The Devil in an Angel's Shell

Chapter 117

The top floor of the Book Depository.

The silver-white dragon was given the big, shiny book, and sat down on it in a crouch of contentment.

And humans don't have it so easy.

As soon as he sat down, Zhuo Fu took out a thick stack of information from his satchel.

Immediately afterward, he laid out the entire process in detail, and then played the backup copy of the experiment for Mu Hang.

A low, eerie prayer echoed, and then in the next second it ended abruptly, leaving only a rustling sound.

Mu Hang hung his eyes thoughtfully, tapping his fingertips subconsciously on the desktop, making a duh sound.

Zhuo Fu took a slow, deep breath, "...... Anyway, that's probably it."

At that moment, Shi An, who was crouching over a book, blinked and looked over:

"That prayer rings a bell with me."

Zhuo Fu froze and whipped his head around, "What?"

Shi An : "That's the prayer the strange black-robed men used."

He spread his wings and flew, not forgetting to take his jeweled book with him, and landed shakily in Mu Hang's lap.

The man reached out, skillfully catching the dragon and the book together.

Shi An said as she coiled herself up:

"It roughly means that the sins committed by mankind will be paid for with blood, and a new tomorrow will be ushered in for the whole world blah blah blah."

The corner of Zhuo Fu's mouth twitched, "That sounds so evil."

He thought for a moment, and pursued the question with some puzzlement:

"Speaking of which, what does the group mean by planting? Planting spies? Or something else?"

Mu Hang narrowed his eyes absently:

"Not a spy."

Starting from the death of Principal Pei, he had assigned Wen Yao to secretly conduct background checks and cleanups within the Administration, especially the members of the Combat Department. From the Rosters' trip to the investigations targeting the Dragon after his return, he had also alerted many of the enemies lurking within the Administration, revealing them to the public.

After several rounds of screening, the inside of Administration is almost clean.

These eyes and ears were slowly infiltrated in the past ten years, that's why they have not been detected, in the case that they have already begun to be vigilant, want to insert people in such a short period of time, almost impossible.

Zhuo Fu was perplexed, "What could that be?"

Mu Hang tapped his fingertips on the tabletop, "Crack."

Those cracks that were able to release a strange purple mist outward should be the culprit behind the recent strong fluctuations in magic power detection and the abnormal movement of magical creatures.

The group planted such seams in various places throughout the continent, causing a high incidence of demonic attacks on humans.

What is the purpose?

"...... By the time the blood moon falls, our mission will finally be accomplished." Zhuo Fu muttered.

There had been records of blood moons in the ancient texts of many races, and even in human calendars, but the methods of calculation and the exact time were all far apart, resulting in different results.

There are killings, harvests, and symbols of the cycle of karma.

Ancient alchemy considered magic to be a fluid, like the tides, that would change with the phases of the moon.

And the appearance of a blood moon affects the direction of the flow of magic throughout the continent.

Zhuo Fu thought of this and could not help but slightly widen his eyes.

He stammered, somewhat hard to believe:

"But, but, since the disappearance of the Fantasy Seed, there hasn't been a single blood moon on the continent!"

Mu Hang said calmly, "We used to think there were no more dragons in this world."

As he spoke, he brushed his fingertips gently against Little dragon's chin.

Zhuo Fu: "......"

He looked over to the dragon, who was lying on Mu Hang's knee, rightfully enjoying the human's petting services, and fell into a long silence.

Well, that's a good point.

"And the Abyssal Rift has been appearing far too often lately, we don't know what kind of impact it has had on the continent." Mu Hang frowned and said:

"More to the point, we don't know exactly when."

Zhuo Fu expression also became a little ugly:

"Yes."

Each ancient calendar records different ways of measurement, at different times in human history, some are measured according to alchemy, some according to the laws of celestial orbit, and some according to the trajectory of magical changes.

In ancient times the difference in the math may not have been significant, but not now.

As this was happening, Little dragon, nestled in Mu Hang's lap, yawned widely and said in a wistful tone:

"Ah ...... Blood Moon ah, I actually don't like it too much la."

Both humans were stunned and looked over toward Shi An.

Shi An wiggled her tail and said to herself, "That time of year all the magical creatures get really loud and it also makes it hard for me to sleep."

Zhuo Fu froze, then burst into ecstasy.

Yeah, they don't know the measurements now, but they have dragons!

This is a former Blood Moon pro!

He asked cautiously:

"Anon, do you know when the last blood moon was supposed to happen?"

Mu Hang coldly glared at Zhuo Fu.

Zhuo Fu hastily changed his words, "Ahem, Lord Dragon ...... is Lord Dragon!"

The silver-white Little dragon cocked his head and said, "Well, I'd have to do the math."

He closed his eyes and seemed to begin to meditate.

Zhuo Fu was a bit nervous and subconsciously held his breath.

Shi An finally opens his eyes before his face is suffocated into a pig's liver color.

He said, "In about a week."

Zhuo Fu raised his voice incredulously, "A week???"

His face hardened.

This, this this this ...... leaves them little time!

Mu Hang similarly realized this, and his eyes sank slightly.

"You'll be the one to report this,"

Zhuo Fu nodded with a pale face.

"Give me the coordinates of any unusual magic fluctuations during this time,"

The silver-haired man stood up with his dragon in his arms and ordered succinctly:

"In the meantime, you figure out as fast as you can what that demon has swallowed and what might happen when the blood moon arrives."

Getting feedback from the upper echelons of the Administration would take a short amount of time, but Mu Hang wasn't prepared to sit in his chair and wait, which was why he asked Zhuo Fu for the coordinates of the recent anomalies in magical fluctuations.

Wen Yao soon got the same share.

After being informed of the status quo, she very quickly began to look at the action, taking charge of sending squads in the direction of the perimeter and even beyond, while Mu Hang took care of the coordinate addresses within the central zone.

Mu Hang looked over the information he had in front of him and suddenly his attention was drawn to a location.

Here are the highest values and the most fluctuating within the central zone.

More importantly ......

Shi An poked her head out of the man's arms and looked curiously toward the papers in his hands:

"What's wrong?"

Mu Hang stroked Little dragon's spine and pointed out the corner of the document in his hand.

Shi An's eyes followed Mu Hang's finger, and then landed on the family that was labeled after the location of that spot - "Toki Family".

*

For some time now, Shi Rui has been in a state of fear and panic.

Those black-robed people never contacted him again, and there didn't seem to be any more movement over at Administration, so he didn't know if those people suspected him or what his next fate would be.

Yet, these were not his greatest fears.

I don't know how many nights he woke up screaming in misery from his dreams.

Cold sweat beaded in his eyes, and in his mind there was still that pair of golden-red colored terrifying vertical pupils, as well as that teenager who smiled innocently and harmlessly, but acted as if the devil was on earth.

Shi An.

He couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine every time he thought of the name, the near-death fear he had once experienced crawling up his spine like an icy snake.

It definitely wasn't the coy, weak, bullying half-brother he remembered.

It's monsters, it's demons!

But whenever Shi Rui couldn't resist the urge to denounce, he couldn't help but remember the horrible phantom pain he had experienced.

That flame mark on his wrist was like a slave's brand, and no matter how hard he tried to remove it from his skin from rubbing it off.

At one point, Shi Rui even shivered as he raised his knife and tried to pluck out the piece of flesh.

But halfway through, he couldn't stand the pain and gave up.

When that half of the scab faded, Shi Rui realized with despair that the brand of flame was intact.

The secret was like burning hot coals of fire, weighing on his heart at every moment, leaving him breathless.

Shi Rui waited in a state of wild alarm.

But he waited and waited and waited for nothing.

After that day, Shi An vanished into thin air.

Shi Rui once even asked Shi An's old Butler for information, but he was clearly wary of him and simply told him that Shi An had gone on a trip for an undetermined period of time.

As the days passed, life seemed to return to what it had been earlier.

After getting the protection system repaired, the Ableist Academy opened as normal.

Shi An didn't come. I heard he took a long vacation.

The person who helped him with the leave seemed to be very authoritative, so the school authorities granted the leave very easily.

As time passed, the fear of that day began to fade from Shi Rui's mind.

Maybe Shi An will never come back?

Shi An's disappearance was the best possible ending for him.

There is no longer a second candidate for the position of heir to the Toki family, and Shi Rui no longer has to worry about waking up from another nightmare.

How perfect.

One afternoon, Shi Rui suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

He was sitting in the hall, so he naturally went to the door and opened it.

The door was pulled open.

A familiar face appeared in front of him.

The teenager's hair was a soft light brown color in the sunlight, his dark eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of his light-colored lips were raised upwards in a harmless smile identical to the one in Shi Rui's nightmare.

Shi Rui: "......"

Those terrifying, reddish-gold eyes that seemed to come from the distant past emerged from the darkness and gazed at him with icy scorn, and phantom pains that burned like fire rose from all his limbs, and an intense fear welled up from the depths of his soul.

Shi Rui felt as if he had been hit on the head, yanked back into his worst nightmare in an instant.

Though the sun was shining brightly overhead, Shi Rui shivered uncontrollably in that instant as if she had fallen into a freezing cold.

The teenager gazed at him with those curved, soft, dark eyes.

His voice was soft, as if it had no offense, making people subconsciously let their guard down:

"Hi, long time no see."

The demon in the shell of an angel stood in front of Shi Rui and raised an intimate and pleasant smile at him, inquiring without any malice:

"Miss me?"