Regardless of how agonizing Mo Shuwan and the others' day was, Zhan Fei had already found all the passengers who got off the bus together, and they had all become his blood slaves.

He is different from native vampires, who only have an urgent need to eat when they first awaken from their slumber, and afterwards drink blood only to satisfy their appetites. They can eat human food just like humans.

But Zhanfei is different. He needs to drink blood at least three times a day, otherwise he will feel extremely hungry, and in severe cases, he will feel as if his body is on fire.

Yang Zhou, who had lost a lot of weight from being drained these past few days, lay on the ground, his eyes silently staring at the only crack in the doorway through which light was coming in. The screams he heard brought him back to his senses. He thought to himself, "Why is God so unfair? What did I do wrong to deserve this?"

Yang Zhou slowly moved his fingers and struggled to get up from the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a watermelon knife lying carelessly on the ground not far away. Suddenly, hope blazed in his eyes. Maybe... maybe there was still a chance to live.

Zhan Fei was also worried about draining these people dry, so he would replace them with another person each time he was almost done. He didn't feel full until he had replaced three people. He wanted to use these passengers to catch Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo off guard, so he would naturally appease them. "You have probably seen the benefits you have received these past few days. Although I have drained your blood, your lives have been saved. If it weren't for me, you would have been dead long ago."

The passengers dared not argue, silently huddled together, cursing the bastard a hundred and eighty times in their hearts.

However, there were exceptions. Some people fawned over Zhan Fei, but they were too weak from being drained of blood to speak. Otherwise, it would have been another disgusting display of flattery.

“I have found out where Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo are, but I can’t get into that place. I need your help. You don’t need to kill them. Just find a way to bring them out. If you can do that, I can take you out of this world alive.”

But as soon as he said this, all the passengers, including those who followed his lead, turned pale. All day long, Zhan Fei had been talking about how Mo Shuwan and the others were being chased by powerful vampires and were now trapped in a room, only because the place was too strange for the vampires to break into.

Although his original words were full of insults, the passengers understood after hearing them repeatedly that the vampires were still surrounding the house, and Zhan Fei was just sending them to their deaths if he asked them to go there!

This time, no one responded. Zhan Fei got angry and kicked the nearest passenger away, saying, "If you want to live, you have to listen to me."

"But what you're asking us to do is basically sending us to our deaths! We won't even see Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo before we're killed by the vampires waiting outside the house. You're a vampire now, so of course you're not afraid, but we're all human!"

Zhan Fei's anger subsided, and he said coldly, "A bunch of cowards. Since I said I would let you go, of course I will help you deal with the trouble. Just go and don't worry about anything else."

Having said all that, no passenger dared to object anymore. Given Zhan Fei's temper, if anyone objected again, he would definitely pick someone to vent his anger on at will, and that person would be in a terrible state, unable to live or die. No one could guarantee that he wouldn't pick on them.

Zhan Fei left not long after.

In the latter half of the night, Wen Zuo and two vampire hunters got up to relieve Mo Shuwan and the other two. As soon as Mo Shuwan switched places with Wen Zuo, she fell asleep immediately, as did the other two vampire hunters. The pressure on the three of them that night was simply too great.

But the benefits are also obvious; at least so far, no one has suffered losses or been misled.

After guarding for an unknown amount of time, the vampires' sharp, seductive cries finally stopped. Wen Zuo frowned, immediately strode to the window, and lifted the curtains to see a scene that puzzled him greatly: all the vampires had retreated.

Why?

To be on the safe side, Wen Zuo stood by the window for a long time before taking out the demon-sensing talisman from his pocket. The temperature on it was normal, indicating that the vampires had indeed left.

But what's the reason? We can't just retreat without a cause.

The two vampire hunters, who quickly realized there were no vampire cries, immediately went to the window. When they found that there wasn't a single vampire outside, their eyes widened in disbelief.

"Where are the vampires? Have they all left? Were they tired?"

One of the intermediate hunters, the young girl named Rona, shook her head. "I'd rather believe this is the calm before the storm."

"Yes, you're right."

The two couldn't help but look at Wen Zuo beside them. They now knew that Wen Zuo wasn't too aloof, but rather unable to speak, so their fear dissipated. They even took the initiative to step forward and talk, "Sir, why do you think the vampires withdrew?"

Wen Zuo took out paper and pen: No matter what the reason, we cannot let our guard down. The next attack will definitely be a thunderous strike.

"Understood." The two nodded.

With no vampires bothering them outside, Mo Shuwan and the others slept very soundly that night. The next day at noon, after lunch, Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo went to the courtyard. The demon-sensing talisman still did not react at all. If it weren't for the vampire's corpse still lying not far away, everything from yesterday would have seemed like just a dream.

Wen Zuo stepped forward and chopped off the vampire's two fangs.

For two days, Mo Shuwan and her companions remained on high alert, unsure of why the vampires had withdrawn. However, there was no movement for two whole days. Some vampire hunters even speculated that something might have happened to the vampire noble, which was why the vampires had been recalled.

This calm lasted until the evening of the third day. Ten days had passed since Mo Shuwan and the others came to this world. They only needed to get through the last five days to return safely.

Zuo Luo, who was standing outside the defensive formation, suddenly changed his expression, roared angrily, drew his long sword and charged out.

The vampire crouching on a human corpse turned his head and saw Zuo Luo charging towards him. His eyes flashed, and he bared his fangs and hissed at him a few times. Then he pounced on Zuo Luo and started fighting him. However, he was obviously just a low-level vampire and couldn't hurt Zuo Luo at all. He probably realized that he was no match for Zuo Luo and quickly fled.

Although Zuo Luo wanted to give chase, the horrific state of the humans around him prevented him from moving. Turning his head to look at the humans who had been brutally dismembered, Zuo Luo trembled with rage.

These damned vampires, it's one thing to suck blood, but they also brutally kill and dismember humans.