Cai Yifan Sets a Trap
“Brother Fan, slow down!”
“Yeah, you trained as a kid, but we didn’t!”
Song Zichen and Wang Yitao struggled behind Cai Yifan, exhausted.
Even Cai Yifan himself was pale and drenched in sweat.
But he wasn’t about to stop now.
This was his moment—his chance to expose Chen Huaian!
He suddenly halted, caught his breath, and mocked the two artists beside him:
“Are you two even men? Look at Chen Huaian—he’s disabled, but he’s climbing better than you!”
His words dripped with sarcasm.
On the surface, he praised Chen Huaian—but in reality, he was drawing suspicion to his effortless ascent.
Doubt Creeps In
Everyone turned to stare at Chen Huaian.
Song Zichen and Wang Yitao, who were about to argue back, suddenly hesitated.
Because…
“Wait, yeah… how is he climbing so easily?”
Half an hour had passed.
Chen Huaian had caught up, wasn’t sweating, and was breathing normally—
Unlike everyone else.
“This isn’t normal.”
Eyes narrowed. Doubt grew.
The atmosphere grew tense.
Only Su Xingchen remained oblivious, instead praising him:
“Brother Huaian, you have amazing stamina and perseverance!”
Director Zhang’s Quick Thinking
Director Zhang knew Chen Huaian’s medical records.
He had verified the cancer was real—and that his condition had progressed to the late stage.
But even he was shocked by Chen Huaian’s ease in climbing.
Still, his job wasn’t to investigate the truth—his job was to keep the show entertaining.
So, with a flicker of inspiration, he suddenly lowered his voice:
“Shhh! Did anyone hear that?”
The camera turned sharply.
Everyone’s attention shifted.
“It’s a wolf howl!”
The Legend of the Shoulder-Patting Wolf
The two female artists gasped.
The forest fell eerily silent.
Forgetting his earlier scheme, Cai Yifan laughed nervously:
“Wolves? Come on, Director, don’t scare people!”
Director Zhang’s expression remained serious:
“Not just any wolf—Tianmen Mountain’s shoulder-patting wolf!”
“It’s a cunning beast that hunts night climbers. It sneaks up behind its target… presses down on their shoulders… and if they turn around—SNAP! Off goes their head!”
The group shivered.
“Hah! That’s just a legend!” Zhang Lulu rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Besides, I’m 1.9 meters tall,” Cai Yifan scoffed, standing proudly.
“What kind of wolf can reach my shoulders? A 2.5-meter one?”
The group relaxed.
Laughed a little.
“Yeah, right. What kind of monster wolf—”
Then—
Awoooo!
A low, echoing howl rang through the mountains.
The Cold Hand on Cai Yifan’s Shoulder
The forest went dead silent.
Even the insects stopped chirping.
Cai Yifan swallowed hard, turning his head slowly—
Nothing.
He exhaled.
“Hah… see? Just scaring ourselves—”
Then—
His shoulders sank.
A pair of heavy “hands” pressed down on him.
A Demon Slayer’s Arrival
Deep in the mountain forest, a petite figure moved like lightning.
Bushes and trees were nothing to her.
She leaped effortlessly, as if weightless.
Her black school uniform flared behind her.
She was as graceful as an ancient swordsman.
Then—
A terrifying scream pierced the night.
She stumbled mid-step, her sharp gaze snapping toward the sound.
“Wait—people are night-climbing?!”
Her eyes darkened.
“I have to save them.”
Because ever since the revival of spiritual energy ten years ago…
Slaying demons had been the duty of her people.
