The Reader and Protagonist Definitely Have to be in True Love

Chapter 7 - Reader: This is not the undead ... Too handsome, it's unscientific!

The skeleton was holding the limp body of a young man, the soft black hair falling in between the bones of his hand.

Suddenly, there was a sound from above their heads: “Meow?”

The strong sense of being watched put Xiu on the defensive. He looked up, instinctively covering Du Ze with his his black cloak. He saw a creature above them.

It was… a cat? It was dark-furred, with one golden and one blue eye. Xiu’s attention was immediately caught by the creature’s tails. Although it looked like a cat, it had nine tails. The demon was crouching down on top of the statue, tilting its head and looking down at the skeleton who was guarding his food. Seeing Xiu looking at it, the monster’s eyes were full of joy and love.

“Meow!”

Xiu stared alertly at the enraptured demonic beast. The light element had finally left his body. The death aura around his body started to seethe with renewed energy, becoming darker and more intense, as the soul energy had now been fully assimilated. The black aura then gathered itself to cover the bones by weaving flesh and blood until the death aura that covered the sky dissipated without a trace, having been drawn into Xiu’s body.

The abandoned temple became quiet and still once more, except for the demon beast and Xiu, who was still holding the sacrificial offering, silently confronting each other.

Xiu now had long black hair that curls back from his forehead and profound jet black eyes, from the depths of which flashed a blue light. His expression was very somber, and the pale skin of the undead had added a melancholy air to his looks, but his beauty remained intact. The Lich and human look the same, like something that walked out from an ancient painting of a decadent aristocrat. But when Xiu stretched out his right hand to push his hair back behind his ear, he found that it was still bone, not flesh, betraying the essence of his undead nature.

The last bite of his meal was interrupted by the demon beast, and the soul that he had devoured was not enough to completely restore his entire body so the right arm was still made of bone. Xiu tightened his hold on Du Ze. As long as he kills the demon, he can swallow the rest of the soul and fully recover.

Xiu grabbed the giant death scythe which made an arc in the air. A crescent-shaped beam of dark energy flew straight towards the demonic beast. The cat-like monster moved nimbly away from the beam’s trajectory, jumping from the pedestal. It landed lightly on its feet, opposite Xiu. Its eyes were sparkling, as if it wanted to play more with Xiu.

“Meow!”

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The cat *cough* – spirit beast says meow.
The dark force Xiu released broke the ceiling of the temple ruins, revealing the black night sky. The purple moon was at its zenith and the moonlight shone down on the statue and the Lich.

The cat-like demon’s ears twitched and its eyes widened. It glanced at the dark-robed Lich once more before it ran away. Xiu did not notice that demon beast had left. He was standing under a ray of moonlight, sensing a fluctuation in the soul energy of the youth in his arms.

Xiu lowered his head, the long black robe spread out around him, and looked into Du Ze’s eyes. This time, he saw a pale, black-haired, black-eyed human form reflected in the darkness.

He was still a terrible, evil, terrifying undead, now covered with human skin.

That was the Lich’s thought. Then he heard the owner of the eyes say, “Let go of me.”

Xiu held Du Ze’s hand tightly at first, then slowly let go. He looked at Du Ze gloomily as the latter left his arms. Xiu’s right hand still held his scythe, ready for trouble.