After Yang Zhou finished speaking, he shut his mouth and nervously looked at Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo. He was worried that they would attack him, but Yang Zhou also wanted to take a gamble. He wanted to live, not just in this world, but in the next world and the world after that. So he had to find a partner.
Partners who can help each other survive together.
At this moment, Zhan Fei, who was rolling around on the ground, suddenly broke free of the ropes binding his hands, abruptly removed the gag from his mouth, and lunged at Yang Zhou with bloodshot eyes. He had no reason at all; his mind was completely filled with the desire to fill his stomach.
Unexpectedly, Zhan Fei suddenly attacked, and the unarmed Yang Zhou was instantly tackled to the ground. When the fangs pierced his neck, he felt despair.
Unexpectedly, the feeling of blood loss didn't last long. Yang Zhou turned to the side and looked at Zhan Fei, who was being trampled under Wen Zuo's feet. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rolled to the side, touching the bloody hole on his neck.
He escaped with his life.
Mo Shuwan scrutinized Zhan Fei for a moment and realized that he was indeed completely irrational at the moment. She couldn't help but frown. "How could he be like this?"
Yang Zhou hesitated for a moment, then whispered his guess, "He's probably hungry. He used to drink blood at least three times a day, but he only drank it once today. It's been seven or eight hours since he last drank blood."
Seeing that Zhan Fei's exposed skin had turned completely red as if it had been roasted by fire, Mo Shuwan sneered, "It seems this is the price."
Yang Zhou stood silently to the side without saying a word, while the other passengers who were hiding were also somewhat afraid of Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, and dared not make a sound at this moment. They could only watch from the gaps in the grass, all wondering how Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo would deal with Zhan Fei.
Zhan Fei deserves much credit for how things have developed to this point. Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo certainly wouldn't let him die in a daze. To help Zhan Fei recover, they would need to give him some blood. Mo Shuwan turned to look at Yang Zhou and smiled gently, "You just said you'd do anything I asked?"
A chill ran down Yang Zhou's spine. He wanted to refuse, but thinking of the calamities he might face later, he immediately held back and nodded tremblingly.
"Okay, come here."
Yang Zhou slowly walked over and, at Mo Shuwan's signal, squatted down next to Zhan Fei's head. Wen Zuo, who was restricting Zhan Fei's movements, also squatted down, using his palm to restrain Zhan Fei's frantically twisting head and pinching his chin to fix his head in place.
In his frenzy, Zhan Fei possessed immense strength. Wen Zuo was able to focus on holding his head still, but he couldn't hold his body still.
So Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo switched places. She stepped directly on Zhan Fei's chest, and at the same time grabbed Yang Zhou's hand and ruthlessly slashed his wrist. Yang Zhou subconsciously tried to pull his hand away, but in the end he held back and watched helplessly as his blood fell into Zhan Fei's mouth, which was forced open.
Facing Yang Zhou, who had once tried to harm her and Wen Zuo, Mo Shuwan showed no mercy. The cut was extremely deep, and the loss of blood made Yang Zhou's face grow paler and paler, and his body seemed to be swaying. But even so, Yang Zhou did not make a sound, but silently endured it.
As Zhan Fei gradually calmed down from his frenzy, and his rage disappeared and he regained his senses, Mo Shuwan glanced at Yang Zhou, who was gritting his teeth and holding on. She took out a medicine packet and sprinkled some on the deep wound. The amount of powder could stop the bleeding and help the wound heal, but it couldn't completely heal it. However, Yang Zhou was spared from death in any case.
Zhan Fei was completely stunned when he saw Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo.
Mo Shuwan stepped on Zhan Fei's chest, looking at him expressionlessly, "You're finally awake." With that, she stabbed Zhan Fei in the shoulder with her sword.
Zhan Fei screamed and tried to struggle, but Wen Zuo held him firmly. Unable to break free, he immediately looked at Mo Shuwan with a pleading expression, "We survived together from the last world and came to this world together, you can't... Ah—"
Mo Shuwan sneered, leaving a bloody hole on each of Zhan Fei's shoulders. "Enough nonsense. You won't live today. We woke you up just so you wouldn't get away with it so easily. You will never die so easily."
After saying this, Mo Shuwan didn't speak again. She left marks on Zhan Fei's body with her sword, ignoring the screams of agony. At this moment, she seemed to still be able to hear the screams and cries of countless humans from not long ago.
Countless humans died one after another trying to give them a chance to kill, and A-Yi and others sacrificed themselves one after another. They survived until now by stepping over mountains of corpses and seas of blood. All of this made it difficult for Mo Shuwan to breathe, and she was even short of breath at one point. At this moment, all the anger and madness that had been pent up for so long were vented on Zhan Fei, the one who had brought everything together.
Before long, Zhan Fei was enveloped in his own blood. His body convulsed, and he stared at Mo Shuwan with eyes full of hatred and resentment, barely clinging to life, "You, you all must die—"
Seeing Mo Shuwan's attacks becoming increasingly swift, Wen Zuo suddenly ended Zhan Fei's life. Then, he pulled Mo Shuwan up, frowned, and dragged her into his arms, holding her tightly. His large hands kept stroking Mo Shuwan's hair.
The reason Wen Zuo hadn't made a move earlier was indeed to let her vent, but he also didn't want Mo Shuwan to lose herself in the process.
The gentle yet firm touches on her head pulled Mo Shuwan back to her senses. She gently rubbed her face against Wen Zuo's chest, then took a step back from the warm embrace. She looked down at Zhan Fei, who was lying dead with his eyes wide open, sighed, and whispered, "Let's go."
Wen Zuo looked at Mo Shuwan with concern, hesitated for a few seconds, but still reached out and firmly took Mo Shuwan's hand, which was hanging by her side, into his own. The sticky, soft touch did not affect his determination at all.
Mo Shuwan struggled a bit. Her hands were covered in Zhan Fei's blood, and she didn't want Wen Zuo to get them on her. But she tried to struggle several times without success and had no choice but to give up.
Long after the two left, the passengers, who had been holding their breath, finally came to their senses. Looking at Zhan Fei's gruesome corpse, the passengers turned pale and secretly vowed never to have a conflict with Mo Shuwan again.
I never expected that she, who looked so gentle and weak, would be so ruthless!
Having witnessed all of this up close, Yang Zhou silently retreated back into the flowerbed.
When Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo returned to the vampire hunter team, many people had already returned. Among the group of vampire hunters with solemn expressions, Mo Shuwan actually saw Cai Zhongqi and Lin Zhen. Cai Zhongqi, who was looking for them, also immediately spotted Mo Shuwan.
Cai Zhongqi was overjoyed and whispered a reminder to Lin Zhen. The two adults and a child immediately squeezed through the crowd to Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo's side, their faces beaming with joy. "It's good that you're alright."
Mo Shuwan smiled and asked, "What are your plans next?"
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