They Called My Mother a Demoness, So I Brought the Dragon King Back to Life

On the way to Yin Mountain, Miss Su always liked to sit by the carriage window and toy with the curtain between her fingertips. She had changed into a crimson outfit suited for travel, its skirt slit up to her thighs. Her exposed skin appeared and disappeared with every jolt of the carriage. When she occasionally turned to smile at me, the cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye looked like a tiny flame dancing.

“Little Brother Lu, look at those strange clouds over Yin Mountain,” she said suddenly, pointing at the churning black clouds on the horizon. Her fingertip unconsciously brushed her lips. “Don’t they look like the spirit-devouring worms in the Guixu that want to eat me?”

I followed her gaze. The black clouds were indeed steeped in the aura of death, but unlike the still waters of the Guixu, they carried a few traces of sinister vitality. Liu Wuya was checking a star chart outside the carriage. At her words, he lifted the curtain and came in. “Those black clouds were conjured from the resentment of living beings. Anyone who touches them will have the deepest desires in their heart stirred up. They’re even harder to deal with than the aura of death.”

Miss Su suddenly moved closer to me, her warm breath brushing my ear. “Then would Little Brother Lu like to know the deepest desire in my heart?” Her fingertips slid down the front of my robe and traced a small circle at my waist, making my whole body stiffen.

“Stop fooling around.” I caught her wrist, but her eyes glimmered as she suddenly whispered, so softly only the two of us could hear, “That resentment is mixed with the scent of the Koi Clan’s scales. I’m afraid one of our people has been captured as bait.”

Her flirtatious expression vanished at once, leaving only worry in her eyes. My heart sank. The only one who could take a hostage from the Koi Clan was that spirit of the stagnant waters.

As the carriage reached the foot of Yin Mountain, the air suddenly grew heavy and sticky, carrying a sweet, cloying scent of cosmetics. Miss Su covered her nose and mouth, her face turning