Singing girl

Tonight is the night of the full moon, and as predicted by Raven12345, Mu Yun's transformation is scheduled for today. Lin Feng and his tenants were busy preparing as soon as they woke up.

No one actually knew what exactly to prepare. Mu Yun herself was a wild child who had never met other members of her kind. She only learned from watching TV that she was called a werewolf. In Izaxus's world, there seemed to be no such species as werewolves. Lin Feng's knowledge of werewolves was limited to movies. Surprisingly, the only one among them who could be of some use was Vivian: the vampire who was the archenemy of werewolves.

Vivian had flown out last night to search for herbs and other strange materials. She knew some ancient recipes that werewolves would use in certain special rituals. Most of the werewolf rituals were related to stabilizing their mental state and controlling their emotions. This was because they were a race prone to going berserk. In various ceremonies, such as the coming-of-age ritual, the only issue they had to deal with was their mental state. Therefore, this race had done considerable research on mental elixirs. Vivian had been dealing with them for a long time and had learned these secrets through various channels. To prevent Mu Yun from losing control at a critical moment (mainly because she didn't really trust that Raven12345 would be reliable), she needed a day to prepare such elixirs.

Mu Yun, as the protagonist, had the easiest task. Lin Feng had ordered her to stay at home and rest well, not even allowing her to go out in the sun or play with the stray dogs on the street. She had to be well-rested and maintain a relaxed mindset for tonight's evolution. To ensure Mu Yun stayed relaxed all day, Lin Feng had even specially prepared half a pot of spare ribs for her. Now, the werewolf girl was at home gnawing on the bones and watching TV, completely relaxed—Lin Feng felt this was the best state for her.

As for Lin Feng and Izaxus, their understanding of werewolves was zero. All they could do was go out and buy some things to prepare for tonight's "long battle."

Mu Yun's evolution was likely to last several hours, theoretically from moonrise to moonset. During this process, she could not be left alone. Lin Feng, Vivian, and Izaxus would undoubtedly have to accompany her throughout. Staring at a giant canid animal going crazy at the moon all night in the wilderness was not a fun thing, so they had to be prepared. Lin Feng didn't know what kind of information he had blindly found online, but he had made a list of essential items, including cheap and sturdy blankets, warm disposable tents, camping lamps, a bunch of ropes, and a pile of snacks. When he had just come out with this list yesterday, Vivian had been startled. The vampire girl had initially thought Lin Feng was preparing for a wilderness childbirth for Mu Yun, then thought he was eloping with Mu Yun, and finally confirmed that this guy was preparing according to wilderness survival standards...

Fortunately, although Nanjiao was small, it had everything one needed. The several supermarkets here could basically get everything on the list, except for the tents—this thing didn't seem to be something ordinary people would use in their daily lives. Lin Feng and Izaxus wandered around outside, and soon they purchased everything on the list except for the tent.

Now, the two of them were coming out of the supermarket, Izaxus carrying a large travel bag in each hand, filled with the things they had just bought. Anyway, these things could be reimbursed by Raven12345 later, so Lin Feng didn't hesitate to make the purchases.

"Landlord, why do so many people keep looking at us?" Walking on the street, Izaxus felt quite uncomfortable. This great demon probably hadn't emerged from the shadows of his own world yet, so he had basically not gone out these past few days. This time, he went out with Lin Feng for a walk and felt quite uncomfortable, "And why did the cashier raise her hand as soon as I entered the supermarket?"

Lin Feng, sweating on his forehead, glanced at the big demon who was two meters fifteen tall, had a fierce face, and looked like he had been sieved with sand for ten years in Changping. He thought to himself that people weren't looking at "us," they were looking at you—just with that face, standing on the street was enough to get you detained for fifteen days.

Moreover, the big demon's way of doing things was indeed too direct: as soon as Izaxus entered the supermarket, without saying a word, he slammed the list Lin Feng had given him on the cashier counter and shouted loudly enough for the entire supermarket to hear, "Someone come and get everything on this list!"

Could this not be a bad thing? The cashier girl saw Izaxus's face and started crying on the spot, trembling as she opened the cash box and raised her hand to stand outside the checkout counter. Lin Feng heard something wrong and quickly rushed out from behind the shelves, only to see an old PLA soldier using a pile of cabbages as cover, squatting on the ground calling 110... It was a good thing he came out early!

Of course, it was also fortunate that he bought a lot of things, and the supermarket owner didn't have the heart to ask him for compensation for mental damages...

Lin Feng recalled the scene just now, shook his head, sighed, and began to explain to Izaxus the normal way of survival in the human world. Before going out, he had only talked about the concept of supermarkets and the process of buying things in this world, but he hadn't expected to cause such a big mess just because he didn't explain the details clearly. He knew Izaxus meant well; the big demon's shout was entirely out of a desire to help. But this was an era where appearances mattered. Even Pan An, who could kick in the street and still be considered uniquely free and easy, could easily be surrounded by plainclothes officers; this was the era of faces.

Izaxus, after listening to Lin Feng's explanation, was quite disdainful, "Meaningless, this is a meaningless way of judging. In my world, the most respected heroes of battle are hardly watchable—even humans and other races are the same. Even those abnormal elves know that scars on the face symbolize honor. Your aesthetic view here has gone astray; justice and conscience should not be hung on the face."

Lin Feng's eye twitched as he listened to a great demon talk to him about justice and conscience, feeling the whole world was full of dissonance. He knew Izaxus was a different kind among demons, but he didn't expect him to be different to this extent: when the goddess was crazy, Izaxus's face was overflowing with sacred light when he mentioned "justice" and "conscience," Lin Feng almost felt that this face hardly needed fifteen days of administrative detention.

"This is a social problem; let's not worry about it." Lin Feng forced a smile and patted Izaxus's arm, "You understood the shopping process I told you, right? Also, supermarkets are different from small stores, and you need to control your voice when talking to people..."

"I know. There are also shops

 in my world, and money is a good thing." Izaxus shrugged, "Don't look at me as a demon, but I have also wandered in human society—humans on my side are as cunning as yours, and they can even mix rice soup into the oil sold to goblins. I don't know where they get their inspiration."

Lin Feng was very curious about the world Izaxus came from, which sounded quite similar to the magical world he had read about in novels, but he knew that many things about Izaxus's homeland were quite sensitive, so he didn't ask further.

Just as the two of them were crossing the last intersection on the street, a sound of music coming from not far away made them stop in their tracks.

Lin Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young girl sitting in front of a certain shop on the other side of the intersection, playing beautiful music on her guitar.

You could often see street performers like this at several intersections and stations in the city, but they were not common in small places like Nanjiao. Therefore, Lin Feng couldn't help but look a few more times.

She was a rather petite girl, wearing a loose gray hoodie on her upper body and jeans on her lower body. She looked a bit dusty in her clothes. Her skin was slightly dark, her features delicate, and she had a simple but spirited ponytail behind her head. She was not particularly beautiful in appearance, but she had a kind of quiet and lovely temperament, especially when she pursed her lips.

In the few seconds that Lin Feng was stunned, the girl playing the guitar had already gently opened her lips, and the portable speaker carried her voice to this side of the intersection.

"It's quite nice..." Lin Feng muttered to himself, "But what language is this?"