Wen Zuo sat down next to Mo Shuwan and took out a half-full bottle of water from his backpack and handed it to her.

Mo Shuwan was indeed thirsty, and without being coy, she gulped down half of it and handed it to Wen Zuo. Wen Zuo drank the remaining half, thought for a moment, and then put all the fangs he had just collected into the empty bottle.

Mo Shuwan looked at the fangs in the bottle with shining eyes and exclaimed, "They're all points!"

Wen Zuo handed the bottle to her.

Whoever gets the fangs first gets them. These are all things Wen Zuo has touched, and they've already been factored into Wen Zuo's account. Mo Shuwan took the bottle without any pressure. "Then I'll keep it."

The vampire hunters' enthusiasm for collecting fangs reached an unprecedented high. After cutting off all the vampires' fangs on the second floor and handing them over to Mo Shuwan, the group rushed down to the first floor.

Just now, a group of people were caught in the vampire's vocal attack. After regaining their senses, a few of the local humans who were still able to stand rushed forward and started fighting the two passengers. The two passengers panicked and were initially overwhelmed, but their will to survive eventually made them fight back fiercely. The two of them were evenly matched with five or six people on the other side.

After the vampire hunters rushed to the first floor, they rescued the two passengers. Zuo Luo coldly swept his gaze over the group of humans who had been bewitched by the vampires, "The vampires are all dead. You can leave here now."

"What!"

The local humans who had just been locked in a fierce battle with the two passengers suddenly showed terror in their eyes. Not only them, but the other immobilized humans were the same. They never expected that so many vampires would just disappear like that!

Seeing that they still didn't move, Zuo Luo got angry, "If you don't leave, I'll deal with you all too!"

These words indeed shocked the ordinary humans present. Some people screamed in terror, no longer caring about anything else, and stood up, their faces pale, rushing towards the door.

Half an hour later, there were no outsiders left in the lobby. A group of vampire hunters then actively engaged in collecting fangs. Meanwhile, two passengers, their faces bruised and swollen, sat on the floor, anxiously glancing at the second-floor staircase. Why couldn't they see Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo? Were they already dead?

Although they were envious of Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo's strength, they knew that only these two people who seemed to know something about buses could help them survive. Now that they couldn't see anyone, panic rose in their hearts. If they hadn't been beaten so badly that they could hardly stand up, the two of them really wanted to rush up to the second floor to see.

Vampires prefer darkness, and originally there were only dozens of kerosene lamps lit around the perimeter of the first floor. Now that the vampire hunters have taken over the place, they naturally took out their lighting equipment immediately.

Although the two passengers' behavior was less than satisfactory, the kind-hearted Zuo Luo still stepped forward and gave them medicine to heal their wounds. At the same time, he looked them over with a strange gaze and asked inquiringly, "Aren't you vampire hunters? Aren't you companions of the two adults? Why are you so timid?"

“We…” A passenger almost blurted out “no,” but thankfully stopped himself in time. While applying medicine to his wound, he carefully observed Zuo Luo’s expression, not daring to deny or admit it easily. So he simply changed the subject and asked what he wanted to know most, “Where did Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo go? Are they dead?”

Zuo Luo was taken aback. "Those are the names of two adults?"

"right."

Zuo Luo suddenly realized, "Of course the two gentlemen will be fine; they are on the second floor now."

Hearing this, the two passengers finally felt relieved and leaned against each other to rest, exhausted. Although they hadn't fought with vampires, the ordinary humans hadn't held back when they beat them up; they had gone all out. Saying they were on the verge of death was an exaggeration, but it was close enough.

Only then did they understand what Mo Shuwan had said not long ago: to survive, they had to face the darkness.

An hour passed, and no vampires appeared in the entire building, as if only the low-level vampires from before existed there. However, the demonic talisman clearly told them that there were still vampires in the building.

Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo had already reached the stairs leading to the third floor. Further ahead, they could see the mist. The mist seemed to be alive, and as the two approached, it actively moved forward, as if trying to envelop them.

Mo Shuwan took several steps back, looked at the mist that stopped at the corner, frowned and said, "I'm a little panicked."

Wen Zuo nodded, indicating that he felt the same way.

"It seems there's something wrong with this fog; it's different from the one at the gate. We'll have to try it out first." With that, Mo Shuwan took out some exorcism water from her pocket, uncorked the bottle, and carefully sprinkled some into the fog. To her surprise, the fog seemed to have a mind of its own and actually retreated on its own, which surprised both Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo.

Is this even possible?

"Isn't this a vampire world? Why does this fog seem to be outside the scope of this world?"

Wen Zuo handed the flashlight to Mo Shuwan and took out paper and pen.

Wen Zuo: Different things have happened in this building during the day and at night, so it doesn't matter if the fog is a little more eerie.

"Too."

The unknown always makes people uneasy. Before they knew the origin of the fog, the two did not intend to act rashly and quickly retreated to the second floor, and then went to the first floor.

Upon seeing them come down, a dozen vampire hunters immediately rushed forward, each offering vampire fangs as if they were treasures, and then said with regret, "Sir, there are too few vampires here; we've only collected these fangs."

In their view, the more fangs that can make holy water, the better.

"It's alright." Mo Shuwan placed the bottle containing the fangs on the ground and let Zuo Luo and the others put them in directly. She originally thought that as long as the fangs didn't pass through her hands, they wouldn't directly become hers. Who knew that even with the bottle as a barrier, it was useless, and all the fangs were still counted on her.

Mo Shuwan was shocked and looked at Wen Zuo at a loss.

Wen Zuo smiled helplessly.

Wen Zuo: It's okay, we don't need to be so clear about it. Although we can't exchange points, anyone can use the things we redeem.

Reminded by Wen Zuo, Mo Shuwan realized what was happening and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, since she had already said that holy water could be made from fangs, Mo Shuwan couldn't really let the vampire hunters work for free. Besides, many of the vampires here had been killed by them, so it wouldn't be right for them to contribute nothing.

With a heavy heart, he took out the exorcism water that he had already used some of from his pocket, and tried his best to suppress his reluctance. He handed it to Zuo Luo with a fake calm expression, saying, "You can take this bottle of holy water first. The holy water is very powerful and very precious. We don't have much on us ourselves, so you must use it sparingly."