“Don’t be impatient. Just wait a little longer.”
Lin Lue’s lips twitched as he hurriedly tried to soothe her.
They had already come this far.
They only needed to endure a bit more—wait for all the enemies to reveal themselves—then wipe them out in one swift move.
Lin Lue peeled grapes, sticky juice splattering across his fingers as he fed them one by one into Yuexue’s mouth.
He was trying to calm her this way.
Her red lips brushed against his fingers, sucking the juice clean and leaving faint pink lipstick marks behind.
Yuexue chewed noisily.
“Lin Lue, I’m so bored.”
“Then eat something.”
“But my hands are idle.”
“…So what do you want to do?”
Like a little girl, Yuexue grabbed his mask, repeatedly taking it off to look at his face, putting it back on, then taking it off again…
Childish.
But seeing she was having fun, Lin Lue didn’t stop her.
At least she was quiet now.
“Yuexue, I feel like a turning point is coming soon.”
As if confirming his words, the lights suddenly converged onto one spot.
The dance floor sank down, replaced by a rising high platform.
On it stood a woman in a black robe, exuding a sinister aura.
She clapped lightly, and the noisy, chaotic venue instantly fell silent.
The previously colorful, flashing lights turned pale white.
“Welcome, everyone, to the Pure Sect’s Carnival. Thank you all for keeping your appointments.”
Her sinister voice echoed through the venue’s sound system, reaching every corner.
“Everyone present today has passed the sect’s rigorous vetting, possesses invitations, and is absolutely loyal. No outsiders have slipped in, so please rest assured.”
Hearing this, Lin Lue mentally drew a question mark.
Invitations?
He turned to Yuexue. She was also looking at him, equally confused.
“Lin Lue, do you have an invitation?”
“No. There was no check when we came in, right?”
“I didn’t use any tricks either.”
At that moment, Lin Lue thought of something and reached into his pocket.
Besides a thick wad of cash, his fingers brushed against something soft and silky.
He slowly pulled it out.
It was a pure white silk stocking, still carrying faint warmth and a familiar candy-like fragrance.
Lin Lue fell silent.
He understood.
He looked at Yuexue.
“You said you and Principal Tang are friends. She’s a witch too, right? What’s her specialty?”
“Dream Entry,” Yuexue replied after a moment.
The two exchanged a glance and instantly understood.
Lin Lue looked at the white stocking in his hand.
Tang Xinxin had anticipated everything from the start.
While he was paying tuition earlier, she must have secretly slipped this stocking—imbued with her scent—into his pocket.
It allowed them to infiltrate the venue smoothly.
Dream Entry also involved a degree of cognitive interference.
Truly worthy of someone who looked like a loli but had lived for over a century—meticulous to the extreme.
Wait…
Did that earlier incident—when milk spilled on her leg and he helped wash her stockings—also form part of her plan?
To dilute her scent so Yuexue wouldn’t notice?
While Lin Lue was lost in speculation about the terrifying depth of that 130cm-tall, century-old “loli,” the stocking in his hand was suddenly snatched away.
Yuexue recognized it instantly.
Her expression filled with disgust and jealousy.
A small flame flickered at her fingertip, instantly incinerating the stocking into nothingness—not even ash remained.
“Dirty. Don’t touch things like that.”
Lin Lue didn’t stop her.
They had already infiltrated successfully. The stocking had served its purpose.
Burning it didn’t matter.
Seeing Yuexue still puffed up with anger, Lin Lue was about to comfort her—
But then she suddenly sat up straight.
Her hips pressed against his thigh as she reached under her qipao and slowly removed her own black stockings, stuffing them into his hand.
They were still warm, carrying her body heat and scent.
Lin Lue: “???”
He stared at them in confusion.
“What are you doing? Why take off your stockings for no reason?”
“She has stockings. I have stockings too.”
Yuexue said seriously.
“Mine are better.”
“…Better how?”
“Warmer.”
Lin Lue’s lips twitched as he looked at the warm, crumpled black stockings in his hand.
Where did this strange sense of competition come from?
“Ah, yes. Of course.”
He responded perfunctorily, stuffing them into his pocket, and turned his gaze back to the stage.
Yuexue also quieted down.
On the platform, the black-robed woman’s tone grew increasingly harsh and filled with hatred:
“Earlier, a spy we planted in the Upper District successfully lured a witch into Falling. But before even a day passed, she was eliminated by a Great Witch! Even our spy was brutally killed!”
“We will never forget this debt! We will never stop seeking revenge!”
“After much planning, we obtained information about that Great Witch’s wife and descended to the Lower District, determined to make him experience a fate worse than death!”
“But we failed.”
“But it doesn’t matter!”
“Our fury will not fade! Our revenge is endless!”
“We have captured a witch from the Upper District—one deeply connected to that Great Witch!”
“Today, we will use her blood to honor our fallen comrades!”
As her words fell, the ground trembled.
Mechanisms whirred.
The center of the platform split open, and a metal-framed bed slowly rose up.
Bound tightly to it was a blonde-haired girl.
She was small and frail, her mouth gagged with a dirty cloth.
Her hair was disheveled, her eyes filled with tears—fear and despair evident.
She trembled violently as she looked at the frenzied crowd.
The black-robed woman raised her arms.
“Great Witch Yuexue—we will make you feel pain!”
“Feel pain!”
“Feel pain!”
“Feel pain!”
The crowd roared in unison.
Even those who weren’t believers were swept up in the atmosphere.
The Lower District loved excitement.
Lin Lue: “?”
Yuexue: “?”
They looked at each other.
“Miss Yuexue… did she just say your name?”
“…It seems so.”
“Do you know that girl?”
Yuexue shook her head firmly.
“I’ve never seen her before.”
Listening to the crowd shouting, “Drain her blood!” and “Revenge!”—voices shaking the walls—Lin Lue thought:
So they couldn’t get Yuexue, so they grabbed a random girl as a substitute?
Even the story about capturing her is probably fake.
What a sloppy operation.
This Pure Sect was doomed sooner or later.
And today—
He would be the one to destroy it.
“Now then!”
“Let us invite a lucky individual to carry out this Sacred Revenge!”
“…That male servant over there—you!”
Lin Lue: “?”
A beam of light fell on him.
He pointed at himself.
“Me?”
“…”
This development was even more absurd than coming home to find Lin Xue’er wearing only his shirt, barefoot, sweetly asking what he wanted to do first.
He had come here to cause trouble.
To eliminate future threats.
Yet somehow—
He had become the executioner.
Standing on the cold stage, surrounded by fanatical believers—
Their bloodthirsty eyes fixed on him—
A chainsaw was shoved into his hands.
The heavy metal handle dug into his palm.
The blade gleamed coldly.
Lin Lue stared at it in silence.
He glanced toward Yuexue.
She sat with her legs crossed, chin resting on her hand, watching him with amusement.
A moment later—
She couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Her shoulders shook as she bent over, covering her mouth, laughing.
This farce was simply too entertaining.