In the end, only Zheng Qing went to consult the flight attendants' lounge.
Li Meng had to look after three pets and an injured, trembling pixie, and she was already overwhelmed. To that end, she had also dragged the little monk Shi Yuan beside her into helping.
Xiao Xiao, meanwhile, was rapidly flipping through his large black notebook, his brows tightly furrowed.
So Zheng Qing shrugged and decided to go by himself.
The flight attendants' lounge was at the entrance to the buffet restaurant, its door half-open. Through the glass window, he could see a flight attendant draped in her uniform, lying face-down on the table.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment before finally pushing open the door and greeting her. "Hello, excuse me."
The flight attendant remained sprawled there without moving, seeming to mutter something under her breath.
Zheng Qing took a few steps forward, and a faint fragrance identical to that from the tips of the pixies' wings drifted into his nostrils.
"Hello!" he called again.
The flight attendant still did not move, but Zheng Qing could now clearly see her shoulders trembling.
"Hello, do you need any help?" he asked again, somewhat worried. A strange emotion filled his heart—because that was supposed to be what the flight attendant said to him.
"Hungry." The flight attendant lay on her arms, whimpering.
"Hungry?" Zheng Qing raised his head and glanced toward the buffet restaurant outside, utterly baffled. "There's plenty of food out there. What do you want to eat?"
"Can I eat whatever I want?" The flight attendant stopped trembling and slowly raised her head. Her jet-black hair hung messily over her face, stark against her fair skin.
But even more striking were her eyes.
A pair of beautiful scarlet eyes, gleaming with madness.
Not long ago, Zheng Qing had seen those same eyes on the face of a ferocious pig demon. Now, with times and circumstances changed, those eyes appeared on a gorgeous, shapely flight attendant, leaving Zheng Qing dazed, almost convinced he was dreaming.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sensed a patch of green radiance.
He stiffly turned his neck and looked toward the corner deep within the room.
The vanished pixies were gathered in a neat circle, dim green light glowing around them.
Inside the circle sat a female corpse slumped against the corner.
The corpse's hair hung low, obscuring her face. Her chest had been torn open, exposing an empty cavity. Blood gushed from the wound, staining the floor around her bright red.
The pixies desperately scooped up the blood that was nearly dry on the floor and fed it into the corpse's grayish-white, slightly parted lips. The blood slid down her esophagus into the empty chest cavity, then flowed back out through the horrifying wound in her chest.
She was the pixies' owner.
And now, their owner was dead.
They were about to die too.
They did not want to die.
For some reason, Zheng Qing could vividly feel the little creatures' despairing yet unyielding emotions.
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 in a soft, syrupy voice, her tone carrying a trace of vexation. "Why do you smell so good?"
Just like a girl deeply in love complaining to her boyfriend.
Zheng Qing's scalp went numb.
For the first time, he understood what it felt like for every hair on his body to stand on end.
Sweat poured from his pores, carrying away his body heat.
A chill spread from his neck to his back, then rapidly through his entire body.
"You're a demon?" he asked, his mouth dry and his voice hoarse and distorted.
"The genuine article." The demoness smiled at him, extending a small pink tongue to lick her bright red lips. "May I eat you?"
Before Zheng Qing's horrified eyes, the demoness smiled gracefully.
The demoness was Nikita, who had infiltrated First University's Special Plane.
As part of Misty Captain's grand plan, she needed to infiltrate First University.
But she had never expected to be exposed so quickly.
According to the agreement between the captain and her, only after successfully infiltrating First University, finding an opportunity to cause a major disturbance, and drawing the attention of the school's upper ranks could she withdraw with her mission complete and officially be entered into the Misty's registry.
Now that her demonic identity had been discovered ahead of time, let alone becoming an official crew member of the Misty, there was no telling whether the enraged captain would tear her apart.
"But you really do smell so good." Nikita took a deep breath, and the enticing fragrance filled her chest; every cell in her body grew restless with frenzy.
The last time she had felt such hunger was in the Sahara, when she encountered Professor Ulrich.
At the time, she had gone half a year without blood food.
Even spicy beetles had tasted like supreme delicacies in her mouth.
But now, she was certain that she was not hungry. It was simply that the scent on this boy was too alluring.
This strange scent stirred memories buried deep in her blood. Originally, she had only been hiding quietly in the lounge, but in the end, she could not resist attacking the flight attendant on duty.
The demoness pulled open the drawer of the table beside her.
It was empty except for a round white porcelain plate with a wide rim. Resting on the plate was a dark red heart.
The heart seemed to still be alive, twitching now and then and squeezing out several drops of thick blood, adding a touch of color to the dull porcelain plate.
The demoness reached out her slender hand and picked up the heart.
The pixies sitting in a circle not far away sprang up at once, shrieking furiously as they rushed toward the heart.
"Xi xi! Xi xi!!"
The demoness boredly waved her arm and slapped one of the charging pixies to the ground.
As if swatting a mosquito.
The pixies cried out mournfully and carried their companion back to the female corpse in the corner.
They no longer charged forward recklessly, instead watching from afar as the demoness held that heart.
The demoness took out a seasoning bottle from her handbag and sprinkled a little glittering seasoning over the tip of the heart.
"Some demons like to start from the aorta, because they think the flesh and sinews there have the best chew." The demoness smiled at Zheng Qing and patiently explained. "But I have always liked to start from the tip of the heart. Because there is a cavity of hot blood inside it. One bite, and warm blood rolls around in your mouth, paired with the smooth, springy texture of the heart-tip meat. It is truly an immense pleasure."
As she spoke, she bit into the tip of the heart with an intoxicated expression.
"Xi xi! Xi xi!!" The pixies' piercing cries finally jolted Zheng Qing awake.
He clumsily took a step back.
The demoness did not stop him.
Zheng Qing's heart pounded wildly. His arms were rigid, his fingers cramping from exertion, and he could not even open the Gray Cloth Bag clenched in his hand.
The demoness before him had not harmed him, but that gave him no comfort whatsoever. The dark red heart in her hand and the streak of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth proclaimed his future to him.
Zheng Qing staggered backward into the restaurant.
The demoness in the lounge tossed the bitten heart onto the floor.
The heart rolled twice before several pixies pounced on it, carried it back to the corner, and stuffed it into the female corpse's chest.
The demoness pulled out a pure white silk handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and followed Zheng Qing's retreating steps out of the lounge with elegant catlike strides.
"Tap, tap, tap." Her heels struck the floor with crisp sounds.
"Crash!" As Zheng Qing stumbled backward in panic, he knocked over a dining table, and the dishes on it clattered onto the orange-yellow floor.
The once-noisy restaurant suddenly grew much quieter.
Everyone's curious gazes focused on Zheng Qing.
Then they saw the flight attendant slowly emerging from the lounge.
They saw those scarlet eyes.
The air seemed to freeze.
"Demon!!"
No one knew who shouted the word.
A terrifying aura erupted from the demoness with that cry, spreading throughout the entire restaurant.
The plane shook violently.
The restaurant instantly descended into chaos.
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