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Chapter 159, 1001: A Clue with R-R Content (Third Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Xia Pingzhou said expressionlessly, "Number 10, how about signing a contract with me and becoming my second demon?"

After the words were spoken, a brief silence enveloped the tavern's private room, making the commotion outside seem even more lively.

A burst of gradually suppressed laughter broke the silence in the private room.

Veins bulged on Bai Tanlang's forehead, his face covered in black lines. He slowly opened his eyes, which were covered by white film, and stared at Xia Pingzhou with murderous intent across a table.

"Kid... watch out or I'll kill you." He said, enunciating each word clearly.

"It's just a suggestion; you don't have to accept it." Xia Pingzhou found a seat on the sofa, closer to the Bloodline and farther from Bai Tanlang.

Andrew slammed his fist on the table and burst into laughter, panting heavily as the bottles on the table trembled. "Hahahaha! This kid is hopeless, his thought process is just so bizarre..."

Bernardo covered his mouth with his hand, shook his head, and chuckled softly, his monocle almost slipping off his wrist.

The Bloodline laughed so hard he almost fell over, his body shaking with mirth. "Without your young lady protecting you here, you actually dare to make such a joke... Our little kitten in the group has really gone through a rebellious phase."

Xia Pingzhou took a sip of ice water and casually changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Brother Bernardo, why did you only join the White Raven Brigade in the first place?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Bernardo.

Bernardo thought for a moment and said self-deprecatingly, "It's all unpleasant stuff from the past, no need to bring it up."

“I’m very curious,” Xia Pingzhou said.

“Alright then,” Bernardo said after a moment’s thought. “I was once a member of the Whale Garden, but I was expelled for not kneeling before royalty and for abusing some forbidden fragments of mythical creatures. I was humiliated and filled with resentment. Later, I obtained the fragment of the Black Death and gained power… I want to go back and prove myself to those arrogant royalty.”

He paused for a moment, then said, "Perfect timing... I heard that the leader of the White Raven Brigade is also interested in the treasures of the Whale Garden, so I went to great lengths to find him."

"I see." Xia Pingzhou nodded, thinking to himself that this story was too far-fetched.

"Dude, you're not going to spread the Black Death to us, are you?" Andrew asked, scratching his head.

“My heart is still with Miss Ripper,” Bernardo chuckled gently. “How could I do such a thing?”

“That’s true,” said Andrew. “By the way, where’s Miss Ripper?”

“She’s gone hunting.” Bloodline put down her glass. “She should be close to breaking through to the third rank by now, so she’s been quite diligent in her cultivation lately.”

Has the Ripper already reached the third-tier exorcist level...? Well, that makes sense. Her Skyward Exorcism mechanism is there for all to see; it doesn't need time to mature. All she needs to do is kill enough humans and demons.

Thinking of this, Xia Pingzhou suddenly said, "What about me?"

The Bloodline turned to look at him, a smirk playing on her lips, and said, "Come on, I'll take you to fight demons."

"Not really." Xia Pingzhou shook his head.

Bloodline tilted his head and said jokingly, "What, are you worried that Miss will be unhappy when she wakes up? It's alright, just consider it as me borrowing you from her for one night. I'll write her an IOU, and you can hand it to her when she wakes up."

Andrew joked, "What's the point of writing an IOU after returning the items?"

"Never mind... let's go."

Xia Pingzhou opened the app and glanced at the Venice map of the Exorcist Association. Many red dots were flashing on the map. It seemed that as soon as night fell, hordes of demons would emerge from Venice.

In two days, he would have to head to London to participate in the "Red Light" operation and complete the third main mission for this machine. Time was of the essence, so he had to maximize his strength within those two days.

Bai Tanlang said coldly, "Go, go, get this unlucky thing out of my sight." Xueyi got up and walked towards the outside of the tavern, then glanced back at Xia Pingzhou. Xia Pingzhou got up and followed, and the two left the private room together, then walked through the crowd and out of the tavern.

The moonlight was serene, and the canals of Venice were deserted, except for the wisteria blossoms along the wall that still exuded their enchanting fragrance.

Xia Pingzhou and Xueyi walked side by side on the street. The former looked at the map on his phone, while the latter stared blankly at the night sky.

After a moment, Xia Pingzhou suddenly spoke up: "By the way, perhaps I can help you find clues about 1001."

The bloodline was taken aback, then turned to look at him: "I can't even find it myself, so what makes you think you can help me find it?"

"Since you know you can't find it, what are you looking for?"

“Who knows? Maybe I’m looking for an illusion, an obsession, or maybe I’m just searching for my past self… After living for so many years, sometimes only by remembering something can I avoid losing my soul in the long years.” The Bloodline paused. “As long as I remember the name he gave me, I am still me.”

"Then why don't you want to tell others that name?" Xia Pingzhou said. "If you forget that name one day, you'll never remember it again."

The bloodline said calmly, "Precious things should be kept in the heart; what is spoken will eventually disappear."

“Truly a long-lived old woman who loves love,” Xia Pingzhou said. “But more than a hundred years have passed, and 1001 has either died of old age or perished in some war in the past…”

“He is immortal, just like me,” the Bloodline said. “So I believe he is not dead yet.”

"Why do you say that?" Xia Pingzhou thought for a moment. "It's obvious that he's immortal, but you haven't spent much time with him. Why do you think he's 'ageless'?"

“Of course, he told me himself,” the Bloodline said softly. “He said he has been wandering for a long time since he lost his memory, but he has always maintained the same appearance. His body has never grown up, just like mine.”

Only when mentioning this string of numbers does the Bloodline's expression become gentle and calm, as if she has transformed into a young girl; at other times, she is always elegant, playful, and enigmatic.

Xia Pingzhou remained silent for a moment, pondering: If 1001 is truly an immortal being as the bloodline claims, then he is most likely still alive. Yet my mentor told me that 1001 died in the last century…

Which side is correct?
Is there a connection between the mysterious prophet who directly caused my body to be imprisoned in the Salvation Society, the 1001st restricted-level superhuman, and my parents who abandoned me when I was four years old?

There are so many mysteries to be solved in the Salvation Society. I have to sort out these clues one by one and then solve all the mysteries.

Even if I manage to escape the Salvation Society, I must find that unidentified prophet. I must capture him and find out what his prophecy really means…

Thinking of this, Xia Pingzhou asked, "If you find 1001, what do you plan to do?"

"What else can I do? I can catch up with him, talk about what has happened in the past hundred years, and what I have seen on my journey to find him."

Bloodline lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, as if mocking himself: "And ask him if he found that white-haired girl yet... Thinking about it, he and I are actually quite similar, the only difference is that I am looking for him, while he is looking for someone else."

"It sounds a bit like a loser."

"Shut up."

“We’ve arrived just in time, this is the place,” Xia Pingzhou said.

The two stopped in front of the Grand Canal in Venice.

Looking out, an ancient stone bridge spans the winding canal. "Ponte Rialto," is the name of this old bridge. Its structure is built like a covered walkway. The roof casts shadows onto the bridge, and within those shadows, a couple of pairs of red eyes seem to dart about.

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