The Demon King
Humans, long removed from nature and skilled at using tools, felt only an inexplicable pressure and fear. But the animals reacted most strongly.
With a sudden rush, the birds foraging around the estate burst into the air as if their nests had been disturbed. They cried out in shrill alarm and scattered in every direction.
If Li Bai and the two Demonesses hadn't been active around the dormitory these past two days, occasionally leaking a faint trace of their presence that washed over the entire estate like rainwater, all sorts of insects hiding in the corners would have been silently dying or fleeing. Otherwise, they would have been treated to a spectacular sight: insects pouring out of every nook and cranny in a vast, swarming tide.
As things stood, the whole estate was spotless. Aside from the cats kept there, a few brazen rats, and birds flitting about, there were hardly any snakes, insects, or rodents left.
"Meow! Meow! Meow!"
Lu Sanhu's Meow Master, Mahua, had puffed up all over. Fortunately, its fur had already been clipped short; otherwise, it would have turned into one enormous ball of fluff.
A constant rustling came from Zabu. The Red-headed Golden Money Centipede hidden inside the slender bamboo tube was crawling frantically, its hundred legs scraping so loudly that the sound carried clearly outside the tube.
The Yellow Flower Cat from the storeroom had taken shelter beneath a vehicle. Its back was arched, every claw extended, pupils round as saucers, ears pinned back, and body trembling all over. It was only a little cat; when disaster struck, all it could do was tremble.
A sudden sense of danger surged in Lu Sanhu's heart. He asked uncertainly, "What the hell is going on?"
Having spent every day with Mahua, he knew