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Huo Dongjun seized the opportunity and took a spot next to Chang Xi's bed.

Gu Qingfeng was a step too slow, gritting his teeth: Damn it, this guy beat me to it again. He had to be even more careful and guard against Huo Dongjun, this pig who was trying to steal the cabbage.

Fortunately, everyone slept well, and Changxi's sleep quality was not affected.

Lu Wenli heard the sound of high heels walking on the ground again and immediately woke up.

He tried to wake Chang Xi, but Chang Xi woke up earlier and sat upright on the bed with a wary look in her eyes.

The others woke up one after another, and everyone was on edge as they listened to the ticking sound coming from outside the door.

Everyone was intently watching the commotion outside.

"The high heels disappeared?" Lu Wenli asked in a low voice, uncertain.

Chang Xi remained vigilant and replied in a low voice, "Still here."

The sound disappeared, but the things outside remained; she hadn't left.

Is this the retribution for staying up all night?

【I am so surprised!】

Chang Xi took a yellow talisman out of his pocket.

The door opened.

Chang Xi threw the yellow talisman out, and the man let out a deafening scream, waking up the people in the other rooms, who all rushed out.

The man was a male servant in the castle, with fangs showing and yellow liquid dripping from his mouth.

Chang Xi laughed, "Yellow blood, you must be of a high rank among vampires! How come you're just a male servant?"

"Are you a priest?" The male servant staggered to his feet.

"No, just a Taoist priest."

"So what? You can't leave here alive," the servant laughed. "This will be your grave."

"Really?" Chang Xi asked, "Why are you targeting me? I didn't go to the back mountain, nor did I break your rules by going to the fourth floor."

Chang Xi gestured with his chin toward John and the others, "Could it be that cross? No way, I can buy you a dozen of those for a hundred yuan at a small market on the coast of China. You guys aren't really that stingy."

"I don't understand what you're saying, I just find you an eyesore," the male servant grinned as he lunged at Lu Wenli.

"Huh?!" Lu Wenli was dumbfounded. "Didn't you say you were going after her? What does this have to do with me?"

Lu Wenli was really going to make a scene. These monsters and demons always pick on the weak and bully him, a mere newbie. It was too much!

Chang Xi summoned the Demon Slayer to block the male servant's outstretched hands toward Lu Wenli.

"Who dares to lay a hand on my people in front of me?"

Chang Xi wielded the Demon-Slaying Dance with overwhelming power, and the male servant, seeing that he was no match for him, fled in a sorry state, sustaining numerous injuries.

"Aren't your accomplices going to help you?" Chang Xi wasn't about to let him get away, so she used the Demon-Slaying Sword to hold the male servant's neck.

Just as he was about to make a threat, a sound came from the end of the corridor.

"Let him go!" A maid stood at the end of the corridor, her hand gripping Special Forces soldier VJ's neck.

I was actually threatened.

"What if I don't let go?" Chang Xi raised an eyebrow.

The maid tightened her grip on VJ's neck, and he showed a pained expression. His tall, imposing frame, over 1.8 meters, was now as fragile as a flower stem in the maid's hands.

"I don't like being threatened." Chang Xi released the male servant and rushed towards the female servant.

The maid didn't react quickly enough and was hit by Chang Xi's stick. Her skin smelled burnt, and she involuntarily let go.

Upon seeing this, the male servant's eyes widened in fury, and he rushed forward, shouting as he tried to tear Chang Xi to pieces.

Lu Wenli took out a talisman and threw it out, forming hand seals as he chanted: "May all demons cease, may the bright light be boundless and inexhaustible, may there be no strength or ignorance, no delusion or drowning, and may the great light punish them!"

The male servant turned to ashes in an instant.

[The young master is making rapid progress!]

[Is he that good now?]

Lu Wenli looked at his palm in disbelief. "I... I'm already this good?"

"It's not that you're good, it's that the other person's support is good," Yan Feishuang said, raising her chin behind him.

When Lu Wenli turned around, he saw Huo Dongjun behind him, his outstretched hand still imbued with spiritual energy.

Huo Dongjun is practically a buff.

[What's the difference between this and a human-shaped blood pack? It replenishes spiritual energy anytime, anywhere.]

The maid cried out to stop him, but Changxi held her firmly in place, preventing her from moving.

"You think you can live by killing us? What a joke!" Knowing there was no escape, the maid cried out in despair, "His Grace the Duke will drain your blood; none of you will escape! None of you will escape!"

Chang Xi frowned and touched his ear.

"It's so noisy!"

Chang Xi extended the Demon-Slaying Sword and plunged it directly into the maid's body. The maid was enveloped in the golden light of the sword, and her body turned to ashes inch by inch.

A gentle evening breeze blew, and it drifted away with the wind.

"Where do we go next?" Huo Dongjun asked her.

Chang Xi thought for a moment and said, "I remember there's an art studio on the third floor. Let's go take a look."

Chang Xi and the others entered the painting studio.

"These paintings look bloody and eerie, making people feel uneasy," Gu Qingfeng muttered to himself, gazing at the paintings hanging on the wall.

"Look here," Huo Dongjun said, picking up a painting from the corner.

"These paintings seem a bit different from the others," Chang Xi said, taking the paintings and comparing them with the ones on the side. "The techniques suggest they were done by the same person, but the paintings are all different in age, with at least a hundred years between them."

"If it's the same person, who could live this long?" Lu Wenli asked. "A vampire?"

These paintings look disjointed.

[Is there anyone in the live stream who knows about oil painting? Could you explain it to me?]

[The style in Huo Dongjun's hands is fresh and vibrant, while the darkness on the wall is oppressive; the styles are very disjointed.]

"What caused such a drastic change in a person's painting style?" Chang Xi asked, as if asking himself or others. A gust of wind blew through the studio, lifting several sketches.

"Let's go," Chang Xi said, taking one of the drawings with her. As she left, she glanced back at the closed window.

Chang Xi was not sleeping; he was resting with his eyes closed.

There seems to be someone by the window!

"Sis, someone's here!"

Chang Xi opened his eyes, looked out the window, and said, "You're the owner of the castle? Have you come to attack me?"

A woman dressed in a 15th-century court dress stood by the window. Her face was obscured, but one could vaguely make out her pale and slender hands, which were folded over her lower abdomen.

The woman didn't answer her question, and then disappeared again in the next instant.

Lu Wenli and the other two had been awake for a while, but none of them dared to open their eyes. They only sat up after the woman left. "You scared me to death!"

"Is that the owner of the castle?" Huo Dongjun asked.

"Probably." Chang Xi frowned and looked towards the door. "Friends, listen up, they're here."

Who's here?

No one pushed the door; it opened by itself.

Chang Xi and the others walked out of the room. At both ends of the corridor stood the servants of the castle, but there was no butler or master.

These vampires are all of a high level; they don't seem like servants, but are as skilled as soldiers or guards.

"Within lies thunder and lightning, the Thunder God conceals his name, his wisdom penetrates to the core, the five elements surge, and golden light swiftly appears!"

Chang Xi brought his index and middle fingers together, and as soon as he finished reciting the incantation, golden light suddenly appeared.

The vampire was so startled by the blinding golden light that he retreated repeatedly.