My health recovery is incredibly fast.

"We command you to preserve the blood of Upharis and use your remaining strength to expel the rest of the blood from your body."

“You must do this, Uzimers.”

"Otherwise, just lie in the tin box."

The unfamiliar voices changed; the dozen or so voices that had been mixed together suddenly became clearly separated. A dozen or so people of different genders, ages, and speaking styles shouted in unison:

"Remember! Preserve Ulfaris's blood! Only his!"

Xia Zuo felt as if his head had been hit by a hammer. A dozen people were shouting loudly in his ear, which caught him off guard and made him dizzy for a moment.

Fortunately, the other team members were focused on eliminating the toxins and did not notice his unusual behavior.

Xia Zuo took a deep breath, using the scent of the disinfectant mist to calm the turmoil in his heart.

There were no more unfamiliar voices in my ears.

Xia Zuo thought for a moment and then turned off [Bloodline Sense] to prevent unfamiliar voices from interfering with his normal work like a hallucination.

In just two minutes, a whole host of questions had popped into his head.

Whose unfamiliar voice is this?

Why does it sound like a dozen people are talking at once?

What is the principle behind this bloodline-based magic?

Who is Ulfaris?

Why only his blood was preserved?

And...wasn't the Transformer destroyed? How can it still excrete blood?

These kinds of questions occupied most of my mind.

Xia Zuo rubbed his temples and put them aside for the time being.

About half an hour later.

Xia Zuo used his poison sense to scan the entire restaurant until all remaining toxins were eliminated before getting into the car with Deng Ke.

The 15th Avenue Police Department, which is located nearby, is handling the follow-up matters.

Like.

Investigate the relationship between restaurant owners and converts.

The reason for the breach in the abandoned pickling room.

The action team will not get involved in such trivial matters.

"Lanlot, go to the Demon Hunter," Dunk said to the figure in the driver's seat.

"Okay, Captain, let's go."

Lanlot touched the glass bead on the gunstock to calm the somewhat restless Piqué. Perhaps because he had been controlled by his master to go to the sewers, the spirit pig was a little unruly.

Lanlot whistled at the glass bead, then started the car and drove smoothly through the street.

Lisa, in the passenger seat, was used to Pike's temper.

She flicked her communication ring and said, "Captain, I've spoken to the two masters. We'll arrive at their manor in ten minutes."

"Ah."

Deng Ke nodded, took out a pipe of tobacco from his pouch, smelled it, and looked at Xia Zuo.

"Each convert requires a Blood Demon to perform the conversion ritual, therefore, the convert will have the blood of a Blood Demon remaining in their body..."

Xia Zuo hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but still raised his hand to interrupt the captain's speech.

“Speak, Xia Zuo.”

"Captain, is it possible for two Blood Demons to set up a transformation ritual and create a Transformer?" Xia Zuo asked.

"From an alchemical perspective, that's possible, but..."

Deng Ke paused in his sniffing of the tobacco, and frowned.

"But there is no precedent for this; the situation you described has never occurred before."

Dunk continued, picking up where he left off:

"The Demon Hunter can use the blood remaining in the body of the Transformer to track down the Blood Demon. Dealing with the Blood Demon is the Demon Hunter's job; we just need to deliver the waste."

Having learned this information from Dim, Xia Zuo nodded and did not ask for any more details.

There's a question in his mind that only he can find the answer to:

After killing the Converter.

Did he acquire his new skills through "plunder" or through "copying"?

If the former is true, it means that Uzimus, burned to ashes, has lost his bloodline imprint and can no longer receive instructions from unfamiliar voices.

But if it's the latter...

At this moment, Uzimus's remains should be excreting the remaining blood inside the metal box placed on Dunk's lap.

To find out exactly how he acquired his special skill, we'll have to wait until we meet the Demon Hunter and open the iron box.

Xia Zuo leaned back against the sofa cushion.

On the left, Leonard is wiping his gun. Look at how meticulous he is; you can't tell how much he loves his rifle.

Captain Dunke on the right is smelling tobacco, whether he's craving a cigarette or trying to use the aroma to perk himself up, it's hard to tell.

Lisa was fiddling with the dial on her secret communication ring, a notebook lying open on her lap, where she was occasionally jotting down messages.

Xia Zuo stared blankly at the windshield, trying to recall and interpret the information revealed by the unfamiliar voice.

...

10 minute later.

Lanlot drove into a classical manor with a style reminiscent of the previous era.

Rexor and Ceres sat under the tree, drinking fruit wine and playing cards.

"Wait a minute. We're busy with important business."

Rexol waved to Dunk as he approached.

Xia Zuo glanced at the cards on the table; they were a card game called Gwent, which was just as fun as other games.

The game between the two Witcher Masters was at a stalemate.

After several minutes of back-and-forth, the match ended with Serites losing one card to the bald man.

“Master, here’s the waste from the Converted.” Dunk patted the metal box he was holding.

“Let’s go inside and talk.”

Rexor counted his Gwent cards, put them in his pocket with satisfaction, gave Ceretus a smug smile as he looked at him, whose face was stiff after losing the cards, and walked toward the stone house not far away.

The group entered the house.

Rexol kicked away the glass bottle at his feet, swept his arm across the messy table, cleared a small space, took the metal box from Dunk, placed it on the table, and opened it.

Xia Zuo stared intently at the black slag inside the box and released his detection spell.

Unfortunately, he knew too little about the Transformers and didn't get the information he wanted.

His eyes swept over the surface of the waste and the inside of the box, but he didn't see any blood seeping out.

Rexol pulled a vial of indigo alchemical powder from his potion bag and sprinkled it evenly over the slag.

Serritus was unhappy about losing Gwent, but he still did what he was told.

He used a clean wooden spoon to stir the waste residue, ensuring that the alchemical powder and waste residue were thoroughly mixed.

The waste turned from black to indigo, and the dim elemental light became much clearer.

Rexol took some of the waste and poured it into another potion bottle.

The medicine was stained indigo by the waste residue.

Three drops of pitch-black blood settled at the bottom of the bottle.

A few seconds later, a sparkling blood-red diamond sank to the bottom of the bottle.

Rexor rubbed his chin, whispered a few words to Ceretus, then clapped his hands and said to the team members:

"Good job, guys."

"This is a young convert who has just undergone the conversion ritual."

"Last night marked the first time it entered its gluttonous phase. Three unfortunate individuals perished."

"As for who the Blood Demon was who performed the transformation ritual on it..."

The bald man picked up the fine tweezers, used his steady right hand to pinch the blood-red diamond fragments, and placed them into a small, square black box. He shook the box, which made a rattling sound.

A emotionless voice came from the box, so faint it was almost inaudible:

“U, Fa, Li, Si”

“Upharis, I remember it.”

Rexor stuffed the black box into his alchemy pouch, a cold smile appearing on his face, his eyes flickering as if lost in memories.

"A blood addict from a hundred years ago has now become a blood demon spreading blood magic. It seems he's doing well in the desert and wants to come back and taste the bitterness."

Uh… the bald guy just blurted out the Blood Demon's name… isn't he afraid the other party will sense his location and come looking for him?

Xia Zuo blinked, looking at the other's shiny bald head, realizing that the Demon Hunters probably wished the monsters would come to them on their own...

He crossed his arms, rested his chin on his right hand, and stared at the waste of the transformed beings.

Rex only mentioned the name of Bloodseeker.

This explanation confirms that the methods for acquiring [Blood Sacrifice Spellcasting] and [Bloodline Affinity] involve copying a perk from a killed creature.

In other words, the Demon Hunter and his team members may have fallen into some kind of trap.

Xia Zuo frowned as he thought of this, but he had no good way to remind his companions, so he could only keep it to himself for the time being.

A dissatisfied squeal came from under Lanlot's trench coat.