After licking the blood off her palm, Bi Xie was surprised to find that the wound on her palm had actually healed!

The strange feeling in her heart vanished instantly. She happily hugged the little fox and gave it a kiss on the cheek: "So you were healing my wounds. I misunderstood you."

Bi Xie examined his perfectly intact palm twice, still finding it somewhat unbelievable. While washing his hands, he scooped up some water to wash his face and arms, muttering, "Can fox saliva heal wounds? What breed of fox are you? You look so noble! So silent, let me hear your call—"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Blake's voice appeared behind Bi Xie: "Delicious human, I've finally found you! Your blood is indeed delicious~"

Bi Xie cursed inwardly; before she could even hide in the water, the vampire had already caught up with her.

Judging from his tone, he must have already found the Taoist robe stained with her blood, and perhaps... he even licked the blood off the robe.

"This is insane! What a messed up world this is!" Bi Xie frantically called for the Ghost Cultivator to slay the Sick Wine in her mind, but as expected, her cries for help went unanswered.

Is her blood really that delicious? This vampire bit her to death and then relentlessly pursued her!

With trembling hands, Bi Xie raised his hand, his smile trying to appear as sincere as possible: "If you find my blood delicious, I can give you some more..."

"No, no, no! A little isn't enough!" Blake took a few steps closer, revealing two fangs in his blood-red lips, and his blue eyes gradually turned deep red with excitement.

Bi Xie subconsciously wanted to recite the incantation again, trying his best to make a final blow.

However, the little fox beside him suddenly grew bigger and bigger, and after shedding its fluffy fur, it transformed into a handsome, pale, tall man, like a god.

Bi Xie blinked, his breath catching for a moment.

Holy crap, what's going on?

The beast has turned into a handsome man!

While Bi Xie was still in a daze, Blake suddenly knelt on one knee, his attitude terrified and respectful: "Master."

"Master?" Bi Xie looked at the man who had transformed from a fox. His skin was pale and sickly, almost transparent. His thin lips looked as if they were stained with blood, as red as the most intense rouge, or as beautiful as the most gorgeous rose.

Those eyes weren't the blood-red ones Bi Xie had first seen; they were silver. His long, jet-black hair cascaded down like flowing clouds. He was aloof and noble, with a straight nose, icy eyes, and thin, sculpted lips. His beauty was breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

Bi Xie thought to himself with regret, "Such a beautiful person, actually a vampire."

Yang Xingyun said that Blake was a direct descendant of the Burial, so the identity of this tall and handsome man is self-evident.

Bi Xie glanced at Zang again, his heart still pounding like a rabbit in his chest—not out of excitement, but out of fear.

She wailed inwardly, "Boss, could this Zang be the ultimate villain of this world? I need to make him feel happy? And I need to get a single drop of his blood, the most precious drop at that?! Oh my god, save me—"

Zang glanced indifferently at Brady, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "Found them?"

The bloodlust in Blake's eyes faded before Zang's eyes, turning into a vibrant green: "Master, we burned the entire village down and haven't found any trace of the demon hunter yet. However, we encountered a group of Taoist priests, among whom was also a demon hunter, and a delicious prey—"