complex? How so? You don't even know their age?"

"I know," he said righteously.

She's younger than me, so she calls me "brother".

How old is Xiaohua actually?

Is it from the day she was created, from the day she became conscious, or from the year the fragment of her controlling power appeared in her body?

It's completely unimportant.

Anyway, she calls him brother.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"...Alright, at least the age is right."

Zheng Xingguang breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Zheng Yueyao asked, "So what do you like about her?"

Zheng Xingguang was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't thought about that question.

What popped into my mind was Xiaohua squatting in front of the trash can, eating moldy bread, and the tone of her voice when she was scalded by hot water in the bathroom and said "So comfortable".

It was her earnest expression as she held the luncheon meat in her mouth, reluctant to swallow it.

"When she eats the noodles I make, she stuffs her cheeks full. She looks like a hamster, it's so cute."

Zheng Yueyao fell silent again. This time, the silence lasted even longer.

"……sister?"

"No, my sister is just a little... It's okay, please continue. What's her personality like?"

"He's quite good. He doesn't talk much, but every word he says is to the point."

"She learns things very quickly. She can use chopsticks now and button her clothes correctly. The only problem is that sometimes she forgets to take her pants off before going to the toilet."

"What?!"

"Just kidding, just kidding! Sis, don't take it seriously!"

Zheng Yueyao took a deep breath. "Xiao Guang, where are you right now?"

"Me? I was just taking a walk outside. I came out with Brother Bai to run some errands."

"Brother Bai? Is...is this Mr. Bai?"

When Bai Ziheng was mentioned, Zheng Yueyao's tone softened again.

Zheng Xingguang could sense his sister's shyness even through the phone.

"Yes, yes, that's him. Don't worry, Sister, Brother Bai is a very reliable person. He's just a bit grumpy and stubborn. He's afraid of ghosts but won't admit it—"

"Huh? Is he afraid of ghosts?"

"I was scared, sis. Just now, his legs were shaking so badly he wouldn't admit it."

...

...

Upstairs, the white wolf was pinned down by seven or eight women in red, while a dozen or so others frantically scratched at the ground at both ends of the corridor, trying to crawl towards them.

His right arm was tightly gripped and tied behind his back by two female ghosts, while his left leg was bitten through the tendon by another ghost that was holding his knee.

He frantically shook off one hand, pulled his phone out of his pocket, poked it into his contacts with his fingertip, found "Zheng Xingguang," and dialed the number.

The user you are trying to reach is currently on another call.

"Chovy!! Keep your phone accessible during this mission!!"

He shook off a red-clad female ghost who was choking him, switched the phone to his other hand, and dialed again.

Still busy.

"You're supposed to be keeping watch outside, that's all! You're actually chatting with people?! You're even less useful than this broken sword!!"

The white wolf bit the woman in red who was lunging at it, throwing her and her clothes flying as she crashed into several other wolves crawling forward in the corridor.

A woman in red emerged from the ceiling, hanging upside down with her faceless face facing him, and reached out to grab his neck with both hands.

Another wave of red water surged in from the end of the corridor, this time even more than before.

The white wolf stared at everything before it with dead fish eyes.

He gave up completely.

...

...

Downstairs, Zheng Xingguang was still sitting on the steps.

"Sis, you really don't need to worry about me."

"I learned a lot from Brother Bai. Although he doesn't seem easy to get along with, he's actually very kind-hearted."

"Of course I know that, but the main thing is that you shouldn't cause trouble for others."

"Not only will I not cause him any trouble, I'll also give him my natal flying sword."

The thought of a natal flying sword came to mind.

A black iron flying sword floated beside him.

"what?"

Zheng Xingguang was taken aback.

"How come my natal flying sword is here? And what was that thing I gave Brother Bai just now?"

The black iron flying sword hummed.

"Oh no, I think I gave the little flying sword that I made as a welcome gift for the new members last week to Brother Bai."

"Huh? Well, is that alright?"

"It's alright. Who is Brother Bai? Is there anything he can't handle?"

next second.

boom--!

Something fell from the sky and slammed right in front of Zheng Xingguang.

"Oh my god! Sis, I'm not talking to you anymore! Someone's throwing things from a high-rise!"

"Yes, this kind of person needs to be taught a lesson. Well, I won't bother you any longer."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Xingguang realized that the behemoth looked somewhat familiar.

Its silvery-white fur was covered in an unidentified black liquid, and its entire body was covered in claw marks and bite marks.

A large patch of hair on his right arm was torn off, revealing the still-healing skin underneath.

It lay on its back in the pit, panting heavily, its golden vertical pupils half-open and half-closed, looking as if it had just been pulled out of a washing machine.

Zheng Xingguang cautiously approached, bent down, and poked the white wolf's belly with his finger.

The fur is very soft.

The white wolf didn't react.

He poked it again.

"...Brother Bai?"

no response.

Zheng Xingguang jumped in fright: "Brother Bai!!"

"Brother-in-law!! Brother-in-law!! What happened to you!! How did you die!?"

The white wolf rolled its eyes. "Not dead, what are you howling about?"