The Heart's Tremor

Finally, only Zheng Qing went to the flight attendant's lounge to inquire.

Li Meng was busy taking care of three pets and a trembling, injured little elf, so she had to drag the nearby monk Shi Yuan to help.

Xiao Xiao, on the other hand, was quickly flipping through his large black notebook, his brow furrowed.

So Zheng Qing shrugged and decided to go alone.

The flight attendant's lounge was at the entrance of the cafeteria, and the door was ajar. Through the glass window, a flight attendant could be seen, draped in her uniform, slumped over the table.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and greeted, "Hello, excuse me."

The flight attendant remained slumped over, not moving, and seemed to mutter something softly.

Zheng Qing took a few steps forward, and a faint scent, similar to that of the little elf's wingtips, wafted into his nostrils.

"Hello!" he said again.

The flight attendant still didn't move, but Zheng Qing could now clearly see her shoulders trembling.

"Hello, do you need any help?" he asked again, a little worried. A strange emotion filled his heart—because this was a question the flight attendant should have been asking him.

"I'm hungry," the flight attendant whimpered, resting her head on her arm.

"Hungry?" Zheng Qing looked up, turning his head to glance at the cafeteria outside the door, feeling a bit bewildered. "There's plenty of food out there. What do you want to eat?"

"Can I eat anything?" The flight attendant stopped trembling and slowly raised her head. Her dark, beautiful hair was messily draped over her face, contrasting with her fair skin, making her look exceptionally radiant.

But even more radiant were her eyes.

A pair of scarlet, beautiful eyes that flickered with a mad gleam.

Not long ago, Zheng Qing had seen eyes like these on the face of a ferocious pig demon. How times had changed; seeing these eyes on a beautiful and well-endowed flight attendant made Zheng Qing feel dazed, almost as if he were dreaming.

He felt a flash of green light in his peripheral vision.

He stiffly turned his neck to look at a corner deep within the room.

The group of missing little elves were neatly arranged in a circle, emanating a faint green glow.

Within the circle lay a female corpse, seated in the corner.

The corpse's hair hung low, obscuring her face. Her chest had been ripped open, revealing an empty thoracic cavity. Blood gurgled from the wound, dyeing the floor around her a vivid red.

The little elves were diligently scooping up the almost dried blood from the floor and feeding it into the corpse's pale gray, slightly parted lips. The blood flowed down her esophagus into the empty chest cavity, then out again through the horrific wound in her chest.

She was the elves' owner.

And now, their owner was dead.

They were also close to death.

They didn't want to die.

For some reason, Zheng Qing could strongly feel the despair and unwillingness to give up of these little creatures.

The flight attendant stood up.

She slowly walked over to Zheng Qing, lowered her head, and leaned close to his neck, her nostrils flaring rapidly.

"You smell so good," she murmured, her voice soft and sweet, with a hint of annoyance. "Why do you smell so good?"

It was like a girl in love complaining to her boyfriend.

Zheng Qing felt a chill crawl up his spine.

It was the first time he understood what it felt like for all the hairs on his body to stand on end.

Sweat poured from his pores, carrying away the heat from his body.

A chill started from his neck, spread to his back, and rapidly diffused throughout his entire body.

"Are you a demon?" he asked, his mouth dry, his voice hoarse and changed.

"Authentic," the banshee said with a smile, sticking out her small pink tongue to lick her bright red lips. "May I eat you?"

Before Zheng Qing's terrified eyes, the banshee smiled elegantly.

The banshee was Nikita, who had infiltrated the First University's special plane.

As part of Captain Misty's grand plan, she needed to infiltrate the First University.

But she hadn't expected to be exposed so soon.

According to the agreement with her captain, only after successfully infiltrating the First University and causing a significant disturbance to attract the attention of the school's high command could she retire with honor and be officially registered with Misty.

Now that her demon identity had been discovered prematurely, let alone becoming a formal crew member of Misty, it was uncertain if she would be torn apart by the enraged captain.

"But you smell so good," Nikita took a deep breath, the alluring fragrance filling her chest; every cell in her body was restless.

The last time she felt such a craving was in the Sahara, when she met Professor Ulrich.

At that time, she hadn't consumed blood for half a year.

Even spicy beetles were a delicacy in her mouth.

And now, she was very sure that she wasn't hungry; it was simply because the scent of this young man was too alluring.

This strange scent evoked memories buried deep within her blood. Originally, she had just been hiding quietly in the lounge, but she couldn't resist attacking the on-duty flight attendant.

The Banshee opened the drawer of the table beside her.

It was empty, save for a round, wide-mouthed white porcelain plate holding a dark red heart.

The heart seemed alive, twitching occasionally and squeezing out a few drops of viscous blood, adding a touch of color to the plain porcelain.

The Banshee extended a slender hand and picked up the heart.

The little Elves sitting in a circle not far away suddenly sprang up, screaming in anger as they rushed toward the heart.

"Xixi! Xixi!!"

The Banshee waved her arm dismissively, slapping an approaching Elf to the ground.

It was like swatting a mosquito.

The Elves wailed and carried their companion back to the corner, beside the female corpse.

They no longer rushed forward recklessly, but instead, they watched the heart in the Banshee's hand from a distance.

The Banshee took out a seasoning bottle from her purse and sprinkled some sparkling seasoning on the tip of the heart.

"Some demons like to start eating from the aorta, thinking the muscles there are the chewiest," the Banshee said, smiling at Zheng Qing and patiently explaining. "But I always prefer to start with the tip. The tip is full of passion, and one bite sends hot blood swirling in your mouth, which, combined with the tender and smooth texture of the heart tip, is a great pleasure."

As she spoke, she bit into the heart tip with a look of ecstasy.

"Xixi! Xixi!!" The sharp cries of the little Elves completely startled Zheng Qing awake.

He awkwardly took a step back.

The Banshee didn't stop him.

Zheng Qing's heart pounded wildly, his arms stiff, his fingers spasming from gripping too tightly, unable to even open the gray cloth bag he held.

The Banshee before him hadn't harmed him, nor had she offered him any comfort. The dark red heart in her hand, and the wisp of fresh blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, declared his own future.

Stumbling, Zheng Qing retreated into the dining hall.

The Banshee in the lounge threw the bitten heart onto the floor.

The heart rolled twice before being grabbed by a few rushing Elves, carried back to the corner, and stuffed into the female corpse's chest.

The Banshee took out a clean white silk scarf, wiped the blood from her lips, and followed Zheng Qing's retreating steps, walking out of the lounge with an elegant, cat-like gait.

"Tap, tap, tap." Her heels struck the floor, making a crisp sound.

"Crash!" As Zheng Qing retreated in panic, he knocked over a dining table, sending the tableware clattering onto the orange floor.

The previously noisy dining hall suddenly became much quieter.

Everyone's curious gaze focused on Zheng Qing.

Then they saw the flight attendant emerging from the lounge.

They saw those crimson eyes.

The air seemed to freeze.

"Demon!!"

Someone shouted the word.

A terrifying aura erupted from the Banshee with that word, spreading throughout the entire dining hall.

The plane began to shake violently.

The dining hall instantly descended into chaos.