On this day, the weather was sunny and clear, with a temperature of 27°C and a humidity of 45%.
Those with blood should avoid traveling.
However, apart from third-generation vampires like Locke who might develop serious illnesses from sleeping too much, normal vampires don't come out during the day, and of course, they can't.
A fourth-generation character like Layton would have his strength suppressed in sunlight; he would be burned if it lasted more than a minute, and might spontaneously combust if it lasted more than ten minutes.
After that, they all have to avoid light to survive.
Di Xiu didn't want to be discovered by the people Layton had sent to find him, so he added a layer of disguise to himself and walked all the way to the original owner's house.
Why not take a taxi? The answer is no money, unless the driver is willing to accept money soaked in blood.
001 reopened her expression, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and sighed: "Why are we always so poor?"
"..."
001 lowered his head, looking melancholy and sad: "Alas, maybe bad luck and poverty are good brothers."
"..."
Once inside the Zhong family home, Di Xiu went up to the second floor as if he knew the way well, and went to the original owner's bedroom. 001 followed behind, chuckling and trying not to laugh.
After changing into well-fitting clothes and returning to their normal posture, they went into the study next door and found the cinnabar and yellow paper.
"It seems a bit low." 001 peeked out and muttered.
That's enough.
These were left behind by the original owner's parents, and the original owner basically never used them.
The original owner had begun learning the family's martial arts techniques when he was seven years old, but he had never learned talismans. He tried to imitate them but couldn't, so he put them aside and focused on improving himself, which led to his current level of cultivation.
You don't necessarily need to use cinnabar and yellow paper to draw talismans, but using these two will make them more effective.
After glancing at the sky, Di Xiu used up most of the yellow paper in his study, and then drew a stack of pictures with ordinary cinnabar and paper to deal with ordinary vampires.
As the sun began to set, he took out the peach wood sword left by the Zhong family ancestors and was about to leave when he heard someone return from next door. As soon as they entered, they began to sob softly.
Judging from the voice, it seems that Ariel's aunt is grieving over her missing niece.
He frowned slightly, guessing that Ariel was most likely still locked up by Locke, but for some reason, a month and a half had passed and she still hadn't been released.
He left the Zhong family's house through the back door without hesitation, without any intention of caring about the feelings of his poor neighbor next door.
The small favors that the aunt and niece had given her, she had already found opportunities to repay them over the years. What remained was just a matter of personal favor. Since they were no longer there, there was no need to maintain the relationship.
He arrived at the Blood Hunter Alliance, which was a standalone office building. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary large company. The tenth floor and above, which was not open to the public, was the alliance's headquarters.
Upon entering the mission department on the twelfth floor, Di Xiu looked around at the missions hanging on the mission board and picked up a sign for the trial of the fifth generation of vampires.
"Zhong, I heard your skills have improved recently, congratulations. But three people have already lost their lives on this mission. You're still young, and you have a long future ahead of you. Let's switch to another one."
Di Xiu turned around and saw the old man who had been sitting behind the front desk. He was like a hidden master who had been placed in the mission department as a leisurely manager because he was injured and left with a disability.
"I'm confident."
The old man looked at him and sighed, "Then you still need a teammate. You know, Blood Hunters need at least two people on a mission. You haven't shown up for so long, and Anthony has temporarily gone on a mission with another group. Zhong, as a senior, I must criticize you here. You and Anthony are a team, partners. How could you leave him alone on a mission at Rose Academy this time?"
Di Xiu glanced at the old man and said, "I'm sure the target was already dead at the time, but I forgot to tell him."
The old man paused for a moment, but didn't suspect he was lying. He just chuckled and said, "You young people are so impetuous."
Emperor Xiu waited for a while, but none of the blood hunters here showed any interest in participating in the mission he was in charge of. He recalled the timeline and asked the old man, "Is this fifth-generation vampire named xx?"
The old man watched him silently, and Di Xiu hung the sign back up and left.
The old man tapped the ground with his cane and said in a deep voice, "Zhong, don't act recklessly. If you can't use talismans, you need at least half the strength of your parents to be able to fight against a fifth-generation vampire."
"I will not act rashly."
...
"If you dare kill me, my father will never let you get away with it..."
Emperor Xiu watched as the vampire gradually turned to ashes in the flames, then turned and left.
Using talismans to deal with vampires is indeed quite effective.
Next, let's try a fourth-generation model, like the Layton, which would be just right.
Layton has an identity in human society; he is a director of a well-known conglomerate. Every twenty or thirty years, he changes his identity and pretends to be the son of his previous identity.
He has two residences. Before Locke woke up, he mostly stayed with the humans. After Locke woke up, he often stayed in Locke's castle so that he could be called upon at any time.
However, there are exceptions.
"Your Highnesses, someone has sent word that Zhong Yi was seen near his home."
Locke was already troubled by Ariel's unprecedented rejection of him and was determined to erase Zhong Yi from her heart. Upon hearing this, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he said to Layton, "Layton, you know what to do. This is your last chance. If you can't even do this little thing right, you don't need to keep bearing Albert's name."
Under the suppression of his bloodline, Layton trembled slightly and bowed his head, saying, "Yes, Father, I will not let you down."
Layton asked the blood slave who came to report, "Where is he now?"
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