Lin Xi remained calm and composed. "I will naturally come to you and completely destroy your true form."
Dracula's eyes widened, his expression one of utter astonishment.
"You know... uh!"
He died before he could finish speaking.
Lin Xi remained expressionless, tossing down a Fiery Talisman that burned all the bat corpses.
The raging fire engulfed the entire villa, and the flames illuminated her face, making her lips appear pale.
Dragula's words were half true and half false, but one thing is certain: he and she really did know each other before.
Lin Xi had no recollection of it; either she had amnesia, or "this past" was a previous life.
She was certain that her memory was correct, leaving only one possibility: she knew "vampires" in her past life.
He may not be a vampire; his true form could be some other monster.
The vampire that just died was just one of its clones.
The matter of the fragments was still unclear when another strange person appeared, making things increasingly complicated.
Lin Xi scratched her hair, cleared her mind, and suddenly remembered something—the last sentence she had said.
"Lin Xi, you will definitely come to find me."
Linxi, Lin... no, it should be Lingxi!
Lin is a front nasal sound, while ling is a back nasal sound.
This vampire speaks Mandarin with no accent and his pronunciation is very standard.
Seeing her grave expression, Ji Heng quietly approached and asked, "How is the boss? Wasn't the vampire already dead?"
Lin Xi lowered her eyes. "Yes, he's dead."
Ji Heng rubbed his arms. "This place looks just like the Blue Castle, eerie and terrifying. Let's go home now."
Lin Xi nodded. "Let's go."
"Wait!" Hua Yueyue immediately called out to stop them as she saw the two about to leave. "Master, where is Doctor Shen?"
The Shen Yanyu who was with them today was a vampire in disguise. Where is the real Shen Yanyu?
Hua Yueyue was worried about his safety. "I've met Dr. Shen a few times before. He's a gentle and kind person. Master, please save him."
Chen Qingyan was confused and pleaded, "Please, Master, save Senior Shen."
Although Qian Fugui was a little jealous, he sincerely pleaded with the master, "Master, please help me."
Lin Xi rubbed her temples. "I almost forgot about that. Let me calculate his location."
That guy was definitely after her; Shen Yanyu was just an innocent victim.
Lin Xi quickly calculated with her fingers, then said, "Come with me."
The group followed, searching for the real Shen Yanyu.
...
In the distance, an ancient castle.
In the dim light, bright red blood flowed from a black coffin, and the patterns engraved on the surface of the coffin glowed.
A moment later, a pale, paper-white hand pushed open the coffin lid and gripped the edge tightly.
The man had white hair and red eyes, dressed neatly and exquisitely, his scarlet eyes devoid of any warmth, and his lips pressed into a straight line.
"My lord, you're back." A vampire pushed open the door, saw the winding trail of blood, and held his breath in fright.
"Sir, I'll be right out!!"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Dracula sneered, his alluring beauty mark barely visible beneath his eye.
"Call Shikong and Qingwu over."
"Yes, sir!"
The vampires breathed a sigh of relief and ran away quickly.
Shi Kong led Qingwu into the room. He glanced around the room without making a sound and instantly understood what had happened.
As expected of the prophesied person, he eliminated one of the adult's clones, forcing him to lie back in his coffin and recuperate.
"My lord, your face has changed again."
His tone was full of schadenfreude, clearly mocking her.
Dracula's face was cold, and his eyes were like knives, as if they could stab someone to death.
Shi Kong stood still, his smile undiminished.
Qingwu slowed its breathing, barely daring to exhale, trying to minimize its presence.
Why did he appear here and even meet the legendary God?
Qingwu is a minor feng shui master in Southeast Asia. He can't fight, he can't scheme, he can only set up formations.
His most prized formation, the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, has been destroyed, leaving him essentially useless.
Unexpectedly, some of the organization's top members were killed, some were maimed, and some were captured.
The rest of the people are either brainless or traitors.
Qingwu rose through the ranks, eventually becoming the organization's second-in-command, second only to the God Lord.
He didn't do anything, so why did it turn out like this?!
Qingwu was terrified and silently retreated to a corner.
Dracula lifted his eyelids. "Come here."
Qingwu was startled and trembled uncontrollably. "Me, me...?"
Dracula coldly uttered two words, "Come here!"
Qingwu forced himself to step forward, his steps trembling as he took each step, his cowardice evident on his face.
When the big shots argue, the little devils suffer.
Qingwu's voice was weak, "My lord, what is it?"
Dracula scrutinized him inch by inch, a playful smile flashing in his eyes.
How have you been feeling lately?
"ah?!!"
Qingwu was stunned.
Too many people in the organization have died, which is why the Lord God is particularly concerned about his health?
If he dies too, the organization will only have the rebellious Shi Kong and a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people left.
Qingwu gestured with both hands, his attitude sincere yet a little silly, "It's fine, no problem."
Dracula made a veiled insult, saying, "You can't eat bad things like that idiot."
Qingwu: "Oh."
The organization's former second-in-command died from food poisoning after accidentally eating poisonous mushrooms.
He laughed for three whole days before taking over as the second-in-command.
Shi Kong said lazily, "Of course Qingwu wouldn't."
Dracula said coldly, "That was for the best!"
Their eyes met in mid-air, and the air thick with the smell of gunpowder filled the space.
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