C16 Who Is Whose Meal

Qin Ji unhappily wiped the arm away and stuffed it back into her sleeve. Then, she raised her face and said to Yun Yan, "Forget it, it's fine if you don't want to eat it."

Qin Ji did not say anything else. The demon and the ghost continued to walk forward. The stars and the lights that they had seen just now seemed to have become a little farther away. When they turned around, the lights suddenly disappeared in front of them. When they turned around, they appeared behind them again.

Yun Yan was confused. Although she was afraid, she still mustered up her courage and said to Qin Ji, "Sister, um, are we lost?"

Qin Ji sneered and said, "Lost? I've been wandering in the mountains for a hundred years, and I've never been lost before."

Yun Yan had been holding back the words in her heart for a long time, and only now did she stutter and say, "Sister, you... won't eat me, right?"

Qin Ji looked Yun Yan up and down, then reached out her hand and gently touched her face. "This is hard to say. You look white and tender, and you're also a demon."

Yun Yan quickly emphasized, "A Half-Demon, haha, Half-Demon."

Qin Ji said, "Oh, Half-Demon, that's not bad either. Look, you have been cultivating for at least a thousand years, right? If you eat it, your cultivation will definitely increase greatly."

As she spoke, she moved closer to Yun Yan and couldn't help but lick Yun Yan's fair and tender face with her tongue. Yun Yan instantly felt a numbing sensation in her body. She regretted speaking too much and regretted not learning some Demon-slaying techniques from her master. Fortunately, she was able to protect herself when in danger.

However, what use was there to regret? Yun Yan smiled and dodged Qin Ji, "Sister, you must be joking. I'm still too young and not tasty."

Qin Ji said, "You don't understand. The smaller you are, the more tender you are. The more tender you are, the more delicious you will taste. Compared to those stinky men, I like you, a little boy, who is fragrant. You will definitely increase your cultivation after eating me."

Although Qin Ji said that, she did not attack Yun Yan. She teased her along the way, watching her get frightened, but pretending to be calm. She felt that it was very interesting. The people she met usually were either coveting her beauty or plotting against her. Now that she met a little boy who had not experienced the world, she was not willing to kill him immediately.

Qin Ji saw that Yun Yan was scared and laughed out loud. She pointed the flute in her hand at her and said, "I'm just teasing you. I'm not hungry yet, so you don't have to worry about your life."

Yun Yan stared at Qin Ji with wide eyes. Qin Ji pointed at the light not far away and said, "Let's go. There's an inn over there. Let's go and rest."

Yun Yan looked in the direction she pointed at. The light was still very far away, but it was less than a thousand feet away from them now. Yun Yan nodded and said, "Okay."

Qin Ji walked in front. It should be said that she was floating in front. Yun Yan followed behind her. It was originally a downhill road, but Qin Ji was floating very easily. Yun Yan walked with some difficulty. It was only a thousand feet away, but it still took him a long time to reach it.

Just as Qin Ji had said, it was really an inn. It was built with wood and looked very simple. A long three-zhang-tall pole was placed at the door, and a string of lanterns hung on it. The light that they had seen earlier was from the lanterns.

Yun Yan looked up when she got close to the inn. There were three large red words on the signboard at the door, "Past Life Inn." It was especially strange under the dim light. Some of the red paint had fallen off, and some of the blood-colored lines were left behind by the red ink.

Yun Yan felt a chill on her back. Qin Ji's cold voice sounded again, "What are you doing? Why aren't you going in?"

"Oh." Yun Yan pushed open the door. The wooden door of the inn seemed to have been damaged for a long time. It made a sharp squeaking sound, and then a gust of dust fell from the gap between the door and the door. Yun Yan's hands were nimble, and she took two steps back. However, some dust still fell from her hair. She raised her hand to pat the dust off her head. Qin Ji waved her sleeves and walked into the inn.

There were a few white candles in the inn. Qin Ji shouted, "Where are they?"

After a long time, no one responded. Just as Qin Ji was about to shout, there was a low rustling sound from the counter. A shorty climbed onto the counter and said, "They're here."

Yun Yan looked at the shorty. He was only about five or six years old, but he had an adult's face. His voice was rough and hoarse. Seeing that it was a woman and a handsome young master, he immediately swept away the unhappiness he had just woken up from. He smiled and said, "Guests, are you here to pick up a needle or to stay in the inn?"

Qin Ji looked at Yun Yan, and Yun Yan immediately understood that she wanted him to order some food. So Yun Yan said, "You still have food here."

The shorty jumped down from the stool and walked to Yun Yan's side. He said enthusiastically, "Yes, yes, what do you want to eat, sir?"

Qin Ji remembered that Yun Yan had said that she had always lived in the mountains, so she thought that she probably wouldn't have the chance to go out and eat. Qin Ji said, "Let's have two bowls of noodles first."

The shorty called Qin Ji and Yun Yan to sit down, then he wiped the table that was slightly taller than him with his hand. Then he smiled and said, "Sirs, please wait a moment." As he spoke, he ran to the back.

Then there was a series of clanging sounds coming from the kitchen. Yun Yan frowned slightly and thought, "Isn't it just making two bowls of noodles? Why is it so tiring?"

Yun Yan leaned on the table and looked at the candles that occasionally flickered. After half an incense stick had burned, Qin Ji finally could not help but slap the table and shout, "How long are we going to wait?"

After a while, the shorty ran out from behind with two bowls of noodles in his hands. The shorty tiptoed and placed the bowl of noodles in his hand on top of Qin Ji and Yun Yan's heads. Then he respectfully handed the chopsticks to them.

Yun Yan, who had been starving for the entire day, finally had her first meal in the middle of the night. She looked at the bowl and saw that it was cold and had no heat at all. The white noodles were covered in a layer of red soup. Yun Yan carefully picked up a piece of noodles and dipped it in the red soup. It was also a layer of faint pink. When she smelled the red soup, it was not soup at all. It was clearly sticky blood.

Yun Yan was shocked and threw the chopsticks in her hand away. She took a few steps back and Qin Ji glanced at her and said, "Why are you making such a big fuss? It's just a bowl of plain noodles. Is there a need to be so afraid?"

The shorty standing beside her asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong, sir? Is there a problem?"

Qin Ji waved her hand at him and said, "No problem. Go and do your work."

The shorty then climbed back to the stool behind the counter.

Yun Yan laughed dryly and sat back down. She picked up the chopsticks with her trembling hands and picked up a piece of bloodied noodles. Finally, she couldn't help but lie on the table and retch.