In the shadowy depths of the forest， the silhouettes of wolves were converging， moving with the stealth and precision of a seasoned hunting squad. Every creature， no matter its size， that dared to cross their path would soon find itself their prey.

Among these wolves， one stood out with striking prominence. It was far larger than its peers， its piercing yellow eyes glowing with an uncanny intelligence that seemed to pierce through the surrounding darkness and dense undergrowth. Those eyes held not only a distinct brilliance but also a deep， unfathomable wisdom.

As the night deepened， the bonfire from the distant academy burned ever brighter， almost as if it were challenging the giant wolf. The creature's gaze started to waver， yet fury and a savage intensity surged within it.

It shook its head violently， as though trying to dislodge an annoying fly that had burrowed into its brain， disturbing its resolve， much like a demon whispering，“Kill them， leave them here forever!”

Its heart seethed with rage， a smoldering blaze poised on the brink of explosion， where even the tiniest spark could set it off. Meanwhile， on the opposite end of the forest， two unsuspecting villagers approached the looming danger.

Broad-shouldered and light-footed， they moved with the grace of trained fighters. One of them carried a large clay pot， emitting the tantalizing aroma of stewed meat. Suddenly， a grunt of surprise escaped as one villager saw his companion lifted into the air.

“What the—? When did you learn to fly?” he gasped， wide-eyed， watching his friend being ensnared by a thick branch， dangling like a puppet. The pot crashed to the ground， its shattering sound tearing through the night， drawing the attention of the villagers near the bonfire.

They turned， trying to locate the source of the noise， but were soon distracted by bursts of laughter and songs.

“Help me!” the first man’s voice echoed with desperation.

His younger brother， alert and quick to respond， rapidly assessed the situation and sprinted towards the pine tree， agilely scaling the trunk. With a swift leap， defying gravity， he kicked at the branch entangling his brother.

“Crack!” The branch snapped under the force， and his brother tumbled to the ground， frantically disentangling himself from the stubborn tendrils.“That was close! What on earth is this thing?” he panted.

“Branches? How can that be?” His brother wrestled with the writhing limbs， which twisted like thick， living ropes， continually trying to ensnare him again.

“Got a knife? These things are tough!” he shouted.

“We didn’t bring weapons to a party!”

His brother scanned their surroundings， seeking any aid. Suddenly， his eyes widened at the sight of two glowing red orbs in the dark thicket， burning like embers. In an instant， a powerful force hurled him against a tree， and he slumped to the ground， limp as a rag doll.

The older brother heard the impact， looked up just in time to see the source of the attack， but before he could react， sharp claws raked across his throat. Blood gushed out like a spring， drenching the ground and nearby foliage. In the dim light， a werewolf loomed over the fallen brothers， coldly surveying the area to ensure no further threats. Then， it silently melted into the bushes， leaving the scene as eerily quiet as it had found it.

Deep within the forest， a shadowy figure watched the werewolf’s deadly display with satisfaction， a thrill of anticipation curling through her. This was her first successful control of such a legendary beast.

“What a weapon of terror，” she mused， eyes gleaming as she looked towards the academy.“It remains to be seen how long I can maintain control. But no need to be greedy—what’s already been achieved is impressive enough.” A cold smile touched her lips as she murmured，“It’s time to let them taste true fear.”

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Far from this eerie place， the academy was filled with fun and laughter. The villagers， unaware of the scary scene in the forest， were having a great time. The sound of children laughing and adults talking happily drowned out the faint cries of distress from afar.

At some point， the physics teacher found himself encircled by a cluster of children and village women， all eager to hear his spine-chilling tales of demons and ghosts. The flickering light of the bonfire cast long shadows， adding to the eerie atmosphere.

“My story isn't like the ones your principal tells，” he began， his voice resonating with the practiced cadence of a seasoned storyteller.“He always gives you fairy tales and tales of the Monkey King. But my story is about demons who eat children as snacks. Are you brave enough to hear it?“

The children， wide-eyed and trembling， stepped back closer to their mothers， clutching at their skirts for reassurance， but they nodded eagerly， unable to resist the allure of a good scare.

“Long ago，“ the teacher continued， leaning in and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper，“there existed ten great demons from hell. And the scariest one of them is called Chi You. He was the strongest， the most experienced in battle， and get this—he was a headless demon. Can you believe it? A living creature with no head at all!“

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd. The teacher's eyes gleamed in the firelight as he saw their reactions.

“Chi You could sense the fear in the air and smell the scent of children from miles away. His favorite hunting grounds were villages just like ours， where he would emerge from the shadows， silent and swift.“

The children clung tighter to their mothers， their imaginations running wild with the vivid descriptions. The crackling of the bonfire seemed to mimic the ominous atmosphere of the tale.

“One night，“ the teacher said， his voice dropping even lower，“a village not far from here was celebrating， much like we are tonight. They thought they were safe， but Chi You was lurking just beyond the treeline. He struck without warning， and by the time anyone realized what was happening， it was too late. He vanished back into the darkness， leaving only terror in his wake.“

The teacher paused， letting the weight of his words sink in. The silence was thick， broken only by the occasional pop of the firewood.

“So， next time you hear a rustling in the bushes or see a shadow moving in the night，“ he concluded，“remember Chi You， the headless demon， and be very， very careful.“

The children shivered， their eyes darting to the dark edges of the firelight， half-expecting to see a monstrous figure lurking just beyond the glow.

“But sir， how does he eat?“ A curious， chubby boy Barny's 'voice broke the silence.

The teacher replied with patience，“He eats through his belly button!“

“Oh!“ came the collective gasp from kids， which pleased the physics teacher again.

“Then how does he walk if he has no eyes?” a loud voice called out. It was Barny again， his curiosity breaking the tension.

“Ah， Barny， always the inquisitive one，” the teacher responded with a sly smile.“Chi You’s nipples serve as his eyes! But that's not important. What's crucial is that after being defeated by the gods， this demon is consumed with thoughts of returning.”

The children gasped， their imaginations running wild as the teacher continued.“Chi You commands a hundred demon generals. The higher the rank， the greater the power. These generals engage in brutal battles annually to climb the ranks and determine who is the mightiest warrior.”

“And what is a demon general looks like?” Barny interrupted again， his voice cutting through the eerie silence.

The teacher shot Barny a knowing glance， thinking，“I knew it would be him again.”

He leaned in closer to the group， his voice dropping to a whisper:“It's said that one of the great demon generals is a hellhound with three huge dog heads， each one as big as a cabin.“

The teacher's words sent a shiver through the children， some of whom began to cover their mouths with their hands， as if any sound might attract the attention of the terrifying creature.

“Sir， what if one head wants to eat while another wants to sleep?“ Barny couldn't help but ask， breaking the tense silence.

The physics teacher had never considered this before. After a moment of hesitation， he responded，“Then action only comes when the majority of heads agree，“ he mused.“That's why it has three heads—if it were two or four， it would be much more complicated.“

“Will the big dog chase bones?“ Barny asked again， his curiosity undiminished.

The teacher sighed， half-amused and half-exasperated.“Yes... no， no. And it's called a Hellhound. Barny， do you know what you call a meditative big dog?“

Barny shook his head， subconsciously popping another marshmallow into his mouth.

“A Werewolf! Ha ha ha，“ the physics teacher said， clearly pleased with his joke.

“Sir， do we have a werewolf here?“ another child asked， eyes wide with fear and excitement.

The teacher paused， looking around dramatically before leaning in close to the group.“Indeed， I can see one in the dark right now!“