My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

Fortunately, the bus wasn't too crowded, otherwise Ye Zimo might not have been able to resist and would have just grabbed a blood bag and taken a sip.

"How much longer?"

Xiaoju looked out the window curiously. It was her first time here. The fresh country air drifted into her nose with the airflow, and the smell was a mixture of cow dung and grass.

Xiaoju took out a comic book from her bosom, compared it with the scenery outside, and sighed.

"It's still different."

You'll have to go to Japan to see the exact same one.

Lin Mo smiled and shook his head. Xiao Ju was also a seasoned Japanese manga fan. Besides collecting manga books, she was also passionate about recreating manga scenes.

Lin Mo quickly found the location of his old home based on the route in his memory. After getting off the bus, he took a taxi and managed to get them to a location 1000 meters away from Lin Mo's former residence.

"My car can't go up the remaining paths, you'll have to walk them yourselves."

The taxi driver said, looking apologetically at Xiaoju and Ye Zimo.

He'd been driving for decades and this was the first time he'd encountered such a lovely young girl. The other one, though he couldn't see her face clearly, seemed to have a very elegant air about her.

"Thank you." Lin Mo, who had been ignored by him, paid the bill, took his luggage from the trunk, and the three of them continued on their way.

All that meets the eye is green mountains and clear waters, with the sunset glow and lone wild geese flying together, and the autumn waters blending seamlessly with the sky.

Because it's so remote, not many outsiders know about this place, so its original style is still quite well preserved. However, the road surface is slippery, leaving muddy footprints with every step, which is obviously due to the recent typhoon and the continuous autumn rains.

A rusty road sign was stuck in the path, with a left arrow drawn on it, and the words "500 meters ahead of Taoyuan Village, beware of mudslides" were written on it.

Chapter 62 Fulfilling the Agreement

After navigating through the muddy, winding path, Lin Mo finally saw the familiar yet unfamiliar old house.

This is an old two-story house with most of the roof tiles missing, making it look like a haunted house that kids used to love to explore.

Lin Mo rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. After all, he hadn't been back for so many years, it was normal to mistake one's own home for another.

He remembered that there was an old man guarding the house in his hometown. Lin Mo had always thought he was a human, but in reality, he was a monster.

Lin Mo couldn't quite remember what the monster's name was.

"Someone arrived first."

Following Ye Zimo's gaze, Lin Mo saw two people standing on the roof of the old house.

A tall, unfamiliar woman, and the old man who guarded the house in my memory—no, an old demon.

The strange woman was at least 1.76 meters tall and wore a black witch's robe, a type of robe that Lin Mo often saw in various comics, so it was quite familiar to him.

She wore many colorful accessories on her head, and her fair cheeks were painted with red paint. Her eyes were round and big, staring intently at the old man on the roof.

"Since your time is almost up, I don't need to take any further action. Hand over the items, and I might spare your life."

"Don't even think about it. Even if it means death, I will keep my promise and wait for him to return and inherit the old wizard's mantle."

The conversation between the two made Lin Mo so embarrassed that he could dig out a whole room and two living rooms for it, but that's reality!

Lin Mo has indeed returned to inherit the old wizard's mantle, at least to learn how to create the Ring of Light.

He was only 5 years old at the time. He summoned the monster as a joke and asked it to guard the old house and wait for him to return. And it actually did.

The nearby houses were demolished long ago, and I heard that this land has been designated for forest park renovation and planted with trees.

They were the only holdouts, standing tall in this lush forest.

The strange witch chanted an obscure incantation, and special golden runes lit up her body. The golden runes soared into the sky, constantly enlarging, like parts of a written word, recombining according to some rules and power to form a circular rune.

A massive, jet-black hand extended from the center of the talisman. Wherever the hand went, it was devastating, cleaving a forest in two. It seemed to be a way of demonstrating its power and giving its opponents the psychological suggestion to surrender without a fight.

"The Witch's Hand".

Ye Zimo frowned. This was troublesome. Why did she have to run into the Jiang family at a time like this?

"Is it that impressive?"

Lin Mo swallowed hard, instinctively feeling a sense of oppression.

"She is a descendant of the Jiang family and has a contractual relationship with the Xiang family. The Witch's Hand once wiped out an army of 30 in an instant. Although it has been weakened a lot by the time it was passed down to her generation, it is still a troublesome thing. Even an adult, excellent vampire cannot resist the power of the Witch's Hand."

Ye Zimo explained.

At this moment, the witch grabbed the white-haired old demon, and a silver trident appeared in the old demon's hand. The trident emitted a cold light, which turned into water, enveloping the old demon layer by layer.

The giant hand broke through the water's defenses and directly gripped the old demon's body. The old demon's face turned pale, and the trident could no longer exert any force.

"You've already lost. If you don't hand over the Lich's Communication Book, then we'll just destroy you."

The witch spoke calmly, and the giant hand began to exert force, causing the old demon to scream in agony.

How does she know about the Lich's Communications? Is she a distant relative?

Lin Mo shook his head, putting aside his wild thoughts, and leaped into the air, instantly closing the distance of several hundred meters.

In any case, we cannot watch the old demon perish.

Lin Mo wanted to try to absorb the power of the witch's hand, but the test result was that he could not.

He had just touched the witch's hand when he was thrown back by a tremendous force. Lin Mo tumbled in the air, dissipated the force, and landed on the roof to regain his balance.

The witch's hand was indeed powerful, leaving a long, bloody gash on Lin Mo's chest, resembling a sword wound.

Lin Mo's gaze fell on the witch. He saw her kick her legs and transform into a blur, appearing in front of her and swinging her fist.

The witch immediately raised her hand to block, bent her long left leg, and delivered a flying kick to Lin Mo's abdomen.

Lin Mo ducked back to dodge the attack, then crouched down and swept his leg out, knocking the witch down. She lost her balance and fell off the roof.

Just as they were about to land, the witch's hand released the old man and caught the witch.

The witch steadied herself and stood on the giant witch's hand, the cold wind blowing her black robes and long black hair.

She looked at Lin Mo coldly: "Vampire? No, this aura is human."

Lin Mo helped the old demon, who had collapsed on the roof, to his feet. "Are you alright?"

"Young man? You're back."

The old demon rubbed his eyes, afraid he was seeing things, but this aura wouldn't lie.

Monsters often recognize acquaintances by their aura, so their eyes are actually just decorations. To prevent his eyes from getting in the way, the old monster took off his own eyes, carefully sniffed Lin Mo with his nose, and then put his eyes back in their sockets, tears of emotion flowing from his eyes.

"I was so moved that I started crying without even realizing it."

You weren't crying at all; the blood you shed was from gouging out your own eyes!

Lin Mo was internally screaming in despair.

The old demon coughed twice, took out the "Lich's Communication Book" from his pocket, and handed it to Lin Mo.

"Young man, Yaksha's time is coming to an end. I've finally waited for you before I die. My promise to you has been fulfilled."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old demon's body turned into specks of starlight and began to dissipate.

Before Lin Mo could even express his feelings, he saw him touch his wrinkled skin, then tear it off to reveal smooth, blue skin. "To avoid being demolished, Yaksha has been disguising himself for so many years."

The slight sadness that Lin Mo had just begun to cultivate was shattered by his action.

The witch's eyes lit up when she saw the "Lich's Communication Book" in Lin Mo's hand. She opened her mouth, and Lin Mo thought she was going to say something like, "I've searched high and low, but it's right here."

But what she was actually saying was a string of incantations.

The villain dies from talking too much, and the witch, knowing this well, immediately cast a series of binding spells.

Some claws resembling human hands extended from the roof, but they only had three fingers and a pair of short legs. They quickly climbed onto Lin Mo's body, and the fingers connected to form a dense net, directly binding Lin Mo, like a bizarre work of art with a thousand hands.

Xiaoju put down her suitcase, clenched her little fists, and prepared to let the witch taste Xiaoju's iron fist.

Ye Zimo grabbed her arm: "You're no match for her, see."

Even though Chrysanthemum possesses superhuman strength, she is just an ordinary person to the witch.

Xiaoju pouted: "My benefactor, aren't you going to save me?"

"Trust him."

Ye Zimo's tone was indifferent, but her eyes were firm.

Xiaoju nodded emphatically; indeed, her benefactor's condition had been improving recently.

Chapter 63 The Witch Remains Calm

Individually, Lin Mo's speed and strength are both superior to the witch's.

However, he cannot use any witchcraft, and all the power he gains is external, making it difficult for him to manipulate.

Compared to the witch who was skilled in using the [Witch's Hand], Lin Mo was suppressed at almost every turn and was completely dominated.

"Young Miss, it seems our benefactor is dying."

Xiaoju said nervously.

“Look closely, although Lin Mo has been on the defensive, his condition has not declined at all. Even the Witch's Hand cannot kill him. Witches are different. Each spell requires the consumption of witch power, especially maintaining a powerful spell like the Witch's Hand, which requires even more power. If this battle drags on, Lin Mo will definitely win.”

Ye Zimo was very confident because the sacred artifact within Lin Mo's body possessed the quality of immortality, which also enhanced Lin Mo's physique, making it impossible for any powerful attack to truly harm his essence.

However, even so, Lin Mo was still hammered into a bloody mess by the [Witch's Hand].

"Still not dead?"

The witch frowned slightly.

Logically, even a centuries-old demon like Yaksha wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow from the [Witch's Hand], yet this young man with some vampire-like physique actually withstood dozens of attacks and is still alive!

The witch began to doubt her own worldview.

Since birth, she has possessed the best talent in her family and was trained to be the next great witch to make a pact with the vampires. Although her ambitions lie elsewhere, she has never suffered a defeat.

Whether it was witchcraft competitions, exorcising demons, or creating artifacts, she had never lost to any of her peers. At the age of 26, she had already reached the pinnacle of witches in this era.

Even among the Xiang clan, a vampire family with a contractual relationship, vampires under 500 years old are no match for her.

The boy in front of me is clearly a human, and he looks younger than me, so why is he so hard to kill?

The witch has a phrase she's unsure whether to say or not.