Why is the Demon King like this?

After exiting the subway, Keisuke Ao went to a nearby restaurant recommended by someone for a meal.

After having a good meal, I went to the supermarket in the mall and bought two slices of fresh salmon for Yuki, and several boxes of breathable masks and a few sets of summer clothes that suit my taste.

By the time I got home, night had already fallen.

"Meow meow meow!"

Yuki ran to the door to greet him, and Aoki Keisuke squatted down to check her hind legs. Only after confirming that there was no problem did he put his things away.

"The recovery is going well, and there has been an increase in spirituality."

Yuki's spirituality index increased from 50 to 57!

"This is your dinner."

When Keisuke Ao put the fish into the black cat's plate without slicing or steaming it, and even with some bloodstains, it could instantly trigger a fit of rage in some cat owners.

But for Yuki, it was the ultimate delicacy.

Tossing with their teeth and licking up scraps of meat with their tongues is how wild cats eat!

The little female kitten ate while meowing happily, her tail held high with the tip curved like a question mark.

"Eat up, eat more, and then come out with me."

"Meow?"

"How about I take you to visit the high school girl who lives at the school?"

If it's inconvenient to go into the women's restroom in the afternoon, then it's convenient late at night, isn't it?

Meow~

Wherever my master goes, I will go!

Even if it's a monster as terrifying as the one from a few nights ago, please don't abandon me again!

Aokiji got up, took a shower, changed out of his school uniform, and threw it into the washing machine along with his newly bought clothes.

I turned on the TV, and the program featured an old shrine priest from some unknown shrine, who was recounting the recorded stories of yokai from the past.

People treat it as a kind of spot-the-difference game. Once a logical error is found, the young idols will rush to speak, making the old master rack his brains to come up with a way to make the story logical.

They looked very happy and harmonious.

"In today's society, science is so advanced that even I can't keep up. My granddaughter had to teach me how to use a cell phone for a long time before I could barely figure it out."

However, regardless of whether these things and legends are true or false, I sincerely believe that maintaining awe and caution towards the unknown is a precious quality of humankind.

It was precisely through this caution that our ancestors were able to grow and thrive, escaping the clutches of wild beasts…

When it came to the time for political correctness, the old master immediately won everyone's respect, as if the people who had been joking around just moments before were not the people in the studio at all.

The host picked up the conversation and began to steer the topic in other directions.

Keisuke Ao lost interest in watching any longer, so he took out the washed clothes, shook them, and put them in the dryer.

He thought for a moment, then went to the kitchen, found a flat metal bottle, poured some whiskey into it, and put it away close to his body.

Then, I pulled out a small military knife from the bottom of the display case—it came from a military enthusiast I met online, and it was a hidden, specially made model. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to tell what it was.

Next to the saber was a wakizashi, only 40 centimeters long, which looked like a dagger.

Inside was a katana, wrapped in black cloth—the Demon King had initially thought it was a family heirloom, but upon inspection, he discovered it was just for show, not even as durable as a kitchen knife.

"Are you full?"

Meow~

The black cat came closer and rubbed affectionately against his ankles.

"Let's go then."

Because he had the cat with him, Keisuke Ao had to call a taxi.

— Qing Gui’s family does own a German-made BMW, but the original owner couldn’t get a driver’s license yet, so to avoid trouble, it was best to take a taxi.

Of course, if you want, you can also get a motorcycle driver's license for 400cc or less that you can take at age 16.

Late at night, I returned to campus.

Keisuke Ao, wearing a mask and a baseball cap, climbed over the wall from a place without surveillance cameras, strolled through the corridor, and only paused when he reached the teaching building.

—There are lights upstairs.

The teachers' offices were brightly lit, and you could vaguely see the corporate slaves still working overtime in the high-rise buildings.

Qing Keisuke:?

It's so late, isn't everyone going home?

The Demon King slowly frowned; this was getting a bit out of hand.

If they cause any disturbance during their visit, those teachers will probably rush to the scene immediately.

"It's a pity, we'll just do a little reconnaissance tonight." Aokiji patted the cat's head.

Meow~

He stomped his shoes on the wooden floor of the shoe cabinet and walked straight into the hallway.

The teaching building was quiet; even the offices with their lights on were almost silent.

In the air, there was a faint, restless spirituality, strange or lively, quite chaotic—most of which came from the students' overactive thoughts.

In the stillness of the night, the traces left behind begin to come alive, and if one were to stumble upon them by chance, one would surely have a profound dream that night.

Keisuke Ao carefully examined the details, searching for the cruel parts.

Humans are the soil of spirituality, and Hanako exists only in legends. Based on the stories he has collected, Keisuke Ao doesn't believe she could be a kind ghost.

Climb the stairs to the third floor.

I happened to hear voices coming from an office not far away.

A young man said, "Wow, I didn't expect to be working so late. How about we all grab a drink later? It's on me!"

"Mr. Pu Song, now that you say that, we can't even continue working!"

"Ah... I'm sorry."

Then came a burst of laughter, followed by Chizuru Tsukishima's calm and polite refusal, which quickly dissipated the cheerful atmosphere that had been building up in the office.

"That's true, Professor Tsukishima never drinks."

"What a pity!"

"Is it alright to have a drink once in a while, Mr. Tsukishima?"

"Sorry, I have something to do at home."

"Oh, I see!" The young male teacher couldn't hide his disappointment. "Then we'll just have to wait until next time."

So a group of middle-aged teachers, their interest piqued, began sharing their favorite izakayas and recommending them to their colleagues.

Chizuru Tsukishima sighed inwardly once again—

Keisuke Ao refocused his attention; in a way, it really wasn't easy being a beautiful female teacher.

Then, he turned and went into the girls' restroom.

The room was dimly lit, with a dripping faucet and a slightly fishy smell in the air.

The chaotic spirituality formed a shallow vortex here, its level not high, yet it lingered for a long time, like yellow alkaline grime clinging to the edge of a wall.

Keisuke Aoki instinctively sensed something was amiss. He frowned and slowed his breathing.

"Meow~" Yuki meowed softly, instinctively wanting to dig in the dirt.

"Let's begin then."

Keisuke Ao recalled the ritual of summoning Hanako and went to the first toilet stall.

"Knock knock!"

He asked softly, "Is Hanako there?"

In an instant, he sensed his spirituality beginning to grow.

It seems that something is about to arrive as summoned.

The black cat meowed uneasily, and Qing Guijie chuckled to reassure it, "Don't be afraid, just trust me."

Meow~

Next, it was the second shop, and Keisuke Ao knocked on it again.

Under the influence of the spirit, his voice seemed to be distorted.

The dim light in the bathroom flickered repeatedly, and finally went out with a "bang" as the filament burned out.

Should we prepare to leave?

Keisuke Ao stood outside the third cubicle, lost in thought.

With this knock, he was 90% certain that Hanako from this school would comply with his ritual and appear before him.

"Thump!"

But before he could make a move or leave, a sound suddenly came from the third cubicle, as if the host couldn't wait and pressed the crucial final doorbell for the guest.

Welcome!