In this world, there are, after all, some things we cannot see, yet they silently exist. The primary duty of a demon hunter is to eliminate evil entities that do not abide by the rules.
However, demon hunters also need to eat, and true Underworld Officials (Minh Bộ) are few. For this reason, the Divine Realm established its own organization—the Demon Hunter Association. Ahem, alright, to put it in common terms, they're basically bounty hunters.
My name is Feng Feifei, and I am a mage. Currently, I work for the Demon Hunter Association. Mages can't withstand a single close-range attack, which is why I, and all other mages, raise a warrior pet. Normally, when we acquire a corpse, we cast a spell and use our own blood as a conduit to imbue it with life. Thus, the pet and its master share a common life; if the master dies and their spiritual energy dissipates, the pet will also perish. Those in the know call them 'Following Corpses' (Tuihang Shi).
I walked down the street in the dark night, the faint streetlights casting my elongated shadow crookedly on the ground. Looking at the blank expression and stiff movements of the Tuihang Shi behind me, I sighed deeply, cursing Underworld Official Liu Xiang a wicked forty-nine times in my heart. Suddenly, the sound of sleeves fluttering in the night wind reached my ears. I was so startled my face changed color. Just as I was about to turn around, a Soul-Slaying Sword flew through the air, and my Tuihang Shi, which hadn't even been fully formed for three days, was instantly destroyed. Liu Xiang retracted his sword, a teasing look on his face as he watched me. I reined in my claws, desperately suppressing the urge to lunge forward and scratch his handsome, smug face to pieces.
The person in front of me chuckled softly, then vanished without a trace. I leaned my hand on the ivory-white lamppost, wanting nothing more than to cry out loud. Fourth time. This is the fourth time this year. This spring has truly been an exceptionally unlucky season. One of my Tuihang Shi, which had been with me for eighteen years and whose attack power had reached Warrior Level 28—naturally, while it was watching village girls bathe in the outskirts—was cleaved in two by Underworld Official Liu Xiang. From that moment on, my tragic years began.
This year, I've had a total of four Tuihang Shi, and Liu Xiang devoured them all. The infuriating thing is that I'm seething with resentment, yet I can do nothing for fear of his power—how ironic, an Underworld Official of the High Underworld Realm! I honestly don't have the courage to go against him. So I gritted my teeth, swallowed my anger, and just whimpered... Early in the morning, I received a text message from Old Chang. Even through a computer screen, I could imagine his excited, beaming face: "Feifei, Brother Chang here has new stock, top-grade stuff!"
I looked at it with disappointment. What good is "top-grade" if it's just going to be destroyed? Do you think being good-looking will stop Liu Xiang from killing you? Old Chang didn't notice my low spirits and immediately sent me several crystal-clear images. Later, when I looked back, I still thought that if it weren't for those images, perhaps that event wouldn't have happened. But the moment I first realized it, I understood that some things in this world are destined to happen, absolutely unchangeable.
The person in the photo had long, light purple hair, light gray eyebrows faint as misty rain, and eyes tightly shut, their long, delicate eyelashes forming a seamless fringe beneath the lids. Their nose bridge was chiseled, breathtakingly beautiful, and their pale pink lips were soft, luscious, and full. Their skin was a faint wheat color, and patches of exposed skin glowed with a soft, jade-like luminescence. I stopped breathing, typing out a line on the keyboard: "If the image is real, expect payment; if it's been Photoshopped, expect death." I quickly ran, almost instantly arriving at Old Chang's house. The rascal was sitting in the living room, his face beaming with a cunning smile, just like an old fox. I fiercely grabbed his collar, pulling him up. "Where is the person?"
He extended his left hand. "Where's the money?" I gritted my teeth, heartbroken, and handed him the 500 million. God knows how much I wanted to kill this money-grubbing monster; this time, he truly bled me dry. But this feeling of heartache only lasted three minutes and two seconds, the moment I saw the body in his Treasure Vault, I was utterly stunned. Old Chang's next words perfectly summarized my current state. He said, "Phi Phi, Phi Phi! Watch your drool!!!"
Actually, I was very surprised afterward. I didn't get a nosebleed, of course; I merely wasted two pounds of drool. Doesn't this prove that I, Phi Phi, am still relatively pure? Hey, hey... Don't hit me, don't hit me...