Seeing this, Lu Bai silently coated himself in a layer of black paint.
After learning the general state of this world, Lu Bai could more or less guess who that figure was—the one standing alone on the gravel path in the dead of night.
He just wasn't sure whether it was a household immortal or a wild immortal.
He hadn't noticed when the thing had entered the village, but judging by the situation, it didn't seem inclined to leave anytime soon.
The smooth, upright figure kept looking this way and that, its movements far more exaggerated than an ordinary person's, more like an actor on a theater stage.
After observing its surroundings for a while, it started toward the head of the village.
With the wall in the way, Lu Bai couldn't keep watching its movements.
The figure soon disappeared from sight.
Even so, Lu Bai didn't let his guard down. He quietly left the room.
Bang~ Bang~ Bang~
Sure enough, before he could reach the door, he heard a strangely rhythmic knocking.
Right—Xiao Li's house was at the head of the village.
Lu Bai paused.
It wasn't that he was afraid. He was simply weighing whether it was necessary to act.
The knocking stopped, but the visitor clearly hadn't left.
Through the gap beneath the door, he could make out two shadows—the visitor's legs.
Seeing this, Lu Bai made up his mind.
He walked over, undid the latch, and opened the door.
A naked man stood outside, his entire body deathly pale, as if coated in rouge.
The man stared fixedly at Lu Bai and let out a silent, strange laugh.
"Heehee, handsome..."
In a daze, the naked man transformed into a gorgeous, alluring woman. Her red lips parted slightly as she let out one enticing sigh after another.