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Chapter 134 This Blood Donation Isn't So Serious

Two completely different atmospheres began to brew within the territory: on one side, the men were desperately trying to show off; on the other side, the women were driven by jealousy.

The zombie girls witnessed this irreconcilable conflict.

Although their presence might disrupt the harmony of the territory, for the sake of survival, these villagers still need to "put up with it" for the time being.

As the maids' superior, the long-haired, black-haired, mature woman, Elena, gracefully bowed.

"Greetings, fellow villagers. I am Elena, the Queen's head maid."

"Since we need to drink blood, we hope you can select 50 men."

"Anyone who voluntarily donates blood can receive a bag of flour and a bucket of soybean oil."

"Everyone is welcome to sign up."

Fifty zombie girls stood in two rows, dazzling like contestants in a talent show.

Many men, looking at these beautiful women, subconsciously began to swallow their saliva.

However, the thought that these seemingly beautiful women would suck blood made them all hesitate.

"Hey! Why do you think they drink blood? Are they some kind of vampires?"

Seeing his uncle asking questions, he turned to his companion beside him, hoping to get some answers.

"A vampire? Doesn't look like one; it's early morning."

"Have you ever seen a vampire dare to come out during the day? They'd all be turned to ash by the sun long ago."

"I guess it's some other kind of vampire race."

The crowd speculated wildly, and everyone remained in a wait-and-see attitude.

Although the beautiful woman's invitation was tempting, no one dared to be the first to step forward.

Just as the situation was becoming increasingly deadlocked, the second-in-command, Hawkeye, and Gandalf stepped forward at the same time.

They stared at each other, both looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Cough cough, Hawkeye, Gandalf, what are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of being drained dry?"

The arrogant second-in-command used a wooden comb to smooth his hair and preemptively asked the question.

Hawkeye, who had been rebuffed, sneered: "Boss, shouldn't we be asking you that?"

"You just ran away like you were fleeing, how dare you show your face again now?"

"Aren't you the one who's afraid of being drained dry?"

When his subordinates retorted, the second-in-command paused in his combing, and then explained with great righteousness, "Hmph~, what do you know? As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Since I've already been drained of blood several times, why would I be afraid of a single zombie girl sucking my blood?"

"Even if she takes a lot more, it's still not as much as I have red pills!"

He patted the storage ring on his hand, his face full of confidence.

Hawkeye watched the second-in-command's actions and also raised his left hand.

"Boss, don't think you're the only one with one. I, Hawkeye, have a storage ring now too."

"It's just red and blue medicine, I have plenty of those too."

"Whether she's a zombie girl or a vampire, I'm going to see what they're made of."

The two, who were initially at odds, quickly reached a consensus and both turned their gazes toward Gandalf.

He questioned in a harsh tone, "Brother, not that I'm criticizing you, but you're so old, is it really necessary for you to get involved?"

"If you're not careful with these beauties, you might be resurrected prematurely."

"Take my advice, brother. If you can't handle blood donation, leave it to us young people."

The second-in-command tried to persuade him earnestly, but was only met with a glare from Gandalf.

"Young man, so what if I'm old?"

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'Old age is no excuse for weakness'?"

"Don't even mention that I'm seventy or eighty years old. Even if I'm over a hundred, I'll still contribute to the territory."

"If donating blood can save these lost zombie girls, then I will do my duty without hesitation."

He looked righteous and awe-inspiring, and at the same time, he showed off the storage ring on his hand, leaving Hawkeye and the second-in-command speechless.

Unable to contain himself, he burst out cursing, "Pah! He's just an old lecher. If he's lustful, he's lustful, why does he need to make excuses?"

"It's utterly shameless."

"Yes, sir, he's a disgrace to the Gandalf archetype. That old man Gandalf was such an upright man."

"That's the Maiar, who travels everywhere to save the world; she's someone everyone admires."

The two men's back-and-forth banter infuriated Gandalf, who glared and puffed out his beard.

He stomped his staff hard and began his soul-searching interrogation: "You all keep talking about me, aren't you all lecherous men?"

"He's been drained dry multiple times, yet he still wants to be drained of blood. He's hopeless, the ultimate simp."

"The other one can't even see things clearly, doesn't know if it's a beautiful woman, and still wants to get involved. Aren't you afraid the one sucking your blood is blind?"

"Then your innocence will be gone."

Gandalf's stern rebuttal left the second-in-command and his men speechless with embarrassment.

After a brief silence, the consensus that was originally between the two became that of the three.

They lined up as if nothing had happened.

The villagers were secretly astonished by this shameless act.

As expected, when it comes to shamelessness, it has to be these high-ranking members.

Head maid Elena looked at the second-in-command who walked up to her and asked with a smile, "Lord Wu Di, thank you for your blood donation."

"Please choose a type you like from among my sisters; she will suck blood very gently."

The somewhat flustered second-in-command rubbed his hands together. He didn't even look at the other maids; he just stared intently at Elena.

Steam rose from his increasingly red face, clearly indicating that he was a naive man who only knew how to talk a good game.

"Um, can I choose you?"

Wu Di's voice was barely audible, but Elena, with her keen hearing, still heard it.

A charming smile curved her lips, and she nodded with eyes as clear as autumn water.

"Of course, Lord Wu Di."

"It is my honor to drink your blood."

Elena reached out and hooked her arm around the second-in-command's chin, leaning closer and closer, hinting, "What do you want me to do, sir? You can ask me anything~."

Feeling a fragrant breeze waft by, Wu Di's thoughts took flight.

He glanced at the demon pill subconsciously, feeling that it was too vulgar and would lower his image in the eyes of the beautiful woman.

So, in order to maintain his expert demeanor, he simply pulled down his collar, exposing his neck.

"Miss Elena, this will do."

Seeing that the second-in-command was so pragmatic and did not make any excessive demands.

The head maid naturally had no reason to refuse. She slowly approached the neck, opened her small mouth with four sharp teeth, and gently bit down.

"Ugh~!!!"

"So comfortable~."

The second-in-command groaned as he felt his blood rapidly draining away.

An indescribable feeling filled his mind, causing his eyes to roll back, saliva to trickle from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body to tremble slightly.

The onlookers in the distance were filled with curiosity upon seeing this scene.

Is this what they call vampireism? It doesn't look that scary, it's actually a bit erotic?

As their minds gradually became more active, their initial resistance slowly began to subside.

When the head maid released the second-in-command, a glistening thread flashed through her open mouth, causing onlookers to swallow hard.

"Lord Wu Di, it's over."

Elena wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and gently stroked the second-in-command's face.

This brought Wu Di, who had been in a daze, back to his senses. He shook his slightly dizzy head and felt a wave of anemia.

To prevent himself from fainting, he quickly took out a bottle of red medicine and drank it.

As the red medicine was ingested, the previously lost blood and the wound on the neck were quickly replenished.

Soon the second-in-command became energetic again.

He shook his somewhat heavy head, and a smile appeared on his face as well.

"Just as I thought, this red medicine is indeed a divine artifact."

"Drinking this will help if you lose blood; it's better than any tonic soup."

The increasingly excited second-in-command looked at the remaining 49 zombie girls and suddenly had a wicked idea. "Um, Miss Elena."

"Look, none of the other villagers are willing to donate blood, so why don't I, being the capable one, do more to help your sisters escape this misery?"

"Anyway, I have plenty of red medicine. Let alone 50 of you sisters, I can handle 500 of them."

"What do you think?"

His suggestion left Elena completely stunned.

If possible, they would certainly choose to suck the blood of handsome men, but as it turns out, those who try to have their cake and eat it too usually don't live long.

For example, the current second-in-command had just made some boastful remarks when he was met with a merciless kick from Hawkeye and Gandalf.

The two exerted their strength simultaneously, kicking Wu Di away.

"Pah! This shameless guy actually wants to monopolize so many beauties, doesn't he fear being struck by lightning?"

"After he was expelled from the bandits, he was no longer our leader."

Hawkeye angrily rolled up his sleeves and spat hard on the ground.

He stared at the head maid with a very intelligent look in his eyes and asked, "Miss Elena, it's my turn next."

"I'm not picky, just find me anyone."

Elena, letting out a long sigh of relief, waved to the maids.

Soon, a mature maid with a strong sense of reason came out.

She looked at the eagle-eyed man in front of her, who was trying hard to focus his pupils, and couldn't help but smile.

"Lord Hawkeye, please choose your location."

Hawkeye, who had been waiting for these words, sharpened his gaze, turned around with a serious expression, and stuck out his nose.