Chapter 46: Is it fun to earn money with blood? (24) “Injustice has…
On the third floor of the villa, which was filled with blood, Aji and Elizabeth were still confronting each other inside and outside the barrier.
Aji is waiting for his SAN value to recover.
In the battle a moment ago, Elizabeth fought for power, so Aji witnessed the tragic deaths of his disciples one after another, and also saw the various horrific scenes opened by Elizabeth.
Although his cultivation far surpassed those of the other disciples, the constant stimulation still caused his SAN value to drop several times. By the time he activated the barrier to block Elizabeth, his SAN value had already dropped to 40%.
Although he himself could not see the data bar, he could clearly feel that his breathing was unstable.
Now, as he gradually calmed down, his SAN value had recovered slightly, slowly rebounding to 50%. Elizabeth paced back and forth outside the circular barrier, her temper gradually becoming irritable.
So in Aji's view, Elizabeth was also waiting. She was waiting for him to run out of energy and the barrier to weaken, giving her the opportunity to invade.
Wishful thinking...
Aji thought with gritted teeth.
He could tell from Elizabeth's species and her tattered wedding dress that she was merely a monster with a few hundred years of cultivation. If he were to judge solely by age, his cultivation would likely be lower than hers. However, he was considered one of the most gifted cultivators, and with the Tumba family's various magical instruments, competing against a monster of Elizabeth's level was no problem for him.
If Elizabeth hadn't had some strange props that made him repeatedly enter various terrifying illusions, he would never have fallen into this situation where he was forced to confront her!
In the stalemate between the two people, time passed by minute by minute.
If the three werewolf brothers were here, they would probably think Elizabeth was like a wolf carefully observing its prey. She lingered outside the barrier, waiting for her prey to relax due to exhaustion. She was so patient.
It's uncharacteristic of her to be so patient.
In the lounge on the west side of the 22nd floor of the club, Gongbu had suffered several rounds of fright in succession, and Si Ling felt a little impressed by him.
The fright she staged for him was "subtle" but "long-lasting". Gyaltsen and Dondup were sometimes normal and nothing unusual happened, and sometimes they turned into Gam and Zhuoerga in the blink of an eye, and then returned to their original state in the next moment, as if Gongbu had just been dazzled.
In each other's eyes, they were all normal, so they didn't understand why Gongbu was always so startled. Jianzan asked him about this several times, but Gongbu avoided the question.
...Of course, he could only avoid the question, because the repeated shocks had already made him suspicious. He couldn't help but wonder if the two disciples were possessed by evil spirits, and perhaps even suspected that he was hallucinating due to fear. In this situation, he couldn't trust anyone.
But even so, his "performance" was much better than Si Ling had initially expected.
Si Ling had originally assumed that if he'd even entertained the suspicion that his disciples were possessed by twin ghosts, he'd immediately unleash his magic on them. On the one hand, he was a beast in human form, not a truly kind person; on the other, he was truly a frail old man. The weakening effects of old age were too much for humans to resist, and even highly skilled practitioners, even those far superior to ordinary humans, were not immune.
Therefore, the elderly Gongbu's mental strength will inevitably weaken, and he will become increasingly senile like many elderly people. In addition, the desire to survive will occupy his mind more, which makes Si Ling think that he will immediately attack the two disciples in order to save his life.
But he didn't. Even after experiencing continuous shock, he still maintained a considerable degree of calm and restraint and did not act rashly.
Otherwise he would be a master.
Si Ling thought teasingly.
On the basement floor of the club, vampires in suits and ties had disguised themselves as guests and gone to the main banquet hall several times to observe the situation. Although their skin color was not normal, their aristocratic temperament was a plus. The light cast by the crystal chandeliers in the main banquet hall was warm yellow, which effectively weakened the morbid paleness, giving them a natural and beautiful filter.
After several observations, Aymeric found that he had miscalculated.
This miscalculation was somewhat funny - they had originally planned to wait until the guests became unresponsive due to the effects of alcohol so that they could make their biggest move, because Aymeric had some knowledge of China.
To be more precise, it is to have some understanding of the wine culture of the Porcelain Country.
Vampires love red wine. His family owns its own winery, and many members have become well-known wine collectors. Even his father, the dignified vampire prince, is one of them.
This trait made it natural for his father to be interested in wines from other cultures, and those who had something to ask of the prince would cater to his tastes and send him fine wines from all over the world.
So, over thirty years ago, His Royal Highness received a case of premium baijiu from China. Back then, China was far from its current international status, with limited interaction between the East and the West. Vampires, a naturally solitary race, knew very little about this mysterious ancient Eastern nation.
So after receiving these wines, they held a banquet with a certain arrogance and curiosity, just to taste this wine with a long history.
Then, in the second half of the banquet, many vampires witnessed a chaos that they would never forget.
Some of them were fast asleep, some were dancing or wailing, and some even made the indecent move of jumping onto the table and stripping off their clothes in public. Even more intriguing was the fact that two elderly knights, both over a thousand years old and traditionally known as pioneers of homophobia within the vampire community, embraced and kissed passionately for nearly an hour that night. In the utter chaos, few would have noticed this provocative scene, and even less likely would have remembered it after sobering up. However, as was customary, a royal photographer was present. He, also drunk, snapped hundreds of photos of the two, leaving behind an indelible, high-definition record of the two distinguished knights.
Even today, Aymeric still remembers all of this vividly, so when he was about to attend a banquet hosted by the Chinese, he naturally assumed that even if these people were not drunk, they would fall into the same chaos, which would be the perfect opportunity for the ghosts to take action.
...Who would have thought that more than an hour had passed, the guests were drinking happily, but few of them were drunk and acting crazy!
This is actually just a simple physical difference. The habits formed by thousands of years of culture have led many countries to develop high-alcohol products suitable for themselves, but many people who have a good alcohol tolerance will still not be able to stand it when they suddenly drink foreign alcohol.
Aymeric quickly realized something was amiss, but his plans were still disrupted. Fortunately, despite his often aloof demeanor, he wasn't one to save face. He immediately admitted his miscalculation to all the Western ghosts who had joined the plan and made a minor adjustment: "After the banquet is over, the attendees will likely return to their homes and retire quickly. We'll launch a surprise attack late at night. If nothing goes wrong, we can take down quite a few people."
Not long after, the accident happened without any surprise.
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In the lounge, Gongbu's SAN value finally dropped to 80% after Jianzan and Dunzhu changed their expressions again. This was much slower than Si Ling expected, but it was better than no drop at all.
Because SAN values don't decline uniformly. Once a person's mental strength begins to crumble, it's easy to fall into a vicious cycle, the lower it drops, the more it collapses. His aging-induced urge to survive will also intensify, prompting him to make impulsive misjudgments.
"You..." Gongbu's breathing became rapid. After several repetitions, Jianzan and Dunzhu became suspicious. Dunzhu looked at him steadily and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Gongbu could no longer sit still. He stood up and strode away from the sofa area, thinking about how to exorcise the ghost without disturbing others as much as possible.
Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in my ears...
It was just a breeze, but it startled Gongbu. He looked up and saw that both windows of the lounge were tightly closed. The windows were in front of him, but the wind was blowing from behind him.
In the breeze, the woman's ethereal voice whimpered softly: "It hurts... It hurts, my skin..."
The sound was not very clear, and Gongbu could not tell whether it was the voice of Gam and Zhuoerga.
He naturally didn't notice that at this moment, a little witch in a Ming Dynasty jacket and skirt was hanging on his back, her cherry lips pressed against his cheek and talking with a smile.
In the moment when Gongbu was panicking, a short knife appeared silently on the low cabinet under the window.
It was a fruit knife from the banquet kitchen. For some reason it had drifted here and was lying on the low cabinet, emitting a cold light.
"Master?" Jianzan was very worried about Gongbu's strange condition. He strode forward, and his concerned voice penetrated the quiet cries of pain and fell into Gongbu's ears.
The overlap of the two sounds stimulated Gongbu's nerves. He staggered forward two steps and grabbed the dagger.
Just as Jianzan rushed to his side, Gongbu pressed the dagger in his hand against his abdomen: "Don't move!"
"Master?!" Jianzan was shocked.
Dunzhu, who was originally sitting on the sofa, also stood up: "Master?!"
The two men looked at Gongbu in confusion.
The next second, Jianzan's face turned into Gam's again. He lowered his head slightly, and his eyes rolled up little by little until his black pupils completely disappeared, leaving only two white eyeballs staring at Gongbu.
A strange smile formed on his lips. As his thin lips moved, Gongbu heard a male and female voice saying coldly, "You've discovered me...Gongbu Zhuqin!"
It was the female ghost who controlled Jianzan to speak!
——This is the easiest judgment to make.
A layer of cold sweat oozed out of Gongbu's back, his skinny body trembled constantly, and he subconsciously stabbed at Jianzan with the dagger in his hand.
"Ah!" Jianzan was shocked.
"Master!" Dunzhu rushed over to stop him.
Si Ling and Xuan Chi read from a single page, each deliberately slowing down their speech so they could keep pace with the other. Gongbu heard Jianzan continue in a male and female voice, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor... Gongbu Zhuqin! I've finally found you!"
"You..." Gongbu took a few steps back. His last bit of rationality made him give up the physical attack and he began to chant spells in a cold sweat.
Si Ling and Xuan Chi exchanged a glance and laughed wildly in unison: "Hahahahaha - back then I was powerless and could only be slaughtered by you, but who do you think you are today?!"
However……
Before he finished speaking, a sudden noise came from outside: "Fire!"
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Author's words: Hyun Chi: I'm a divine beast, finally resurrected (not really alive haha), what stupid tasks do I do? Is it right to read it aloud in unison???
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