Lowbrow Fear (Twenty-Six)
No wonder it was a holiday. It was certainly lively.
Of all the people who'd appeared frequently in the previous few scenarios, nearly half had something supernatural about them, right?
Now even Salma, a victim of Bloodletting High School, was fundamentally no ordinary person.
Especially when you considered her own account, it was clear that, like Eva, she'd originally been just an ordinary high school girl.
They'd both started undergoing supernatural changes shortly before the holiday.
That fit the earlier theory quite well: strange things tied to the concept of April Fools' Day.
And unlike Eva's dark astrology spellbook, this Salma before him was apparently a Saliva Succubus?
Judging by how she'd been eager to lay her cards on the table before he'd even finished drinking, she was very confident in the effect of her saliva. She'd probably tested it more than once.
It once again matched the irresistible charm in the notebook—the same charm that had even made Eva jealous.
Of course, that still didn't mean he had to act enraptured by it.
"You really spat in there? You haven't brushed your teeth since you got back, have you?"
At last, Fu Qian spoke. His eyes fixed on her face, but his tone held a distinct note of disgust.
Hm?
Salma had almost jumped back. Fu Qian's reaction had clearly startled her for a moment.
But only for an instant. Just as she reflexively grabbed the doorknob, she stopped herself again.
"I haven't, actually."
Noticing that his gaze never left her face, she relaxed a little, then even answered his question about brushing her teeth with a beaming smile.
"You really are something, Mr. Wolf... Wen, that idiot, always thinks he knows everything and loves judging people. He made me prejudiced against you from the