Urged on by the man in black, the panicked passengers could only reluctantly take the wooden signs and shakily search for their corresponding room numbers. Mo Shuwan's room was number 3, right next door. She gripped her small sword, took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and pushed open the door.

With a creak, the room, which was only shimmering with a faint light, came into view. A wooden coffin was placed in the center. The passenger who had not yet found the corresponding wooden room number finally succumbed to fear upon seeing this scene and fainted on the spot.

Even those who weren't scared unconscious were now ashen-faced.

Mo Shuwan stopped Wen Zuo, who was about to rush in, and comforted him with trembling lips, "It's okay, we have to face it eventually."

Without waiting for Wen Zuo's reaction, he went straight into the house, grabbed the door handle, glanced at Wen Zuo's anxious face, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Be careful."

After saying that, he closed the door.

At this moment, Mo Shuwan was not as calm as she appeared. She gripped the small sword, pressed against the door, and stared intently at the wooden coffin not far away. The demon-sensing talisman in her pocket was burning hot, reminding her that the thing in the coffin in front of her was not human.

The footsteps in the corridor outside the door gradually disappeared completely, and Mo Shuwan's face turned even paler. A deathly silence began to spread. Just as she was wondering when the other party was going to make a move, a creaking sound suddenly came from the darkness, like the sound of a wooden plank being moved.

"Heh..."

Her breathing became increasingly rapid and uncontrollable, and her forehead and back were covered in cold sweat. She saw a pale, withered hand reach out from the gap, grab the coffin lid, and slowly move it away.

Thud—

The coffin lid fell to the ground.

Under the flickering light, a gaunt vampire sat up from the coffin. His face was extremely pale, and two overgrown fangs were exposed to the air. For the first time, Mo Shuwan regretted having such good eyesight, because even in this environment, she could still clearly see this hideous vampire licking his fangs thirstily.

The vampire stood up and stepped out of the coffin like a ghost, approaching Mo Shuwan step by step.

Mo Shuwan's breathing quickened again. She pressed her back tightly against the door, rapidly considering the possible consequences of killing the vampire and how to kill it without getting hurt.

The vampire looked very weak; it took it a long time to cover a short distance. Its bloodless face looked eerily unsettling in the flickering light. Mo Shuwan stared intently at it, clearly seeing the longing for food in its eyes.

Unfortunately, she became the other person's prey.

Perhaps sensing Mo Shuwan's tension, the vampire stopped in its tracks. For the first time, its gaze shifted from Mo Shuwan's neck to her face, and the eyes of the human and the vampire finally met.

Knowing that the most dangerous moment had probably arrived, Mo Shuwan focused her attention even more. Just then, she heard a short and strange cry. The sound felt very familiar to her, as if it came from the person she trusted most. If it was the person she trusted most, why should she be on guard? The vigilance in Mo Shuwan's eyes was replaced by confusion. She looked at the vampire and even showed a look of dependence.

The vampire seemed to have exhausted a great deal of energy, and he took a deep breath before moving toward Mo Shuwan. He was so hungry that he had to eat.

At this moment, Mo Shuwan still looked at the vampire with a dependent expression as he approached, and she did not resist even when the vampire put his hands on her shoulders.

The vampire bared its fangs and brought its face closer, but stopped abruptly just before it was about to bite.

This human's blood has a very unpleasant odor...

A hint of disgust appeared in the vampire's exceptionally prominent whites, but he was so hungry that he had to eat the food in front of him, even if it tasted terrible.

The sharp fangs finally pierced the skin, but before the vampire could even suck blood, his heart was pierced. In the instant of the attack, the vampire remained calm. His heart had long since stopped beating, so the act of piercing his heart would not cause him any harm.

Seeing that the vampire hadn't fallen, Mo Shuwan panicked and suddenly pulled out a bottle of exorcism water from her pocket. She quickly bit open the stopper and poured at least half of the exorcism water onto the vampire's neck.

A sharp, short cry rang out, and the next moment, Mo Shuwan collapsed to the ground, staring at the clothes on the floor. Large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. Thinking about the state she had been in just now, she felt a wave of regret. If the vampire hadn't squeezed her shoulder so hard that it hurt, she probably wouldn't have woken up even after being sucked dry.

After sitting there for a minute or two, Mo Shuwan's breathing gradually became steady. She still couldn't believe that the vampire had been eliminated so easily. However, since she had used both the small sword and the exorcism water, she still didn't know which one had played a greater role.

"Phew... at least I didn't waste all those points."

Pick up the bottle stopper from the ground and plug the remaining half-bottle of exorcism water back in.

Vampires' teeth automatically secrete hallucinogenic liquids that do not cause pain to the humans they suck. Now, the vampire died before it could even suck blood. Mo Shuwan felt waves of pain coming from the neck where two bloody holes had been bitten, and she frowned and reached out to touch it.

When her fingers touched the bloody hole in her neck, the unbearable pain caused Mo Shuwan to instantly collapse to the ground. At that moment, she could even feel her blood boiling, her body heating up, and something about to burst through her skin. Mo Shuwan let out a low growl in unbearable agony.

Thud—

The door was kicked open.

Mo Shuwan, who had maintained a sliver of clarity, immediately rolled over to the side of the coffin. Her fingers trembled as she gripped the small sword. She tried to look up to see who it was, but the other person was already one step ahead of her. She was pulled into a warm embrace, and the familiar, faint scent of laundry detergent made Mo Shuwan abruptly withdraw the small sword she had thrust out.

Wen Zuo immediately picked up Mo Shuwan and cautiously looked around. Finding no trace of the vampire, he quickly closed the door, took out a small flashlight from his pocket to check on Mo Shuwan's condition, and when he saw the two deep bloody holes on her neck, he gritted his teeth and wished he could grind the vampire who had disappeared into dust.

Patting Mo Shuwan's back reassuringly, Wen Zuo took out the exchanged medicine powder from his backpack and carefully sprinkled it on the two bloody holes. Unexpectedly, as soon as the medicine powder was sprinkled on, a sizzling sound like burning came from it, and the bright red blood turned black. Mo Shuwan couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The cry of pain was brief. Mo Shuwan bit her lower lip tightly and leaned against Wen Zuo's chest, gradually regaining her composure. The first thing she said was, "Don't let the exorcism water touch your wound. The exorcism water is not only effective against vampires, but also against us!"