The Little Pixiu Becomes Popular in the Entertainment Industry After Transmigrating into a Book

The little Pixiu, Song Mengmeng, who was napping and slacking off in her immortal cave, inexplicably transmigrated into the body of a cannon fodder character with the same name from a book.

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Chapter 429 The Truth Is Getting Closer

Actually, we were the first to notice the oddities in the sanctuary of St. John's Cathedral. "At this point, Prince Wilson subconsciously glanced at Reynolds sitting beside him and made no attempt to conceal their past connection: "But back then, we were merely suspicious."

However, our connection with Reynolds is not solely due to the Church of St. John, but rather...

Rather, since the Embrace, which we formally performed through our vampire rituals about a hundred years ago, has never been successfully completed.

It sounds like Prince Wilson was being completely candid with his words.

However, this did not gain Song Mengmeng and the others' trust. Hu Yue almost immediately voiced her doubts: "If what you say is true, then why were Reynolds and Old John able to succeed?!"

"It was unsuccessful."

Reynolds shook his head and smiled bitterly. Given the current situation, he no longer needed to hide it from Song Mengmeng and the others: "I just temporarily borrowed some strength from Old John."

To put it simply, I signed a contract with him, in which he shared some of his current health and vitality with me, so that I wouldn't be lying on the ground like a dead dog, waiting to die.

What Reynolds didn't explicitly say was that this was actually a deal.

He sacrificed his soul to the devil, just to get a chance to find out the truth and take revenge!

He should have prayed to God, the God he had always believed in and followed, but alas…

"Is this why you went to such lengths to rescue Prince Omikro from the Chinese nation?!"

Song Mengmeng took a sip of the coffee Old John had brought her and slowly asked a question. But as soon as she uttered those words, she received a strong rebuke from the blonde beauty beside Prince Wilson.

She spoke with a look of utter disgust, as if she had been deeply insulted: "Pah! What right does that piece of trash have to be called a prince?!"

He's nothing but a piece of trash, a complete waste!

If it weren't for... if it weren't for his powerful backer, based solely on strength, he wouldn't even be as good as the lowest-ranking blood slave!