Translator: Pika

  A while later, the satisfied daoist nun tossed the mummified Sang Qian aside. Her six blood-sucking mouthparts slowly retracted, turning back into tender and glistening red lips.

  It could have been lipstick staining those lips red, but it could also have been blood.

  The daoist nun licked her lips with an intoxicated expression. “The blood essence of a young man tastes oh so good! But something doesn’t seem quite right. Why does it feel as though he’s l..