Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 884: Worry-Free, Three Lives (12)

Zhong Luoyue had been cautiously hiding behind Luo Qiu, fully focused on observing the girl who appeared in the confinement room. When she saw the girl lift her head and reveal the striking vampire fangs, she instinctively tightened her grip on the lipstick ceramic pistol.

Perhaps it was useless, as she had already tested this on Lady Eve... it was merely a conditioned reflex.

However, this obviously hostile action instantly provoked Elizabeth.

Crouching with her knees hugged to her chest, she suddenly released her hands, leaned forward, opened her mouth, and let out a sound that resembled a roar.

Seeing this, Luo Qiu said, “Do you really want to drink blood?”

Zhong Luoyue heard the question and thought… does this guy not understand the situation? This girl was clearly in a very unstable state; she probably couldn’t process any words, and any stimulus could cause her to go into a frenzy.

At the same time, Zhong Luoyue found herself regretting her hostile actions, but it was already too late to back down.

However, it seemed Elizabeth heard the words, as her fierce gaze suddenly shifted from Zhong Luoyue to Luo Qiu beneath her white brows.

In an instant, she lunged at Luo Qiu, pushing him to the ground.

Elizabeth straddled Luo Qiu’s abdomen, sitting on his body, her black dress cascading down like a blooming black lotus, while her hands grasped his neck.She opened her fang-filled mouth again and again.

In that moment, Zhong Luoyue planned to shoot... it was also an instinctive reaction. However, at that moment, her hand seemed to be swatted by something; the force wasn’t strong, but it knocked the lipstick ceramic pistol from her grasp.

Zhong Luoyue’s heart sank, but she saw Luo Qiu lying on the ground slightly raising his palm, seemingly signaling her not to move.

Luo Qiu continued to look at Elizabeth, his expression devoid of fear or struggle, remaining calm. Zhong Luoyue suddenly felt that her self-control skills were quite immature compared to his.

Luo Qiu slowly spoke to Elizabeth, who was about to do something to him: “Since you want to drink blood, why hesitate? I’m not resisting at all.”

Elizabeth’s body lowered slightly, her hair, white as a waterfall, fell around Luo Qiu’s face. Her lips trembled, caught between a state of closing and opening, unable to control themselves.

Her eyelashes also quivered violently, her blood-red pupils flickering between clarity and muddiness.

“What are you thinking about?” Luo Qiu still looked into her eyes.

Elizabeth suddenly let out an incoherent low moan.

“Even if you’re squeezing my neck, you’re not using much strength. Why?”

“I... I can’t…”

At that moment, her gaze was clear, but she couldn’t control her body; her fangs were nearly touching the skin on Luo Qiu’s neck. “I... I can’t…”

“Why not?” Luo Qiu didn’t move.

“Grandpa... will be... disappointed. My mother will... be disappointed... Night will be disappointed... I can’t... let them... down... their hopes…”

But her fangs were already pressed against Luo Qiu’s skin, applying slight pressure, and she seemed to be making a final struggle.

Luo Qiu then softly said, “So, are you only doing this to meet Aamon’s expectations? Or is there something else?”

Her gaze became clearer at that moment. “I don’t know... I really don’t know... I just really want... really want... really want! I’m sorry, I really want the taste of fresh blood…”

Finally, she bit into Luo Qiu’s neck with force… like a child who had just tasted forbidden fruit, Elizabeth’s nearly snow-white body flushed with excitement.

Her breathing became rapid, and her entire body felt sensitive; she began to squeeze her legs tightly around Luo Qiu’s waist.

In an instant, she experienced an unprecedented feeling of satisfaction.

“Don’t drink too much, or your body won’t handle it,” Luo Qiu’s voice remained calm... as if he wasn’t the one being drained.

Elizabeth suddenly opened her eyes wide, pulling her fangs from Luo Qiu’s neck... the moment she tasted real human blood, the restless vampire blood within her astonishingly calmed down.

She even… felt a strange illusion that now, she could freely control the vampire power inside her… not just an illusion; she truly felt able to manage this frenzy well.

Elizabeth sat up, lowering her gaze, looking at the person from whom she had truly drunk blood for the first time, instinctively reaching to touch her lips and fangs.

“This is... the taste of blood,” Elizabeth murmured to herself.

This was real blood from a living person, not the pure blood provided by the thirteen clans... pure blood was collected from farmed humans. Pure blood was cold… unlike the blood of a living person.

Warm and tinged with life, when it stained her lips, it felt like a kiss, making it… unforgettable for a vampire.

At that moment, her thoughts were incredibly clear, as if breaking free from a cage, her mind was set free. She felt better than ever, as if… at this moment, she was truly alive.

Or rather, true to herself.

“Why did you…” Elizabeth looked at the person from whom she had first tasted blood… she didn’t even know his name.

“It seems you’re doing pretty well now,” Luo Qiu smiled and said, “But before this, can you get off me? Sitting on a man like this doesn’t seem very ladylike.”

Elizabeth was taken aback; it wasn’t until he mentioned it that she became aware of the heightened sensitivity of her touch, amplifying the unusual sensations where their bodies made contact.

Even the air felt intensely vivid against her skin, and soon this intimate closeness felt overwhelming… she panicked and stood up, hurriedly adjusting her dress.

At the same time, Elizabeth nervously looked at Luo Qiu, hesitantly asking, “Are... are you okay?”

Luo Qiu stood up, first brushing off the dust on his clothes, then calmly replied, “An adult donating blood, a few hundred milliliters is nothing to worry about. What you took wasn’t much. As for the injury… isn’t it already healed?”

Elizabeth glanced at Luo Qiu’s neck; the wound from her fangs had already disappeared.

Though it was her first time drinking blood, it didn’t hinder her from recalling all the knowledge she had learned about vampires.

“But I…” Elizabeth wanted to say something more, but suddenly realized an issue—he didn’t seem afraid at all.

Moreover… he was the first person to genuinely care about whether she was willing to drink blood… her true feelings…

“Your grandfather, Aamonst, is already dead,” Luo Qiu suddenly said at that moment.

Elizabeth’s face immediately turned pale—she had calmed down and even her chaotic memories were becoming clearer.

Elizabeth instinctively tightened her grip on Luo Qiu’s wrist. “My grandfather...”

Luo Qiu shook his head. “I killed him.”

Upon hearing this, Elizabeth’s eyes instantly turned red. She bared her sharp fangs at Luo Qiu, and anger caused her whole body to emit a mist of blood-red steam.

“If you want to seek revenge on me, that’s fine,” Luo Qiu said nonchalantly. “But you’re too weak; you’re far from being able to kill me. I suggest you hide for now and come back when you’re stronger.”

Elizabeth suddenly reached out to grab Luo Qiu’s chest, seizing his clothes, furious like an enraged lion.

Zhong Luoyue tensed up once again... But to her surprise, Elizabeth didn’t attack as she had imagined.

Her furious expression vanished in an instant, replaced by her biting her lip, struggling not to cry. The sight made Zhong Luoyue’s heart ache... Elizabeth looked so mournful, it was enough to move anyone.

With her delicate body, features like a person with albinism, and youthful face, she appeared fragile, as if made of snow.

“Thank you...”

She just held onto Luo Qiu’s collar, burying her face and gently sobbing. “Thank you... thank you... for letting my grandfather... let him die as a person in the end... instead of as a zombie. Thank you...”

Luo Qiu was taken aback.

In fact, Aamon hoped that Elizabeth or Luo Qiu would be willing to give Elizabeth a reason to live—at least so she could quickly recover from her grief. He didn’t mind being seen as a target for her revenge.

Though this method was a bit cliché, it was evidently the quickest way. He had no intention of making Elizabeth feel grateful towards him.

Anyway, Luo Qiu thought... After today, they probably wouldn’t have any more interactions. Whether others liked him or hated him didn’t matter.

But this child seemed quite smart, huh? Luo Qiu instinctively glanced at Zhong Luoyue, who shrugged and said, “If you want to play the villain, please make your expressions more vivid next time. At least, smirk a little? Or do you think all women are like the heroines in romance novels, easily misunderstanding with just a few words? I won’t listen, I won’t listen?”

“...” Luo Qiu blinked and could only nod... he’d pay attention next time.

It felt like if it were You Ye, she would handle this much better... Luo Qiu was used to reflecting on himself and never thought his experiences could surpass You Ye’s.

Indeed, it was beginning to feel like he was being raised to be useless.

He reached out and gently patted Elizabeth’s shoulder, but Elizabeth still tightly gripped his collar, burying her head and unwilling to let go.

Luo Qiu had no choice but to say, “Your grandfather said he hopes you can survive, as long as you can live.”

Elizabeth slowly raised her head, slightly parting her lips, seemingly wanting to say something... However, at that moment, the ground suddenly began to tremble.

The entire secret room shook, and debris fell rapidly from above.

Elizabeth’s expression hardened as she turned to look diagonally behind her, exclaiming, “There’s a very evil power emerging from underground! It’s... it’s the vampires of the high generation!”

...

...

Several minutes earlier.

Somewhere in the basement maze.

A group of guests who had lost track of each other due to the complexity of the basement maze were now huddled in a corner. In front of them were two men fighting against zombies.

Song Er and Song San.

Facing the endless horde of zombies, Song Er and Song San, who lacked the deep internal strength of Song Da, were nearly exhausted—this wasn’t because they didn’t want to leave and ignore these unrelated people, but because the congested zombies nearly filled all the exits.

“Song Da can’t have already died, right? We only just followed the marks he left to get here!” Song Er gasped.

“What are you talking about! Did you see Song Da’s corpse on the way here?” Song San quickly replied.

“Maybe Song Da has already turned into a zombie?” Song Er seemed to be a pessimist.

“In that case, we’ll have to eliminate him.” Song San said seriously, without a hint of hesitation.

But in truth, both of them understood that surviving the relentless attacks of zombies was a dubious prospect.

At that moment, something suddenly shot out from the horde of zombies.

Song Er accidentally let it hit right in front of him. He instinctively raised his hand to block it, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm!

It was a fleshy whip-like appendage that resembled both a tentacle and a tongue, with sharp biting organs on it!

It was one of those split-open, leech-like monsters!

That monster had caught up!

In an instant, Song Er did something very ruthless to himself—he quickly drew a small knife from his belt and without saying a word, sliced into the flesh on his bitten arm.

Cutting through his flesh also caused the biting tongue to recoil.

Song Er gritted his teeth, his face covered in cold sweat. Seeing this, Song San immediately took a small bottle from his pocket and poured its contents onto Song Er's arm.

It immediately let out a sizzling sound as the large wound on Song Er’s arm began to corrode.

The two men were back-to-back, and suddenly, a group of zombies was pushed away from the horde, crashing to the ground.

They saw two leech-like monsters, each sprouting eight tentacles that swept away the surrounding zombies like whips.

“Hello again, my food!”

The voices came from the mouths of both leech monsters, but there was no discord whatsoever.

The zombie army and the pesky leech monsters... Song Er and Song San exchanged glances, realizing they might really meet their end here.

“If I had known it would come to this, I wouldn’t have followed you down the mountain all those years ago. I’d rather have been a monk on the mountain,” Song Er lamented.

“Why didn’t you say you were a vegetarian when you were chasing after female stars?” Song San couldn't help but curse back.