[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

131: College Entrance Exam Student 07

Finally, with the assistance of the Lord of the Gate, Zong Yan collected some papyrus from the era of the Black Pharaoh.

These well-preserved papyrus documents contained examples of magic patterns that had been lost to history. They each contained patterns that could be combined and rearranged to create formidable new alchemical formations.

With a glance, Zong Yan knew the papyrus sheets had extraordinary significance for modern-day humans. The occult world might seem to be disconnected from the rest of humanity, but in fact they maintained contact with major countries at the highest level. It was no exaggeration to say the occult world's achievements in magic patterns would eventually make their way into the "scientific" discoveries of various nations, creating a leap forward for human technology.

He thought about it, sifted through the sheets again, and put aside the most dangerous ones. Then he took Yog's hand, and together they left the pyramid of the Black Pharaoh.

Sometimes too much knowledge would lead to one's downfall. Similar words were carved into MU's school rules. They were also among the top three guidelines of the investigator's handbook.

"Where are we going now?"

The Lord of the Gate glanced sideways. His long hair, like flowing moonlight, fell gently on Zong Yan's shoulder.

Zong Yan couldn't resist. He covertly stretched his fingers to catch the strands of soft, falling silver. When he looked up, his gaze collided with a pair of smiling golden eyes.

Startled, he tried to withdraw his hand, but the gray-haired evil god raised a beautiful eyebrow, seeming to indicate his discontentment with this action.

A moment later, the silver hair that fell to Yog's waist lengthened wildly, turning into thousands upon thousands of living strands of silk, firmly trapping Zong Yan inside them.

Some tendrils went even further, lifting the hem of the black-haired young man's clothes, diving inside each layer of fabric, striving to achieve zero-distance contact.

"Like my hair so much, hmm?"

Yog's voice came from somewhere above him. The words ended in a trailing note with a palpable hint of danger.

Zong Yan, who was wrapped like a mummified dumpling: "..."

Countless silken threads slid suggestively over his body. Some even ran across the inner joints of his legs, stroking lightly. A few tendrils wrapped playfully around his fingers, truly giving him the sensation of hair that was smoother than Rejoice.

To make things even more intense, he was still in a human body. He couldn't see a thing.

"Enjoy my hair as much as you like."

As the Lord of the Gate smiled, his movements became extremely tender, and gradually the black-haired young man's whimpers were muffled in his throat.

"It likes you too... Little Majesty."

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After returning from Egypt, they made a trip to Miskatonic University.

MU had recently conducted a vigorous campaign to clean out cultist infiltrators. After all, no one would have dreamed the vice chancellor was actually the high priest of the Sect of R'lyeh. When the truth came out, everyone was shocked.

However, the so-called infiltrator cleaning campaign only managed to catch a few people in the end. Zong Yan looked into it, but he didn't have much confidence in the school from the start. It was basically stuffed with cultists.

"Many of the people who worship evil gods aren't fanatics," said Yog. "Sometimes humans are simply in need of emotional support. Most cultists have clear boundaries. If an evil god asked them to do something contrary to the interests of humanity, they'd change allegiance in a minute.