A Good-for-Nothing

147. Luo Yan (1)

Translator: Dragon Rider

When Li Zong carried him into his living quarters, He Zheng had already fallen asleep during the heave, totally unaware of how many people Li Zong carrying him had met on his way here. In fact, Li Zong had even chanced upon Tan Lubai and Zhao Yidi who had just left the office where the examination panel had been staying. The latter hadn’t made any sarcastic remarks, which had been rather rare. She had merely advised Li Zong not to be so flamboyant, saying that there were still many single staff members in this bureau who might be upset by this kind of conduct of his.

He Zheng was indeed fast asleep, oblivious of the fact that his clothes were soaked with sweat. Li Zong put him down onto the bed, undressed him, wiped his whole body with a clean towel, dressed him in comfortable pajamas and then tucked him in.

A thin layer of sweat had oozed out of his forehead when he finished doing all this.

Gazing at He Zheng’s sleeping face, Li Zong couldn’t help but stoop down and planted a kiss on his brow. The care he gave himself was far less than what he’d given He Zheng — a quick wipe of his forehead. He didn’t even have enough time to change clothes. After all, there were too many matters he needed to attend to. The thought of the couple of Spear Falcons that they had just consumed gave Li Zong a headache. He had to figure out a way to explain that to Elder Chen…

Thinking about this, Li Zong pulled a wry face and involuntarily looked at the sound asleep guy on the bed. Given how much he had just eaten, he probably wouldn’t feel hungry any time soon. Before leaving, Li Zong glimpsed the row of teeth marks on He Zheng’s lower lip. He stroked them with his thumb and then walked to his desk, pulled open a drawer and fished out a small bottle of ointment.

It didn’t take discerning eyes to tell that the ointment was high-end. The bottle was made of white jade. After the plug was removed, a faint aroma soon pervaded the room. If Tao Wujiu, a disciple of the Hezao Sect, were here to see it, he would definitely exclaimed in astonishment — this small bottle of ointment was approximately worth a three-bedroom residence in the Coastal City.

However, Supt. Li didn’t stint on it at all. He gingerly applied it over He Zheng’s lip as if the elixir which could cure almost any wound were some kind of lipstick.

He had just finished this when his cellphone rang. It was Zu Zhichong calling. Li Zong conveniently muted it and adjusted the covers for He Zheng. Seeing He Zheng had been well tucked up and there was no risk that he would kick the covers off the bed, he finally walked away in satisfaction.

He Zheng had always been having troubled nights. As far as he could remember, never once had he had a dreamless sleep. As a result, on this day, he hadn’t been surprised when he started dreaming.

At the beginning of the dream, he was on Li Zong’s back which was heaving like a palanquin. He Zheng even unconsciously rubbed his face against Li Zong’s back, but slowly, Li Zong disappeared, leaving him standing alone in a vast wasteland where it was so windy and dusty that he could barely keep his eyes open, and where spalls could be seen rolling on the ground everywhere. He Zheng had to fling up his hand to shield his eyes against the sand blown by the wind. When he lowered his hand and opened his eyes, he found himself on the brink of an enormous meteorite crater.

Born audacious, He Zheng was not afraid at all. He tightened his grip on the Shadow Sword, inched closer to the edge of the crater, looked down and, to his surprise, found that there was an immense demon seal in it, beneath which countless clouds of black gas were churning.

He Zheng was stunned. What was this place?

When He Zheng tried to raise his hand, he felt that something was not quite right — his arms seemed to be stuck fast in some kind of force as if they were bound together. He Zheng instantly felt miserable, struggling in an effort to free himself from the restriction. Right at this moment, innumerable Rubbermen popped out of thin air pressing closer on him. Feeling a bucketful of ice cascade into his stomach, He Zheng made an attempt to swing the Shadow Sword, but his whole body was tightly restrained by something and he couldn’t move an inch.

“AAAARGH!” Shouting, He Zheng abruptly sat up on the bed but failed to keep his balance and fell off to the ground.

Seeing the covers on him, He Zheng was speechless.

He had no idea how Li Zong had managed to bind him like a carpenterworm or a chicken. Getting out of the covers took some doing.

He wiped his face which was drenched with sweat, but discovered that his clothes had been changed.

As he recalled the dream that he had just had, something seemed to flit across his mind, but very soon he forgot everything about the dream, sitting on the ground, lost in a trance.

Outside the living quarters.

Luo Yan cautiously sneaked into the building of living quarters. Not daring get too close, hiding in a corner a safe distance away from Li Zong’s chambers, he willed a small wisp of his demonic Qi to waft towards it, intending it to enter.

But it’d never occurred to Luo Yan that Li Zong on his way out had conveniently cast a protection spell on the walls to ensure He Zheng’s uninterrupted sleep. For a common person, the enchantment was merely like an extra wall keeping them from gaining entry, but for a shadow-demon, as Li Zong’s powers were highly offensive, it was perilously damaging.

That wisp of demonic Qi was directly burnt in a golden light as it touched the wall and with that Luo Yan hiding not far away spat out a mouthful of blood. He turned around and, in his hurry to leave, accidentally overturned a flowerpot beside him, making some noises.

The greater a cultivator’s powers, the sharper their five senses. Though He Zheng was still somewhat sleepy, his reactions were as quick as usual. “Who’s creeping out there?!”

He Zheng quickly pulled the door open and walked outside, but there was nobody there.

His eyebrows knitted, He Zheng glanced around and saw a jet-black, long-tailed cat walk out of a corner. He coldly stared at it.

“In TV dramas, there’s always a rogue animal showing up when someone harboring evil designs is exposed.”

Luo Yan hiding in the shadows was almost reduced to vomiting blood.

He Zheng ignored the cat and headed for the direction of Luo Yan, holding the Shadow Sword.

Luo Yan had a sinister look on his face. If really exposed, he would have no alternative but to fight, but this was the Supernaturalism Management Bureau (SMB), and there was no way he could get out of this place unharmed, even if he managed to overpower He Zheng.

He Zheng’s footsteps were getting closer and closer. Right at the moment when Luo Yan shifted into a combative position, He Zheng a single pace away from him, He Zheng’s cellphone suddenly rang. He lowered his head to look at it and saw that the call was from Lin Zhuo.