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"Grandpa!"
Grandpa looked just like he always did, smiling at me as he said, "Anxin, where did this child come from? Why didn't you let me in?"
"Miss, he has a strong aura of death around him; he is not your grandfather." Tao Wu stepped back, his hands clenched tightly, entering a defensive stance. "Miss, step back."
"Grandpa." I felt my whole body trembling; my voice quivered as I called out to him. I knew Tao Wu wasn't lying. I could sense the smell of death and the heavy Blood Taste emanating from him. There were also two bite marks on the side of his exposed neck and his grayish-white eyes.
I just couldn't accept it.
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
Grandpa reached out to me. "I heard you were hurt, so I came to see you. It's not safe for you to be here alone; come with me!"
"Miss, don't believe him." Tao Wu urged urgently. "I know how painful it is to lose a loved one; I understand your sorrow. But your life was saved with great difficulty by the Lord. You cannot let it be threatened again. So please, go back and let Tao Wu handle him."
"I—"
I felt a force within me urging me to rush out and pull Grandpa away from here. Even if he was a Zombie, he was still my grandfather; there had to be a way to bring him back.
That conviction was incredibly strong. I felt my body moving against my will, stepping forward as if to cross the threshold. Just then, a force pushed me back.
I realized that a barrier had been set at the door.
Only Jun Chong could do something like this.
"Tch!" A casual voice came from behind Grandpa, laced with disdain. "I thought killing this old man would be useful, but it seems it still doesn't work."
"It’s you!"
I saw a dark figure emerge from behind Grandpa; it was that Zombie. Upon seeing me, he waved his hand as if greeting me. "Girl, we meet again. Last night was quite intense! It gave me plenty of room for revenge! You should go outside and take a look; it's quite spectacular out there!"
"What do you mean?"
I had a bad feeling, but I remained silent, my emerald eyes shining with a strange light as I pointed towards the window. My heart raced as I rushed over to open it and looked down. The empty street was now filled with people, a dark mass moving together.
There were even more than I had seen before, all heading in one direction. I looked up and heard a voice from that direction, unsure if it belonged to Chitaki.
I vaguely remembered that when I fell asleep, it was still dark outside, and I had slept for quite a while. It shouldn't be the next evening or even dawn yet.
I pulled out my phone to check the time; it was four in the afternoon. It was daytime, yet outside was pitch black, with a blood-red full moon hanging in the night sky.
"Why is it dark outside?"
Zombie grinned with satisfaction. "How about that? Exciting, isn't it? This is all my masterpiece!"
"Hey, did you hurt Molin?"
Suddenly, a slender shadow flashed behind Zombie. Tao Wu tensed up in alarm but I stopped him. "Tao Wu, it's Qian Qian."
Qian Qian straightened her thin frame and said sharply, "Tell me, did you hurt Molin?"
"Oh ho, beautiful Zombie! We're kindred spirits; isn't this tone a bit much? Tsk tsk!" He rested his chin on his hand, looking like a rogue as his gaze wandered over Qian Qian. "The Red-Eyed Generation, not bad at all. How about we cultivate together? That way we could definitely rule the world!"
"…"
Cultivate together? Did he think this was ancient times? Zombies could cultivate together? Looking at that lewd gaze, I felt his appearance was wasted on him.
Qian Qian scoffed. "Even if we were to cultivate together, it would be with Molin. What do you think you are doing, you second-generation Zombie?"
"…"
Is this how Zombies talk nowadays?
Xianxian was serious, her black pupils turning blood red as she blocked the doorway. "Anxin, you stay here. I'll handle this Zombie!"
"Hehe, interesting. I'll have some fun with you tonight," the Zombie said, turning and running away. Without hesitation, Xianxian chased after it.
I wanted to go out, but the barrier at the door was clearly meant to keep me inside. Grandpa turned and left, ignoring my shouts.
I believed in Xianxian's abilities; as a Drought Demon, she was definitely not your average Zombie. However, I worried that sometimes she could be quite simple-minded, and this second-generation Zombie looked like a rogue but was very cunning.
But then I thought about it—Xianxian was quite stubborn when it came to Molin. Maybe I was overthinking things.
"Miss, only humans and I, along with the Lord, can enter this barrier. Once inside, you can't get out."
I knew Jun Chong didn't want me to get hurt again, but this waiting made me even more anxious. I leaned against the window, watching the changes outside.
The clouds swirled, and the blood-red moon shone brightly. Xianxian was entangled with the Zombie; although it seemed like she had the upper hand in movement, whenever the Zombie found itself at a disadvantage, the blood moon would emit a glow, allowing it to easily evade her attacks.
When I saw the same situation happen for the third time, I realized its movements were definitely related to that mysterious blood moon. I needed to find a way to cover its light.
Meanwhile, although low-level Zombies were easy to deal with, their sheer numbers posed a problem and drained my energy as I watched helplessly. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound at the door. I turned to see the severely injured Molin weakly leaning against the doorframe.
" Molin, what happened?"
I couldn't go out; it was Tao Wu who had helped him in. I noticed beads of sweat on his forehead and a dark stain of blood seeping through his white shirt.
"Your wound seems to have reopened. Let me take a look."
"I'm fine," Molin gritted his teeth against the pain and reached out his hand toward me. "This is a talisman given by Boss; it can eliminate Zombies in one blow. I've seen it before—it's a destruction spell from the Yin-Yang family with immense power. You need to get it to Shishu."
I took the yellow triangle from him; it still had traces of blood on it. "How did you find this?"
"I picked it up by chance. The design on it is unmistakable." Molin coughed once, and the stain on his shirt grew darker. I gently patted his back to help him breathe easier; he was gravely injured, his face pale and lips devoid of color—worse than last time. "Even with Jun Chong here, our chances have greatly increased, but exorcising demons is our Taoist duty and doesn't allow for outside interference. So hurry and deliver the talisman to Shishu; this place is filled with that Zombie's aura, and I'm afraid delaying will only make things more dangerous."
Molin was right; if it weren't for my involvement, Jun Chong definitely wouldn't have intervened. Although he could heal his wounds on his own, the pain still existed, and I didn't want him to get hurt again. I straightened my posture and said, "Then I'll go now."
"No," Tao Wu stopped me. "Sister, let me go!"
"Thank you."
I handed the talisman to Tao Wu, who immediately rushed off. I watched the battle under the moonlight from the window, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. The scent of Blood Taste grew stronger in the wind, and the low growls never ceased. I anxiously scanned every corner but felt helpless.
"Don't worry; nothing will happen. Although Qian Qian is simple-minded, she's not lacking when it comes to fighting."
"But I find that blood moon very strange. Every time that Zombie is at a disadvantage, the moon emits a glow, and then he seems fine." I pointed at the moon overhead and asked, "Is there any way to cover that moon? Otherwise, how long will this fight go on?"
Molin staggered over to the window and glanced at the moon, frowning. "He's using the moonlight to absorb blood and turn it into his own power. We must stop him."
"How do we stop him?"
"I don't know; Jun Chong can't get away right now." Molin punched the wall in frustration. "If only I weren't injured—damn it."
"Don't be angry; that Zombie is just too cunning." Suddenly, an idea struck me. I extended my right hand toward Molin. "I have the Phantom Spirit Pearl. Jun Chong said this can transform into physical objects at will. If I create a cloth to cover the moon, wouldn't that work?"
"You should make a net instead; if the moonlight disappears, it will be even harder for Shishu and the others."
"Okay."
I stretched out my right hand, envisioning a net in my mind. A slight sting came from my wrist as the Phantom Spirit Pearl glowed brightly, and a net appeared in my hand.
I wiped away the blood on my hand. "But how am I supposed to hang this up? The sky is so high."
"Wait for Tao Wu to come back; she can hang it up. Right now, it's daytime outside; it's just covered by a barrier that makes it look like this. The blood moon is fake—it's just used to absorb power."
"Got it." I positioned the net and waited for Tao Wu to return. Molin sat beside me and looked at my wrist, asking, "Where did you get this?"
“Jun Chong gave this to me, saying it could protect me.”
“He gave it to you?” Molin looked at me suspiciously but didn’t say much more. He only told me when Tao Wu returned, “Don’t use it unless absolutely necessary, for your own good.”
A shiver ran through me; his words were somewhat similar to what Lin Shan had said. Could this thing really be a demon? But why would Jun Chong give it to me without explaining anything?
After Tao Wu returned, Molin shared his thoughts with him, and Tao Wu immediately went to take action.
When the great net covered the moon, everything changed. Molin suddenly pulled me down to the ground. I only heard explosive sounds ringing in my ears, and the ground shook as if an earthquake had struck.
As I lifted my gaze, pure white sunlight streamed in from outside. I got up from the ground, and the dark mass of Zombies had vanished, leaving only Chitaki and Jun Chong standing nearby.
Meanwhile, that Zombie knelt on the ground, Qian Qian grasping its head with one delicate hand. I couldn’t tell what she said before she crushed its skull.
In that moment, as I looked up, I saw a fierce killing intent in Qian Qian’s eyes. Regardless of whether she was a purely benevolent woman, she was still a Drought Demon, now tainted with bloodlust, making her somewhat terrifying.
The sunlight on the horizon gradually dimmed; the golden sunset cast its afterglow over the land. Even though darkness would return again, it wouldn’t be as unsettling as before.
When Jun Chong came back, the first thing I said was, “Is there still any trace of Grandpa’s body? Even just a small piece; I want to give him a proper burial.”
Jun Chong paused and pulled me tightly into his embrace.
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