Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 123: Let’s Talk This Out

Chapter 123: Let’s Talk This Out

"So, another batch of Demon Slayer Bureau rats has come sniffing around?"

"They never learn…"

A haze of black mist spread across the corpse puppet’s pupils, allowing him to perceive the entire construction site.

He immediately spotted Chen Huai’an and Lin Lingling approaching. Though their figures appeared blurry, their cautious movements gave them away—they were definitely Demon Slayers.

As for the four figures outside the site, they were probably just ordinary people.

"Good timing. My Death Coffin Formation is fully set up, which means I can move freely now.

I’ll kill the four outside first for a quick meal, then seal off the site and deal with the Demon Slayer rats properly."

A twisted grin stretched across the corpse puppet’s decayed face.

The coffin lid creaked open at an angle as his figure slithered out like a black serpent.

—

"Chen Huai’an, don’t you think this place is freezing…?"

"Nope."

"Chen Huai’an, are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Yes."

"Trash."

Chen Huai’an twitched as he glanced at the small figure glued to his side.

"If I’m trash, why are you sticking to me?"

Lin Lingling’s face turned red as she immediately took a step away, looking off to the side as she muttered, "I wasn’t."

"Then why are you shaking?"

"Who—who’s shaking?!"

Their banter lightened the eerie atmosphere, but just as they started relaxing—

A horrifying scream pierced the air from outside the construction site.

Lin Lingling’s face drained of color as she spun around, raising her wristwatch to activate the camera drone.

The screen displayed a black mist surging into the sky.

"Damn it! It’s an evil spirit! Those four girls might be in trouble!"

She was just about to rush toward the entrance, but Chen Huai’an moved faster.

His eyes turned icy cold as he grabbed her shoulder—

Then launched forward with explosive speed!

"Wh—!" Lin Lingling’s eyes widened, and before she could even gasp, the sheer wind pressure forced air down her throat.

She felt like a ragdoll in Chen Huai’an’s grip, her feet leaving the ground.

The surrounding darkness blurred into streaks, and with a few agile shifts in direction, they were already at the entrance.

The moment he set her down, she still felt dizzy from the speed.

—

At the construction site entrance, the air reeked of blood.

Three of the college girls were huddled in the guardhouse, trembling in fear.

Outside the door, the streetlight flickered ominously, its dim glow casting twisted shadows.

The source of those shadows was a towering, two-meter-tall humanoid figure.

Its back was turned to them, its grotesque chewing noises echoing in the eerie silence.

"So it’s you Demon Slayers again. One of you even looks familiar… You’re faster than I expected."

The creature stopped chewing and casually tossed something onto the ground.

Lin Lingling’s pupils contracted as soon as she saw what it was.

Her entire body broke out in cold sweat.

It was half of a human head.

The blonde college girl who had flirted with Chen Huai’an—

Now reduced to a half-eaten corpse.

"You ate her?!"

The corpse puppet didn’t answer.

Instead, it casually swung its arm—

And flung a mangled corpse straight at them.

Blood splattered through the air, obscuring their vision.

Behind the flying remains, a blackened claw with billowing dark smoke shot forward, hidden within the corpse’s shadow.

The attack was fast—too fast.

Even before the claw reached them, the sheer force of the wind sent chills down Lin Lingling’s spine.

She could already see herself getting torn to shreds.

"Chen Huai’an, dodge!"

Her adrenaline surged as she shouted, rolling behind a nearby sand pile for cover.

But deep down, she had already lost hope.

The aura radiating from this evil creature was terrifying.

No wonder the three white-rank Demon Slayers had all died here.

No wonder their bodies were never found—

They were all eaten.

Now what?

She had already sent out a distress signal, but it would take time for reinforcements to arrive.

Would they even make it?

She turned toward Chen Huai’an’s direction—

And froze in shock.

He hadn’t dodged.

He hadn’t moved an inch.

"Hey! You—"

A sharp, metallic clang rang out.

Before Lin Lingling even saw him draw his sword, a blinding sword light erupted—

The flying corpse split cleanly in half, the hidden claw behind it also severed in one stroke.

Blood splattered across Chen Huai’an’s face.

Chen Huai’an didn’t even blink.

Holding his Blackscale Sword, he pointed it directly at the now frozen corpse puppet and spoke in a cold, detached voice.

"Hey. You know… I kinda liked it when she called me handsome and asked for my number."

The corpse puppet’s throat clenched as if an iron vice had locked it in place.

His decayed pupils fixated on the man before him—face drenched in blood, eyes as calm as still water.

He couldn’t move.

The suffocating coldness of death had wrapped around him.

Black ichor dripped from the sword’s edge, sizzling as it hit the ground.

It was his blood.

He was afraid.

"T-This senior… perhaps there's been some misunderstanding between us—"

"Misunderstanding? No."

A blade flashed.

A severed head spun through the air.

The corpse puppet’s towering frame stiffened before toppling over.

Chen Huai’an frowned.

The creature’s aura felt eerily similar to the Human-Faced Spider from before.

Yet, killing it didn’t drop a Demonic Cultivator Fragment…

So what was it?

Had it not truly died, or was there an element of chance to these drops?

"You’re dead meat, kid!"

A voice screeched from the severed head, which suddenly sprouted long, black tendrils.

It twisted, turning back toward him while frantically scuttling away.

"You think you can kill me?! Kehehe! I’ll remember your face! When Lord Black Coffin awakens, every last Demon Slayer will die!"

"Oh, so you’re not dead yet."

Chen Huai’an raised an eyebrow.

His foot stomped down hard.

The ground exploded beneath him.

Lin Lingling felt like two firecrackers had just gone off inside her eardrums.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Huai’an had vanished.

The fleeing severed head picked up speed, its limbs wriggling like a centipede.

Without a body weighing it down, its speed had reached insane levels.

Even a top-tier Master-rank Demon Slayer would have trouble keeping up unless they specialized in agility.

If only it had finished eating that woman, it could’ve grown wings and escaped even faster…

But this should be enough.

Lord Black Coffin was close by. As long as it could reach him—

A sharp whooshing sound cut through the air.

The head turned—

And nearly had a stroke.

Chen Huai’an was already on its heels, bouncing off the concrete beams of nearby buildings, moving like a phantom.

With a single side-flip, he twisted midair and brought his sword down.

The blade gleamed, reflecting a cold, deadly light.

"W-Wait! Senior! L-Let’s talk about this—"

"Shut up."

Chen Huai’an grabbed the squirming head with one hand.

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With the other, he raised his sword.

"Drop the Fragment."

A silver arc flashed.

The severed head split cleanly in two, embedding into a nearby concrete wall.

A game notification appeared on his phone screen.

[Demonic Cultivator Fragment x1 obtained.]

"So, it’s a guaranteed drop after all."

Chen Huai’an confirmed his theory and turned to reunite with Lin Lingling.

—

He found her in the shadows of a ruined building, curled up against the wall, hugging her knees.

She looked completely shut down.

Chen Huai’an sighed.

Well… she was still a middle schooler, after all.

At her age, he had been more concerned about pulling girls’ hair than seeing people getting ripped apart.

Not everyone was built to handle this kind of brutality.

Walking over, he waved a hand in front of her face.

"Hey. Yo. You still with us?"

"Come on, you’re a Demon Slayer. I know tonight’s been a bit of a bloodbath, but—"

Before he could finish—

Lin Lingling lunged.

With a sharp flick of her wrist, she thrust her spear directly at his face.