The Old Man Becomes a Demon

After a satisfying meal.

Lu Jun found the wine cup his old man had always used in the kitchen.

He gently poured the dog blood into it and added some rice wine. In an instant, the clear wine in the cup turned a dark, murky red at an extremely fast pace.

A glint of determination flashed in Lu Jun's eyes.

Better safe than sorry. He might as well try it, just for peace of mind.

Lu Jun's expression quickly changed, and soon he put on a bright smile, holding the wine cup as he walked towards the old man in the hall. "Here's your fine wine~"

The old man wrinkled his nose, his brow furrowing slightly. "Why does this wine smell fishy?"

"Did you put something in here?"

"Are you trying to poison me so you can inherit my twenty hens and five roosters, my lifelong mud-brick house, and my privilege of entering Old Widow Huang's place late at night!"

"You good-for-nothing, I knew you had rebellious bones from the start!"

The old man immediately stood up, his shifty eyes filled with wariness.

Lu Jun said, "Damn it, old man, don't mistake my good intentions. I added something good in here!"

The old man's expression turned confused. "Added what?"

"Black dog blood."

The old man's face immediately fell. "Get out, get out! Scram!"

"You're wasting good wine, you ungrateful wretch!"

Lu Jun chuckled twice. "You don't know this, old man!"

"I can get amazing news from Huang Yaoshi. Black dog blood is an aphrodisiac!"

"You have no idea, I searched the entire back mountain just to find this black dog blood!"

"You haven't been to Old Widow Huang's in ten days or half a month, have you... Is your body failing you? Your grandson is just offering this to you..."

"Really!" The old man's eyes lit up.

Lu Jun slyly raised his eyebrows. "Of course, it's real!"

Without hesitation, the old man snatched the wine mixed with black dog blood from Lu Jun's hand and drank it down in one gulp.

For a moment, Lu Jun felt a bit nervous.

Lu Jun had actually thought the old man wouldn't drink it if he knew it contained black dog blood.

Lu Jun had even prepared to pretend to slip and spill the black dog blood on the old man's face if he refused to drink it.

But he never expected the old man to still be the same old man!

As soon as he heard it could boost his virility, he was like a dog seeing excrement.

At the same time, Lu Jun's heart also began to race with nervousness, his eyes fixed intently on the old man in front of him.

Would he change?

Would he turn into a demon?

Lu Jun's heart pounded, and a trace of hesitation arose.

If the old man was truly a demon, would he kill him or not...

After all, eighteen years of nurturing, Lu Jun couldn't help but feel a battle raging within him.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths... dozens of breaths passed.

The old man in front of him hadn't turned into a demon at all. Instead, he smacked his lips and commented, "It's a bit sticky on the throat... The taste is average..."

Then the old man took another step forward, his eyes excited. "Is there more!"

Black lines appeared on Lu Jun's forehead.

Well, he didn't turn into a demon.

He had worried for nothing.

Damn that blind old beggar... He shouldn't have believed those charlatans.

"No more," Lu Jun said.

"Alright," the old man smacked his lips and said to Lu Jun, "Don't forget to drink your calming medicine. I've already brewed it for you."

With that, the old man turned and went back to his room to rest.

Lu Jun breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the calming medicine being brewed in the iron pot over the pile of firewood, his heart couldn't help but warm.

These past few days, it was thanks to the old man brewing the medicine that his soul departure syndrome had healed so quickly.

But this medicine was truly bitter!

Lu Jun stepped forward and lifted the lid of the ceramic pot. The rich, pungent smell of herbs rushed into his nostrils, almost making him gag.

"Forget it, I won't drink it."

"Anyway, my soul departure syndrome is almost healed now, and I've basically recalled my memories. Except for some hallucinations and auditory illusions, it doesn't affect my daily life."

Lu Jun covered the pottery jar in front of him and went to sleep soundly.

During the night, Lu Jun had already fallen into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he seemed to have entered a brand new world.

It was a very bright room, where countless peers his age sat reading, writing some strange questions he couldn't understand.

The girls didn't have to marry and raise children early, and the boys didn't have to keep their hair long... Everything seemed so novel and bizarre.

Especially the white sticks on the ceiling that could emit bright light...

"Lu Jun!"

Suddenly, the woman on the stage, who resembled the village's private tutor, suddenly called his name.

Lu Jun subconsciously stood up.

"How do you solve this problem?"

Seeing the tutor testing him with a question.

Lu Jun was embarrassed. He couldn't understand what the symbols on the blackboard meant at all, so he could only lower his head and mumble, "Teacher, I don't know..."

The tutor was furious and roared at the whole class, "You are truly the worst class I've ever taught..."

After speaking, the female tutor extended her sharp fingernails and scraped them across the black board, making a harsh, uncomfortable sound.

"Creeeak, creeeak, creeeak, creeeak..."

The sound was piercing, like demonic music lingering in his ears...

"Hoo..." Lu Jun suddenly woke up in bed, gasping for breath, "Damn it!"

"What a bizarre dream..."

"Yeah, where in this world would there be white sticks that emit such bright light..."

Lu Jun chuckled.

"Creeeak, creeeak, creeeak!"

Suddenly, Lu Jun's smile froze.

Because in his dream, that chilling sound that made him shiver all over was still echoing in his ears.

Lu Jun tiptoed out of bed, then followed the sound out of the room. When he reached the main hall, Lu Jun finally discovered the source of the sound – it was coming from his old man's room.

Lu Jun's heart couldn't help but panic. He subconsciously called out softly towards the room.

"Old man, are you okay?"

"Creeeak, creeeak, creeeak..."

There was no response, only the continuous 'creeak' sound.

In the darkness, a hand filled with supreme terror gently grasped Lu Jun's heart, and an intense sense of dread filled his entire body.

Lu Jun tentatively spoke, "Old man, I'm coming in, okay?"

After a moment of hesitation, Lu Jun still pushed open the room door, leaving a very faint crack.

In the moonlight, Lu Jun saw the old man on the bed, no, to be precise, when he saw the strange creature on the bed.

Lu Jun's pupils constricted, and he almost covered his mouth with his hand.

Moonlight streamed into the room from the window. There was no sign of the old man Lu Jun was familiar with on the bed.

Instead, there was a burly creature covered in orange fur, with a huge tail hanging from the bed to the floor. Its face resembled a monster that was a large weasel fused with a human face.

A demon!

The old man was truly a demon!