The moment the door was opened, a strong stench of blood filled the air.

Zhan Fei felt hungry again and licked his fangs with a thirsty and subtle manner.

He didn't dare to look up or go in. He just stood half a meter away from the door and whispered, "They came out from that place. Those cunning hunters realized our intentions. They took advantage of the fact that you gentlemen were not paying attention to us and kidnapped all the humans on the way... Now no humans have arrived here."

The text emphasizes the cunning of vampire hunters. Zhan Fei sensed that the vampires, who had previously disregarded him, were all looking at him. He quickly lowered his head even further to express his loyalty: "I am willing to deal with them, but my strength is too weak. I'm afraid I can't do it on my own and I'll need your help."

"Get out of here."

Zhan Fei, who had been eagerly anticipating hearing this, breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left.

After he left, the atmosphere among the vampires in the room was not good. After some time, one of the vampires spoke up, "The day of slumber is coming soon. If you want to improve your strength, these few days are crucial. Kill that group of vampire hunters and bring back the person the king wants to see."

That being said, not a single vampire moved. Zhan Fei had indeed accomplished his scheme to some extent, but he had overlooked one thing: the competition among vampires was such that no race was completely united, let alone vampires, creatures who preferred darkness.

None of the vampires wanted to give up the opportunity to improve their strength. Who knew that after they went out, some vampires might sneak back and monopolize all the blood sacrificed by humans?

Mo Shuwan, Wen Zuo, and the others, who were busy running around the city, were unaware that the distrust among the vampires had bought them extremely valuable time.

As more and more low-level vampires are eliminated, the native humans gradually regain their senses. Recalling the bizarre hallucinations they had previously experienced, the humans began to feel fear and unease. A group of vampire hunters had no choice but to join the effort to calm the humans down. Only Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo continued to hunt vampires.

Mo Shuwan, panting heavily, squatted next to a vampire and put the fangs into her backpack. In the distance, Wen Zuo had also finished off a vampire. The two exchanged a glance from afar. Mo Shuwan stood up and silently approached Wen Zuo, and Wen Zuo did the same.

Neither of them possessed any supernatural powers. Although they had weapons and exorcism potions to counter vampires, they needed to save the exorcism potions for dealing with the group of intermediate-level vampires. So, throughout the night, they only used the power of their weapons, making the fight against the vampires with supernatural powers much more difficult.

He has countless wounds, big and small, all over his body.

"Shall we take a break?"

Wen Zuo nodded.

The two then sat down on the floor against the wall, completely disregarding their image, and closed their eyes to slowly calm their breathing and heartbeats.

"Wen Zuo, after you get back safely this time, see if the bus can cure your voice." Mo Shuwan's voice was very soft, but Wen Zuo heard it clearly.

Wen Zuo looked at the person sitting next to him, who was looking up at him with a slightly tilted head. His eyes were full of struggle and hesitation. After a long while, he took out paper and pen, but he did not write immediately. Instead, he held the pen and placed his hand on the notebook, staring at the notebook for a while without writing.

Mo Shuwan quickly understood Wen Zuo's hesitation, slapped her forehead in annoyance, and hurriedly explained, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not looking down on you, I just want to hear your voice."

Wen Zuo: Can you hear my voice?

"Hmm, I think your voice must be very nice."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zuo's tension finally disappeared, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his gaze swept over the scars on Mo Shuwan's face before quickly writing down a line of words.

Wen Zuo: Okay, I'll figure something out when we get back to the bus. Has the scar on your face disappeared by now? I'd like to see what you look like before.

Wen Zuo hesitated repeatedly before writing this last sentence against his will.

Of course, this was not the real reason. Mo Shuwan did not know that whenever Wen Zuo saw the scars on her face, he would feel heartache and pain, and would often think about how much pain she had in when she was injured.

"To be honest, there's no point in keeping this scar. Didn't you exchange a tube of ointment for me last time? I haven't used it yet; it's still in my bag." Mo Shuwan said as she took off her backpack and placed it in front of her. She reached inside and rummaged through it, quickly finding the ointment that Wen Zuo had exchanged for her.

"Look, I've always carried it with me."

Wen Zuo was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up with desire as he thought of the ointment she carried with her.

Mo Shuwan shoved the ointment into Wen Zuo's hand, "You apply it for me, I can't see it myself."

Wen Zuo stared blankly at the ointment in his hand, embarrassed, and showed Mo Shuwan his dirty hands. Mo Shuwan shook her head nonchalantly, "It's okay, my face isn't much cleaner than your hands right now."

Wen Zuo shook his head violently, his dark pupils reflecting Mo Shuwan's image. He shook his head silently and said, "It's not dirty."

"Are you kidding me? Do you think I don't know? It must be very dirty." Mo Shuwan was instantly amused by Wen Zuo. "It's okay, I don't mind. Last time in the zombie world, we even ate rotten pancakes. It's just a little dirty now, nothing."

Wen Zuo then stopped insisting, wiped his hands hard on his clothes, opened the unused ointment, squeezed a little onto his fingers, and carefully applied it to the scars on Mo Shuwan's face.

Wen Zuo's focus made Mo Shuwan a little embarrassed. The two were standing quite close. Mo Shuwan's pupils darted around, but in the end, she felt that it was inappropriate to look at him anywhere. So she simply stared at Wen Zuo, examining his handsome face, which she already knew very well.

Wen Zuo: "..."

Cai Zhongqi and his mother Lin Zhen, who had finally caught up, felt their panic subside somewhat after seeing the extremely harmonious scene of Wen Zuo and Mo Shuwan applying ointment. Adhering to the principle of not looking at what is improper, they silently turned away, but couldn't help wanting to gossip. After holding it in for a while, Cai Zhongqi whispered, "I think Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo are quite lucky. They got on the bus together, so at least they can look out for each other."

“Yes, if my husband had gotten on the train with me, I wouldn’t be in this situation—” Lin Zhen’s eyes welled up with tears as she thought about how she and her son survived by scavenging through trash cans in the first few days. “We were supposed to go home, and he was still waiting for us at the station.”

Cai Zhongqi was also affected by the situation, and said in a low voice with his head down, "I also plan to go home, but no one will come to the station to pick me up. My mother is the only one left at home. She lives alone in the countryside and refuses to come to the city with me. I plan to go back and stay for a few more days this time."

No one expected that just taking a train ride would bring about such a dramatic change in their lives.