So it turns out I'm the demon!

Yan Fenghuo almost instinctively wanted to throw the child out of his arms.

But it was still too late.

The baby, who had been crying just moments before, turned bluish-purple and withered, then suddenly sprang up and opened its mouth to bite his neck.

The tiny mouth stretched from the corner of the lips to the base of the ears.

The mouth is densely packed with hundreds of sharp, cone-shaped teeth.

Yan Fenghuo desperately turned his head to avoid a fatal blow, but the child bit his right ear, narrowly avoiding a fatal throat wound.

A sharp, intense pain shot through my ear.

He grunted, grabbed the child by the back of the neck with his left hand, and pulled him off with all his might.

His right ear was also torn off.

Blood trickled down his neck, soaking half of his collar in the blink of an eye.

Yan Fenghuo gasped in pain and swung his right-hand scimitar at the thrown monster with all his might!

But the monster was as slippery as an eel.

It lightly touched the back of his knife with its toes, used the momentum to spring backward, and leaped to the top of an old tree next to it.

Its body rapidly grows larger as it leaps out.

She grew from the size of an infant into the appearance of a seven or eight-year-old girl.

The little girl sat barefoot on a treetop, swinging her little legs, and looked down at Yan Fenghuo, who was clutching his bloodied earlobe: "Master Yan, you reacted pretty quickly. I thought that bite would have ripped half your head off."

"Who are you?!"

Yan Fenghuo covered his bleeding right ear with one hand and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

He glanced at the battlefield on the other side out of the corner of his eye.

Yang Weiguang and his team are in the midst of a fierce battle.

The most terrifying thing was that the eyes of those demon-slaying guards who had been bitten on the neck by the villagers turned pitch black in just a few breaths.

They were quickly infected and transformed into painless demons, who then turned around and swung their swords at their former comrades!

"This demonic energy can even infect a demon slayer?"

Yan Fenghuo's heart sank, and he quickly took out a talisman from his pocket and stuck it to the wound behind his ear.

They managed to suppress the black energy spreading around the wound.

The little girl's slender fingers moved gently.

A small, blood-red umbrella appeared above her head, slowly rotating.

A string of bells hanging from the eaves of the umbrella.

As the red umbrella spins, it makes a crisp "ding-ding-ding" sound.

"The Red Umbrella Cult?!"

Yan Fenghuo's expression changed.

The little girl tilted her head, her smile innocent and guileless, but her eyes were as cold as a snake.

"I've long heard of Master Yan of the Fourth Hall in Huzhou City, who is known as the 'Desperate Gambler.' Today, I've come specifically to see for myself, and I hope Master Yan won't disappoint me."

Before she finished speaking, her figure transformed into a bolt of lightning, hurtling towards Yan Fenghuo.

Yan Fenghuo brandished his sword to meet the attack.

But the blade only managed to shatter a wisp of afterimage where it touched.

The little girl did not confront him directly, but instead circled around him like a ghost. Whenever she could not dodge Yan Fenghuo's blade, she would turn the red umbrella in her hand to neutralize his blade energy.

Whenever Yan Fenghuo tried to rescue his colleagues who were struggling in battle, she would immediately step in.

But the moment Yan Fenghuo turned around to fight her to the death, she immediately distanced herself, refusing to confront him head-on.

Instead of attacking, it harasses, like a big cat playing with its prey.

As time went by, Yan Fenghuo felt his mind begin to wander.

The little girl's figure in front of me also changed size and distance.

Clearly, despite the talisman's suppression, the toxin from the bite wound near the ear was still slowly spreading.

"We can't afford to waste any more time like this; this vixen is deliberately trying to kill me!"

Yan Fenghuo bit his tongue hard, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly turned around, ignoring the little girl circling around him, and rushed towards the battlefield on Yang Weiguang's side.