My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

Lin Mo nodded and tried to transfer his strength to Ye Zimo by holding her hand.

Ye Zimo felt a powerful demonic energy surge into her body, a feeling as if she had drunk a large amount of fresh human blood, which was very satisfying!

Her listless spirits instantly lifted, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

you can!

Redemption Rose has truly been fully activated by Lin Mo, and is now able to store power and transfer it to another person.

This means that Lin Mo's fusion with the Redemption Rose has increased again, and he can now use it directly as a sacred artifact.

Ye Zimo's power was restored to 50%, and she was no longer afraid of Hong Ye's second clone, the Red Dragon.

Red Lord has fulfilled his promise, and his record in the Lich's address book has disappeared.

Its limp body revealed a wicked grin: "Young man, you're finished!"

Then, it prepares to summon its second clone.

Then it saw Lin Mo separate its skin, bleed it again, and draw totems and chant incantations on the blank page once more.

Red Master rolled his eyes, fainted, then gave up resisting and disappeared.

Lin Mo put away the Lich Contacts with satisfaction, a smile playing on his lips.

"Looks like you're finished."

He put a glass bottle filled with Red Master's blood into his backpack, intending to use it against Red Master should he resist.

With this method, Lin Mo felt that being a wizard was simply amazing, and he was completely unafraid of being harmed by monsters.

Well, the prerequisite is that you have to be as lucky as yourself and have a reliable ancestor who left behind such a legacy.

Thinking of his ancestors, Lin Mo looked at Ye Zimo again.

She's so beautiful and outstanding, I wonder if our ancestors ever pursued her?

Ye Zimo seemed to see through his thoughts and said calmly, "Your ancestors were already married before they met me. They were very much in love, so you don't need to overthink it."

No, I didn't.

Lin Mo immediately denied it, then held his girlfriend's hand even tighter, not wanting to let go.

Ye Zimo's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and she felt a warm feeling in her heart.

"This is not over yet."

Nine-Tailed Fox reminded them, "Right now, most people are probably still in a state of panic."

Lin Mo nodded: "What should we do?"

He's good at exorcising demons, but appeasing the masses is not his forte.

"I come."

As Ye Zimo spoke, she flashed and, with Lin Mo in tow, the two of them quickly leaped over various buildings and appeared at the broadcasting station.

Her eyes turned blood red, deep and unfathomable, directly hypnotizing the staff inside, and she walked to the broadcasting center.

She sat in the announcer's seat, patted the microphone, and after finding no problems, said softly.

"Dear tourists and staff, you were just having a dream. Everything is fine and normal. Nothing happened. It's getting late, and you all want to go home and rest. Please leave now."

Her soft voice traveled through the broadcast to everyone's ears.

As if by magic, everyone's gaze froze for a moment, and then they all started yawning.

"It's getting so late, shall we go back and rest?"

"Yes, the fireworks display was really beautiful. Now that it's over, we should go."

"The amusement park's power is off, let's go, let's go."

The tourists left in small groups, completely forgetting what had just happened.

Lin Xuan looked at Xiao Ju curiously: "Where's your brother?"

"I can't remember either. I think I was with the young lady. Let's wait for them to arrive and then go back."

As Xiaoju spoke, she stretched and realized that she hadn't slept well last night.

Inside the broadcasting station, Lin Mo held Xueqiu and quietly watched Ye Zimo finish doing all of this, and all the staff members left one after another.

"I've been working this late tonight."

"I'm so sleepy, I have to go back, the child is looking for his mother."

...

They left in twos and threes.

The voltage at the amusement park has been restored, and the streetlights on both sides are gradually turning on.

It was as if it were all a dream; no one remembered what had just happened, so there was no panic.

Ye Zimo slowly exhaled, stood up, and said, "The hypnosis is quite effective."

"How long can it last?"

The power to hypnotize hundreds of people with just a sound made Nine-Tails feel both a little wary and a little curious.

"If no one provokes them, they should be able to keep going like this."

Ye Zimo said calmly.

Will it affect their lives?

Lin Mo asked with some concern.

Ye Zimo shook her head: "It will only make them think that everything today is normal and will not affect their future lives."

Lin Mo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and left the radio station with her.

"Next, we need to help Cola find her father."

Lin Mo said with a serious expression.

Ye Zimo remained expressionless, her words devoid of any emotion: "They've probably already left the amusement park."

"If we chase after them now, we should be able to catch up."

Lin Mo said he was very confident in his speed.

"Do you know how to catch up with him?"

Nine-Tailed Fox raised its cat head and looked at him suspiciously.

Lin Mo thought about it carefully for a while: "Let's try to find it through Coke."

Like everyone else, Cola was hypnotized, causing him to forget his previous experience of being turned into a fish. He only remembered coming to the hot spring with his father.

Meanwhile, his father was sitting in his private car on his way home, a car he had booked through a ride-sharing app.

Holding such a large piece of gold, he dared not take a bus or public transportation. He was under immense pressure, constantly feeling that someone wanted to harm him and steal the gold statue.

The golden figure was completely wrapped up, wearing a mask, hat, hoodie, and a towel.

"Your child is so quiet."

The driver, bored on the journey, struck up a conversation with him.

He glanced warily at the driver, hugged the golden statue tighter, and said.

"He's been very quiet, but he's not feeling well today, so please drive faster, Master."

"Hey, my speed is definitely faster than your bus ride. I'm in a hurry to get home too. Let me tell you, my wife is waiting for me at home. She urges me to come home every day, but I'm a grown man, I have to drive a truck to earn money."

The driver pursed his lips, put his hands on the steering wheel, and continued rambling on.

"My son is the same age as your son. Um, this is a son of yours, right?"

"Ah."

The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and he spoke with a heavy nasal tone.

The driver continued, "When he was four years old, he was very expensive. I had to send him to kindergarten and enroll him in extracurricular classes. How could I make money if I didn't drive? Fortunately, my son is obedient and sensible. Now he can recite poems. Hahaha, no matter how late I get home, he waits for me and insists on reciting poems for me. You don't know how well-behaved he is when he recites poems."

The driver's face beamed with a happy smile.

Chapter 147 A Happy Family

"I told him that children shouldn't stay up late, because staying up late will stunt their growth."

"Haha, I've scared him a few times, but he just doesn't learn his lesson."

"He inherited my genes; he's adorably talkative. He's in an extracurricular class and even won a gold microphone. You know what a gold microphone is, right? It's from the Little Host Competition."

"Haha, no matter how hard or tiring it is, seeing him when I get home makes it all worthwhile. What do parents do with all their lives to earn money? Isn't it to give their children a bright future?"

The driver continued talking to himself, completely ignoring whether the middle-aged man was paying attention to him.

"I just hope to earn money to buy a big house so he can have a playroom. He's so envious when he sees other kids in kindergarten with theirs."

"Last time, on my birthday, my son even made me a handmade greeting card and praised me as the best dad in the world."

The middle-aged man's eyes welled up with tears as he recalled his son, Cola, who was also a well-behaved and obedient child.

Their kindergarten also held a host competition, and Cola brought back a golden microphone.

Back then, they even pulled me along, wanting a reward.

The driver continued, "My wife gave birth to twins again this year, haha, my son has a younger brother and sister now."

When the middle-aged man heard these words, a sense of fear inexplicably arose in his heart.

Through the rearview mirror, the middle-aged man saw the driver's raised face, a face almost identical to his own, with a strange and sinister expression.

"My son, Cola, is a very obedient child."

The driver said this, and his voice changed to that of a middle-aged man.

Inside the private car, a middle-aged man let out a piercing scream.

...

Lin Mo and Ye Zimo tracked the scent all the way to the riverbank, but then they could no longer smell the middle-aged man.