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"Chong-"

The giant blade, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed fiercely across Wang Wu's shoulder, striking his hard bone with a dull, piercing sound.

“I didn’t expect you to be so tough,” Cain said in a low voice beneath his demonic mask.

"Ouch!" Wang Wu cried out in pain, raised his other hand, clenched it into a fist, and slammed it into Cain's chest with a gust of wind.

"Boom-"

"Ugh!" It was the sound and the sensation of being hit, but Wang Wu felt a sharp pain in his palm, as if his bones had shattered into countless pieces.

"Is that all the strength you've got? It's barely a scratch." Cain, his entire body covered in demonic armor, said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion, as if mocking Wang Wu's powerlessness.

"You've already lost." Holding the giant blade, he swung his arm, and a smooth, neat wound was instantly slashed diagonally across Wang Wu's chest and abdomen.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out like a spring, and the blood-red heart could be faintly seen beating rapidly, along with the white bones tightly intertwined with flesh and blood.

"How...how is this possible? I, Wang Wu, actually lost?! Pfft!"

Wang Wu stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his face filled with terror. He felt as if half of his body had lost sensation, as if it had been completely severed.

"Heh, I underestimated you, no, I overestimated myself." Wang Wu, who was lying on the ground, regained his senses and laughed self-deprecatingly as the Blood Demon's Fury shattered on the ground.

"What? So vampires aren't all that great after all. They can't even beat you, a human." Wang Wu was filled with regret.

"Don't rush to die, I want to ask you a few questions." Cain looked at Wang Wu's miserable appearance, his demonic armor dissipated, and he squatted down.

"Tell me who gave you the Blood Demon's Wrath, who turned you into this, and what is this hell you speak of?"

Cain asked, his voice urgent, his heart filled with excitement. This was a clue he couldn't afford to miss; finally, there was a glimpse of the mysterious hell.

Perhaps it is as the saying goes: "When a bird is about to die, its song is mournful; when a person is about to die, their words are kind."

In his final moments, Wang Wu's expression was unusually gentle. Perhaps he had figured something out, or perhaps this was the real him.

"The Blood Demon's Wrath was given to me by a man named Xu Fu."

"And hell? I advise you not to delve too deeply into how I've become. Just consider it my ramblings. It's a taboo, a taboo deeply hidden in people's hearts. Just enjoy life to the fullest before being devoured by Him. No one can stop Him, because He is... hehe..."

In the last half of the sentence, Wang Wu's voice grew weaker and weaker until he no longer had the strength to speak and could only gasp for breath like a broken bellows.

Hell! I only stumbled upon it by chance, which is why I became this vampire. This world is truly unfathomable, hiding so many things. Even the gods haven't explored them all. Even someone as powerful as you is nothing more than a mayfly trying to shake a tree, a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Even the gods fear this being. No, it was the gods who created Him, and even hastened His birth...

Wang Wu looked at Cain, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

A wealthy and gambling-addicted father... a mother who sold her son for personal gain... punches and kicks... frantic struggles... an inescapable addiction to desire... malice was devouring and spreading... He hid in a corner, helplessly and trembling as he watched all this. His childhood had been spent in such a life... His current wealthy life was earned through his own hard work, until he touched the darkness, and everything uncontrollably slid into the abyss. He seemed to be falling into the same abyss as them. Scenes from the past flashed through his mind.

Is this a replay of memories before death? What's wrong with me? Even vampires can corrupt me. I shouldn't have come into contact with hell. Sigh... What's the use of thinking so much now? Dying like this isn't so bad... Life is truly painful...

Faced with this outcome, Wang Wu was surprisingly calm, and one last thought flashed through his mind.

This is how bad guys always end up...

"He is dead," Yang Yuhuan said calmly.

"Hmm." Cain nodded, his feelings complicated.

Is this considered a victim of hell?

He could sense that Wang Wu was in two completely different states: one was madness, and the other was tranquility and simplicity. Both were his true selves, becoming both victims and perpetrators at the same time, gradually affecting everyone.

Even if you say that, I will still drag hell out of my sight, for the sake of those comrades who died for me.

Cain remained steadfast in his conviction.

Vampires are somehow connected to Hell. According to Wang Wu, Hell created vampires. And what about Xu Fu—is he alive or dead? And the Great Wall of Miracles… Hell… what's the connection between the two? This is probably no longer just the simple world of Kings in the game; there are other unknown entities, like Hell itself…

Cain's mind was racing.

"Let's go and meet up with Pei Qinhu and Ali."

Yang Yuhuan was the first to walk out of the secret chamber. In truth, she was also feeling terrible. She had thought it was just ordinary nobles trafficking people, but she had witnessed a much crueler side, as well as the so-called vampires. It was the first time she had seen such a detestable inhuman being, and she felt that they should not be a product of this world.

"Wait for me……"

Cain thought for a while before coming out. As soon as he stepped out of the passage, the blinding light at the entrance momentarily stunned him. After he saw it clearly, he froze.

Where's the jade ring? Such a big jade ring, how could it just disappear like that? And these people are... from the Dali Temple? My dream of being an unsung hero has been shattered.

Cain was somewhat depressed.

“I received a report that there were nobles here who were trafficking people, but it seems that’s not the case. It’s the vampires causing trouble.”

"I never thought that the vampires from Xuan Yong, which is so far away, would spread to us. It's really hateful, like a plague."

"Brother, did you defeat those two suspected vampires? That's impressive." A group of constables surrounded Cain at the entrance, chattering amongst themselves.

"No..." Cain was about to argue when someone interrupted him.

"Don't just talk. If they really are vampires, record it quickly and report it to His Majesty. There may still be vampires hiding in Chang'an. It seems we'll have to conduct another major investigation." Di Renjie stepped out from the group of constables, his expression serious, and gave instructions to everyone.

"You guys go into this passage and thoroughly search it. Also, seal off this courtyard—no, the entire Prince's mansion—and don't allow any unauthorized personnel to enter. Get moving."

"Yes, Lord Di!" the constables responded loudly and quickly dispersed.

“We should have met before, Cain,” Di Renjie said, looking at Cain with a sharp gaze that seemed to see right through him.

"That's right. I wonder what you need to ask, Lord Di? If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave." With that, Cain turned to leave. What was supposed to be a secret mission had been exposed on its very first attempt.

"Wait, you've done a great service this time. You discovered the presence of vampires and prevented their spread. His Majesty will surely reward you handsomely again." Di Renjie stopped Cain.

"However, I'd like to know how you discovered that something was amiss with this Prince's residence. Would you mind asking me?" Di Renjie's eyes gleamed with curiosity.

Suddenly, Cain noticed Pei Qinhu standing on the wall, with Yang Yuhuan and Gongsun Li beside him. They waved at Cain, and Pei Qinhu seemed to have a gloating smile on his face.

"The credit is yours." Pei Qinhu mouthed.

Then the three people jumped over the wall and gracefully left.

Ugh, you guys tricked me! You just abandoned me and ran away!

Cain inwardly groaned.

……