Grandpa Turns into a Demon

After eating and drinking his fill.

Lu Jun found the wine cup the old man in the household had always used to drink in the kitchen.

He gently poured the black dog blood into it, then added rice wine. In an instant, the clear liquor in the cup rapidly turned a dark, murky red.

A trace of determination flashed through Lu Jun's eyes.

Better to believe it existed than not. He might as well give it a try, if only to set his mind at ease.

Lu Jun's expression quickly shifted, soon blossoming into a bright smile. Holding the wine cup, he walked toward the old man in the main hall. "The fine wine is here~"

The old man wrinkled his nose, his brows knitting slightly. "Why does this wine smell so fishy?"

"You put something in it?"

"You're trying to poison me so you can inherit the family's twenty old hens and five big roosters, as well as this earthen-tiled house I've lived in all my life—and the privilege of sneaking into the widow Huang's house next door in the middle of the night!"

"You little brat. I knew from the start you had rebellion written all over your head!"

The old man immediately rose to his feet. His pair of shifty, rat-like eyes gleamed with wariness.

Lu Jun said, "Damn it, old man, don't mistake good intentions for evil! I put something good in here!"

The old man looked puzzled. "What the hell did you put in it?"

"Black dog blood."

The old man's face immediately fell. "Get lost, get lost, get the hell out of here!"

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

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

"I heard some marvelous news from Huang Yaoshi. Black dog blood can boost your virility!"

"You have no idea how I had to scour the entire back mountain to find this black dog blood!"

"You haven't visited Widow Huang's house in the past ten days or half a month, have you? Could it be your body isn't up to it anymore? Your grandson is just showing you filial respect..."

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

Lu Jun raised his brows slyly. "Of course it's true!"

The old man did not hesitate. He snatched the wine mixed with black dog blood from Lu Jun's hand and gulped it down.

For a moment, Lu Jun felt a little nervous.

At first, Lu Jun had thought the old man would realize that the wine in his hand contained black dog blood and refuse to drink it.

He had even planned to pretend that his foot slipped if the other man refused, then splash the black dog blood all over his face.

But who would have thought the old man really was still the old man!

The moment he heard it could boost his virility, he was like a dog spotting a pile of shit.

At the same time, Lu Jun could not help growing tense inside. His eyes remained fixed tightly on the old man before him.

Would he transform?

Would he turn into a demon?

Lu Jun was so nervous that a trace of hesitation unexpectedly arose within him.

If Grandpa really was a demon, then should he kill him or not...

After all, Grandpa had raised him for eighteen years. It was only natural that Lu Jun's heart was torn between two opposing sides.

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

The old man before him never turned into a demon. Instead, he smacked his lips and commented, "It's a little sticky in the throat... The taste is so-so..."

Then the old man stepped forward again, his eyes shining with excitement. "Is there any more?"

Black lines appeared across Lu Jun's forehead.

Well then, he hadn't turned into a demon.

All that worrying for nothing.

Damn that blind old beggar... He really should never have believed those wandering swindlers.

"None left," Lu Jun said.

"Fine, then." 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 let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the calming medicine brewing in an iron pot atop the firewood pile before him, he could not help feeling a warm glow in his heart.

These days, he had the old man to thank for brewing his medicine. That was why his soul-separation disorder had recovered so quickly.

But damn, this medicine was truly bitter!

Lu Jun stepped forward and lifted the lid of the clay pot. A thick, pungent herbal smell suddenly rushed into his nose, almost making him vomit from the stench.

"Forget it. I'm not drinking it."

"Anyway, my soul-separation disorder is almost completely healed now. I've basically recovered my memories too. Aside from some hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, it doesn't affect my daily life."

Lu Jun put the lid back on the clay pot and went to sleep peacefully.

That night, Lu Jun had already entered dreamland.

In his dream, he seemed to have entered an entirely new world.

It was a very bright, spacious room. Countless people around his age sat inside, studying and writing strange problems he could not understand.

The girls did not have to marry and raise children at an early age, and the boys did not have to grow their hair long... Everything seemed so novel and bizarre.

Especially the white sticks above their heads—they could actually emit such dazzling light...

"Lu Jun!"

Suddenly, the woman on the platform, who resembled the village schoolteacher, called his name sharply.

Lu Jun instinctively stood up.

"How do you solve this problem?"

When the schoolteacher began testing him, Lu Jun was utterly embarrassed. He could not understand what the problems formed by those symbols on the blackboard meant at all, so he could only lower his head and answer sullenly, "Teacher, I don't know..."

The schoolteacher grew furious and shouted at the entire class, "You really are the worst class I've ever taught..."

With that, the female schoolteacher extended her sharp fingernails and dragged them repeatedly across the black board, producing a grating, unbearable sound.

"Creak, creak, creak, creak..."

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

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

"What a bizarre dream..."

"That's right. How could this world possibly have white sticks that emit such dazzling light..."

Lu Jun smiled.

"Creak, creak, creak!"

Suddenly, Lu Jun's smile froze.

Because the sound that had terrified him in his dream, the sound that had left him covered in goosebumps, was still ringing beside his ears.

Lu Jun climbed out of bed on tiptoe. Following the sound, he left the room. Only after reaching the main hall did he finally discover its source—it was coming from the old man's room.

Lu Jun could not help panicking. He instinctively called softly toward the room.

"Old man, are you all right?"

"Creak, creak, creak..."

There was no response, only the ceaseless sound of creaking.

In the unseen darkness, a hand filled with supreme terror gently clasped Lu Jun's heart. An intense sense of dread flooded his entire body.

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

After a moment of hesitation, Lu Jun still pushed open the room's door, leaving only an exceedingly narrow crack.

By the light of the moon, Lu Jun saw the old man on the bed—or, more precisely, he saw the strange creature lying there.

His pupils contracted, and he almost covered his mouth with his hand.

Moonlight streamed through the window into the room. At that moment, how could the familiar old man Lu Jun knew still be on the bed?

In his place was a hulking creature covered from head to toe in orange-yellow fur, its enormous tail hanging from the bed and trailing onto the floor. Its face looked like a monster formed by fusing a giant weasel's features with a Human Race face.

A demon!

The old man really was a demon!