The mailbox by the door was stuffed with all kinds of payment and debt-collection notices... It was as if the mailbox had spat out countless tongues.
Zhao Huai'an did not even glance at them. He opened the door to this cheap basement apartment and headed down the stairs.
The air was extremely stuffy. It was clear the door had not been opened in a long time.
In the darkness, a pair of large emerald eyes suddenly lit up. Then, in an instant, a thick, long shadow wrapped itself around Zhao Huai'an. At the same time, something else came hurtling straight at his face.
Smack.
That was the sound of flesh meeting the incoming object.
"That could have killed me, you know?"
Zhao Huai'an's voice rang out in the darkness, playful yet exceptionally cold... At that moment, green flames like fireflies suddenly ignited across the huge creature wrapped around him, illuminating the basement.
The panicked face of Mermaid Immortal, who was holding a slender iron pipe, appeared before Zhao Huai'an just like that... Light green, eerie, beautiful.
"It's you!"
"Who else would it be?"
Mermaid Immortal pressed herself tensely against the corner of the wall. It was simply the place that allowed her to keep the greatest distance from Zhao Huai'an.
She was not exactly naked, but unused to human clothing, and even with a pair of long, fair legs, all she wore was a top that covered her thighs only as far as the roots.
She still held the iron pipe that served as her only weapon.
Zhao Huai'an, however, was feeding that terrifying strange snake—the Corpse-Eating Death Snake.
"You went into the innermost room?" Zhao Huai'an suddenly asked.
Mermaid Immortal answered calmly this time, "No."
"What did you see?" Zhao Huai'an raised his eyes and asked with a