"...Don't come any closer, or I'll call for help!"
Lin Daiyu's face was deathly pale, and she looked as though she had cried herself into despair. With both arms wrapped around her chest, she pressed herself against the wall, wishing she could burrow straight into it.
Wu Pifu had not approached her at all. He had merely found a stool in the main hall and sat down, frowning as he said, "Calm down. Stop making such a fuss. You're going to become a perfect person—why are you being so noisy?"
Yet Wu Pifu did not stop to think that if this happened to him... well, he probably would not be scared. He would only beat to death anyone impersonating someone else... In any case, if this happened to most people—if familiar friends and relatives suddenly seemed as though they had been possessed, and then they somehow gained a family member who had never existed, while everyone insisted that person truly was their relative—they probably would not be in much better shape than Lin Daiyu.
It was even creepier than a ghost story!
How could Lin Daiyu possibly calm down?
She was not far from a complete breakdown.
Fortunately, Wu Pifu had his own plans. He clapped his hands together, and an invisible shockwave burst forth. Lin Daiyu suddenly went blank, and her terror gradually subsided. But that only made her more afraid. This was no longer physical fear, but terror rising from the deepest depths of her heart.
What exactly was this person... a god or a demon?
Wu Pifu answered bluntly, "Neither a god nor a demon. I'm a pure-blooded human, just somewhat different from the humans you know. Uh, you can call me a superhuman!"
Lin Daiyu remained frozen in place. Wu Pifu paid her no mind and