“Holy crap, a demon!” Meng Jingzhou shrieked, swinging his arms and ready to strike.

Nobody could blame him for having such a reaction. The backyard was originally supposed to be where Lu Yang was practicing his fist techniques, but he had now vanished, and a tiger had appeared instead. It was easy to assume that the tiger demon had revived and devoured Lu Yang. 

The “tiger demon” uttered human words, sounding exactly like Lu Yang, “Demon your grandfather; it’s me!”

“It even has the same voice as Lu Yang!” Meng Jingzhou was horrified.

One human and one tiger leaped into the air. Stupefied by the voice of the “tiger demon,” Meng Jingzhou, he couldn't react in time and was swatted to the ground by Lu Yang’s paw.

Lu Yang snorted coldly. There aren't even traces of a struggle here in the courtyard, so how could I have been eaten by the tiger demon? This brat clearly recognizes me but is deliberately playing dumb.

Meng Jingzhou...