Reborn, I Became the Dashing Demon Venerable

“Master, you’re awake?”

A soft, sweet voice sounded by my ear, so tender it seemed you could squeeze water from it, with a shy, girlish charm. I turned my head and saw a pretty young woman in a red bellyband leaning against the bed. Her long, black hair fell across the back of my hand, cool to the touch.

She really was a beauty, with snow-white skin and ink-black eyes. Her little red lips looked so tempting I wanted to take a bite. But when I spotted the deep wound on her neck, right down to the bone, my interest vanished.

The edges of the wound were tinged bluish-black. It was clearly the mark of someone twisting her neck until it snapped.

“A bewitching ghost?” I raised an eyebrow. My voice was as hoarse as if sandpaper had scraped it raw.

The young woman jumped in fright and hurriedly knelt on the floor, her skirt spreading to reveal two pale legs. Her eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Master. I… I didn’t mean to disturb you.”