Ultimately, only Zheng Qing went to the flight attendant's lounge to inquire.
Li Meng was in a flurry, needing to look after three pets plus one injured, trembling Little Elves. For this, she even dragged the Little Monk Shiyuan next to her to help.
Xiao Xiao, meanwhile, was rapidly flipping through his black notebook, his brow furrowed.
So Zheng Qing shrugged and decided to go alone.
The flight attendant's lounge was at the entrance of the self-service restaurant, its door ajar. Through the glass window, he could see a flight attendant, draped in her uniform, lie on a table.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, then finally pushed open the door and greeted, "Hello, excuse me."
The flight attendant remained lie, not moving, seemingly muttering something softly.
Zheng Qing took a few steps forward, and a faint fragrance, identical to that from the Little Elves' wingtips, wafted into his nostrils.
"Hello!" he spoke again.
The flight attendant still remained lie and motionless, but by now Zheng Qing could clearly see her shoulders trembling.
"Hello, do you need any help?" he asked again, somewhat worried. A strange emotion permeated his heart—because that question should have originally been asked by the flight attendant to him.
"Hungry," the flight attendant whimpered, lie on her arm.
"Hungry?" Zheng Qing looked up, turning his head to glance at the self-service restaurant outside the door, a bit bewildered: "There's plenty of food outside. What do you want to eat?"
"Can I eat whatever I want?" The flight attendant stopped trembling and slowly lifted her head. Her dark, beautiful hair hung messily across her face, contrasting with her fair skin, making her exceptionally striking.
But even more striking were her eyes.
A pair of scarlet, beautiful eyes, gleaming with a mad luster.
Not long ago, Zheng Qing had seen these same eyes on the face of a ferocious pig demon. Circumstances were different now; these eyes appearing on a beautiful, well-figured flight attendant made Zheng Qing's thoughts reel, almost making him believe he was dreaming.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a shimmering green light.
He stiffly turned his neck and looked towards the corner deep within the room.
The group of vanished Little Elves were neatly arranged in a circle, their bodies radiating a dim green glow.
Inside the circle was a female corpse leaning against the corner.
The female corpse's hair hung low, obscuring her face. Her chest had been torn open, revealing an empty ribcage. Gushing blood flowed from the wound, staining the floor around her a vivid red.
The Little Elves diligently scooped up the nearly dried blood from the floor and fed it into the female corpse's grayish-white, slightly parted lips. The blood slid down the esophagus into the empty chest cavity, then flowed out again through the horrific wound on her chest.
She was the Little Elves' master.
And now, their master was dead.
They were also about to die.
They didn't want to die.
For some reason, Zheng Qing could strongly feel the desperate yet unyielding resolve of these little creatures.
The flight attendant stood up.
She slowly walked to Zheng Qing's side, lowered her head, and leaned close to his neck, her nostrils flaring rapidly.
"So fragrant," she murmured, her voice soft and sweet, mixed with a hint of annoyance: "Why are you so fragrant?"
It was like a girl in love complaining to her boyfriend.
Zheng Qing was horrified.
He experienced for the first time what it felt like for all the hairs on his body to stand on end.
Sweat poured from his pores, carrying away his body's heat.
A chill began at his neck, spread to his back, and rapidly diffused throughout his entire body.
"Are you a demon?" he asked, his mouth dry, his voice hoarse and distorted.
"Authentic," the female demon looked at him with a smile, extending her small pink tongue to lick her bright red lips: "Excuse me, may I eat you?"
In Zheng Qing's horrified gaze, the female demon smiled elegantly.
The female demon was none other than Nikita, who had infiltrated First University's special plane.
As part of Mist Captain's grand plan, she needed to infiltrate First University.
But she hadn't expected to be exposed so quickly.
According to the agreement between her and the Captain, only by successfully infiltrating First University, seizing an opportunity to cause a major disturbance, and attracting the attention of the University's high-ranking officials, could she then gracefully withdraw and be officially listed on the Mist's registry.
Now that her demonic identity had been discovered prematurely, let alone becoming a formal crew member of the Mist, it was uncertain whether the enraged Captain would tear her to shreds.
"But, it truly smells so good," Nikita took a deep breath, the enticing aroma filling her chest; every cell was restless and agitated.
The last time she felt this kind of hunger was in the Sahara, when she encountered Ulrich.
At that time, she hadn't consumed blood for half a year.
Even spicy beetles were supreme delicacies in her mouth.
And now, she was very sure that she wasn't hungry; it was simply because the scent from this boy was too alluring.
This strange scent stirred memories deeply embedded in her blood. Originally, she was just quietly hiding in the lounge, but she ultimately couldn't resist attacking the flight attendant on duty.
The female demon pulled open the drawer of the nearby table.
It was empty, save for a single circular, wide-mouthed white porcelain plate, on which rested a dark red heart.
The heart seemed to be alive, occasionally twitching, squeezing out a few drops of viscous blood, adding a touch of color to the otherwise dull porcelain plate.
The female demon extended her slender hand and picked up the heart.
The Little Elves, who had been sitting in a circle not far away, suddenly rose, screaming in anger, and rushed towards the heart.
"Xi Xi! Xi Xi!!"
The female demon waved her arm indifferently, swatting a rushing Little Elves to the ground with one slap.
Just like swatting a mosquito.
The Elves wailed, carrying their companion back to the female corpse in the corner.
They no longer rushed forward recklessly, but instead watched the heart in the female demon's hand from a distance.
The female demon pulled a spice bottle from her handbag and sprinkled some sparkling seasoning onto the heart's apex.
"Some demons like to start eating from the aorta, believing the muscle there is the chewiest," the female demon looked at Zheng Qing with a smile, patiently explaining: "But I always prefer to start from the apex of the heart. Because the apex contains a Cavity of hot blood; with one bite, the warm plasma rolls in your mouth, paired with the firm and smooth texture of the heart muscle, it's truly a great pleasure."
As she spoke, she bit into the heart's apex with a look of rapture.
"Xi Xi! Xi Xi!!" The shrill cries of the Little Elves completely jolted Zheng Qing awake.
He clumsily took a step back.
The female demon did not stop him.
Zheng Qing's heart was pounding wildly, his arms stiff, his fingers spasming from gripping too tightly, unable even to open the gray cloth bag he held.
The female demon before him had not harmed him, yet this offered him no comfort. The dark red heart in the female demon's hand, along with the trickle of fresh blood at the corner of her mouth, declared his future to him.
Zheng Qing staggered, retreating into the restaurant.
The female demon in the lounge threw the bitten heart onto the floor.
The heart rolled twice, was embraced by several pouncing Little Elves, carried back to the corner, and stuffed into the female corpse's chest.
The female demon pulled out a pristine white silk scarf, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and followed Zheng Qing's retreating steps, exiting the lounge with an elegant cat-like stride.
"Tap, tap, tap." Her heels clicked on the floor, making crisp sounds.
"Bang!" In his panicked retreat, Zheng Qing knocked over a dining table, and the tableware clattered onto the orange-yellow floor.
The previously noisy restaurant suddenly became much quieter.
Everyone's curious gazes focused on Zheng Qing.
Then people saw the flight attendant slowly walking out of the lounge.
They saw those scarlet eyes.
The air seemed to solidify.
"Demon!!"
Someone, unknown, roared that word.
A terrifying aura erupted from the female demon with that word, spreading throughout the entire restaurant.
The plane began to shake violently.
The restaurant instantly plunged into chaos.
