Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 885: Worry-Free, Three Lives (13)

Song Er and Song San obviously couldn’t have a fierce argument over a female celebrity, otherwise, wouldn’t their decades-long brotherhood be wasted?

However, they were indeed facing each other at this moment, their faces flushed, angrily cursing at each other.

Takizawa was different from Eve; he could understand the language of China—because his family had settled in a place neighboring a great Eastern country, they inherited a lot of the dialects from this Eastern nation.

It was precisely because he could understand that Takizawa found it unbelievable that these two would argue over such trivial matters.

Takizawa’s body had long been split into two. At this moment, the two halves were almost synchronized in their movements, watching and listening to the exchange of insults between Song Er and Song San.

Just then, Song San’s arm suddenly swung, and three streaks of cold light shot out, aimed directly at one of the Takizawas' eyes!

However, these three streaks of cold light didn’t have any remarkable effect; instead, they were easily swatted to the ground by this Takizawa’s tentacles. He coldly mocked, “Idiot, do you think I’ll fall for that again?”

With a grim expression, Song San shouted, “Watch out!”

He leaped into the air, his palm swinging out forcefully, and a cloud of white mist immediately dispersed from his hand. Takizawa thought it was some special attack and swiftly sent his tentacles flying, only to find that the mist had dispersed instantly.

That little bit of white mist scattered like dust, and both Takizawas couldn't dodge in time, getting the white powder all over their bodies—especially in their exposed eyes.Ah—!

Both Takizawas let out painful cries, their bodies writhing wildly, tentacles thrashing about and sweeping away the surrounding zombies. “Ah… my eyes! My eyes!! What did you do to me?!”

“Are you an idiot? Have you never seen someone fight and use lime before?!”

“Lime! Such a low-class tactic, how can you even use it?!”

Both Takizawas were furious. After all, Song San was a peak ordinary person, a figure whose strength could easily match that of a generation’s master… yet he turned out to be someone who could throw lime! How infuriating!

“Haha, this is perfect for dealing with monsters like you!” Song San laughed, and at that moment, Song Er suddenly jumped out from Song San’s side, kicking relentlessly at one of the Takizawas without a word.

He kicked at least a dozen times in quick succession, and the last kick sent that Takizawa flying out of the horde of zombies.

However, the two did not gain any advantage because there was still another Takizawa here!

Song Er leaned closer to Song San, whispering, “Just now, I nearly exhausted all my strength with that move. I barely made this guy spit blood! This monster… even if that blind master from the village came personally, it wouldn’t be easy to deal with him.”

“Wah—!! I’m going to drain every drop of your blood!!!”

The remaining Takizawa suddenly became furious, its body swelling up and truly transforming into a gigantic leech!

A ten-meter-long giant bloodsucking leech, with tentacles as tough as steel, wildly flailed about, instantly wreaking havoc and almost causing the place to collapse.

Song Er and Song San hadn’t anticipated that this monster still had a hidden hand; it seemed completely enraged now, and they couldn’t help but feel despair.

Just at the moment when they thought, “I’m doomed,” the floor suddenly trembled, and in the next second, the massive bloodsucking leech’s body collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Song Er and Song San could only remain on guard, feeling that something was off. But before they could think too long, the enormous leech’s body suddenly exploded.

A torrent of blood shot out, as if it were raining blood.

Among the pile of the giant leech’s remains, a tall figure could be vaguely seen—taller than Song Er, probably nearly two meters high.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a shriveled corpse—a dried corpse!

At that moment, the dried corpse suddenly spread its arms, its hands claw-like, and with a powerful, phantom grasp, Song Er and Song San felt a great force pulling at their bodies. They had no choice but to brace themselves, struggling to resist.

They barely managed to hold their ground, but the ordinary guests had no such luxury. One by one, the guests were ‘grabbed’ and pulled toward the dried corpse!

The dried corpse casually seized one of the first guests to fly toward it. Amidst the terrified screams of the victim, it suddenly opened its enormous, fanged mouth and bit into the guest's neck!

In the blink of an eye, the person’s blood seemed to be completely drained… in just a few seconds, he was mercilessly tossed to the ground, eyes rolling back, devoid of life.

The dried corpse seemed indifferent to Song Er and Song San’s resistance at this moment. It reached out again and grabbed another female guest who had flown toward it, biting down without hesitation… draining her blood!

The body of the dried corpse began to gradually become ‘plump,’ with muscle and veins visibly regenerating within its bones!

Finally, after the sixth guest was completely drained of blood, the dried corpse had grown remarkably strong—like a figure stripped of human skin, leaving only muscle tissue.

Meanwhile, after the appearance of this dried corpse, the surrounding zombies seemed to have fallen into a state of fear.

They didn’t continue their movements, remaining motionless in place.

Seeing this situation, Song Er and Song San felt it was dire. They couldn’t care less about the screaming guests at this point. They directly turned to flee.

The dried corpse merely watched the fleeing backs of Song Er and Song San without intervening, instead, it continued to grab another guest and began feeding.

After the last guest was drained of blood, the dried corpse casually discarded the body to the ground… and behind it came a voice laced with respect.

“Great ancestor, is it not enough that you have so many sacrifices to awaken you?”

It was Cythacyl—and the dried corpse in front of him was evidently the bloodline ancestor of the Fernandez family that he had awakened, the most powerful and original vampire of the Fernandez family, Lord Fernandez.

“Not enough, I need more!” The voice was heavy and mechanical, as Lord Fernandez cracked open his lips, looking at Cythacyl, “More!”

Cythacyl smiled, “Lord of the Fernandez family, there’s an endless supply of food in the outside world that will surely satisfy you.”

Unexpectedly, Lord Fernandez suddenly flashed and appeared directly in front of Cythacyl, grasping Cythacyl’s neck.

Cythacyl struggled, but upon meeting Lord Fernandez's gaze, it felt as if his soul was trembling… this was the source of the blood of the vampire!

“I sense a kinship in this monster,” Lord Fernandez exclaimed angrily, “But it is so ugly! As my descendant, how can you associate with such a monster… the glory of my Fernandez family will be tarnished by you!”

Cythacyl was taken aback, feeling that this script was wrong—this shouldn’t be the case; why was the ancestor venting his anger on him?

Today was not the first time Cythacyl had gotten the script wrong!

"Mr. Luo Qiu, then there’s the incredibly powerful Tu Shenyi, followed by his ancestor... It must be a mistake, right?"

"Great ancestor, please listen to me! The one you killed, named Takizawa, is a vampire monster from the Takizawa family!" Cythacyl quickly said, "The Takizawa family is a mockery created by that terrible half-blood using secret arts! The Thirteen Clans have never recognized them as part of our vampire lineage! My relationship with Takizawa is merely one of convenience; all we want to do is research 'True Blood' to counter the Thirteen Clans!"

He nearly finished speaking in one breath, only feeling the pressure on his neck ease at this moment. Viscount Fernandez slowly released his grip, allowing Cythacyl to catch his breath.

"That half-blood?" Viscount Fernandez frowned, "No wonder... How long has this Takizawa existed? Why don't I have any memory of it?"

Cythacyl replied, "Great ancestor, you have been asleep for nearly three hundred and fifty years, while the Takizawa family was established only two hundred years ago. It’s normal that you wouldn’t know."

"Hmph!" Viscount Fernandez snorted coldly, "Such a creature created from nothing dares to call itself a family... The Thirteen Clans should eradicate these beings that corrupt the purity of the vampire lineage! Truly, we are regressing!"

In anger, Viscount Fernandez waved his hand, and a violent gust of wind swept out, instantly knocking down a large number of zombies.

Cythacyl said nothing; he knew his ancestor was obviously a fervent supporter of blood purity... However, at this moment, Viscount Fernandez suddenly turned and looked behind him.

Cythacyl felt a chill as he sensed his ancestor's action.

Because at this moment, he saw someone he had hoped to see since returning—Tu Shenyi!

Yes, Tu Shenyi was right here.

He had hidden among the many zombies, and it was only when Viscount Fernandez cleared the zombie horde that Tu Shenyi stood out in stark relief.

Still standing with his hands behind his back, he appeared so rebellious... Tu Shenyi slowly approached, casually saying, "Cythacyl, is this your trump card? The originator of the Fernandez bloodline."

"Tu Shenyi, you wouldn’t have expected this, right?"

Cythacyl laughed joyfully, "The mansion you’ve lived in for so long hides my Fernandez family’s unbeatable power deep underground!"

But Tu Shenyi shook his head and began to scrutinize Viscount Fernandez. He suddenly said, "Cythacyl, can’t you see it?"

Cythacyl was taken aback and instinctively asked, "See what?"

Tu Shenyi sighed, "Cythacyl, if it were just to deal with you few, why would I release these things and those creatures created over the years?"

Cythacyl's expression changed slightly, "Are you saying... No, how could you know?"

He instinctively glanced at his ancestor, Viscount Fernandez... and quickly dismissed that thought.

It shouldn’t be possible; Tu Shenyi could not know that the originator of the Fernandez family was still alive—none of the Thirteen Clans even knew.

But Tu Shenyi seemed unwilling to regard Cythacyl at all, merely focusing on Viscount Fernandez as he pondered aloud, "You are very powerful; I can sense the evil power radiating from you... Perhaps upon your return this time, you will soon surpass your former self and become a fourth generation. Or maybe your three hundred years of slumber were actually for this transformation."

Viscount Fernandez then laughed, "Are you the one responsible for the True Blood project that Cythacyl mentioned? Hand over the True Blood obediently, and I can grant you the Fernandez surname, making you one of my kin."

"Unfortunately, I’ve never had any True Blood," Tu Shenyi shook his head.

Viscount Fernandez coldly replied, "No one dares defy me."

Tu Shenyi sneered, "No one? How arrogant! Fernandez? Have you forgotten about the high-and-mighty Thirteen Clans? You are essentially... nothing."

"You ignorant brat, you've successfully enraged me!" Viscount Fernandez suddenly opened his huge mouth and let out a terrifying roar.

Tu Shenyi showed no fear, coldly snorting, "You still aren't a fourth generation!"

"You know nothing about power!" Viscount Fernandez flung his hand, unleashing a violent gust of energy.

The crimson energy instantly split into four streams, each aiming at Tu Shenyi from different angles. Faced with this crimson energy, Tu Shenyi showed no intention of dodging or defending.

He simply watched quietly, and at that moment, a massive shadow suddenly lunged out in front of him!

Bang—!

The four streams of crimson energy collided violently with the shadow that stood before Tu Shenyi, and in the end, neither side was harmed.

"Werewolf?"

Viscount Fernandez let out an even louder roar, aimed at this hindrance!

It was a giant humanoid wolf. It was even taller than Viscount Fernandez.

"Not just a simple werewolf... It’s a zombie werewolf!" Cythacyl panicked, "Ancestor, be careful! This guy has created numerous fusion of monsters over the years; this zombie werewolf is likely just one of his creations!"

Viscount Fernandez frowned, "Hybrid fusion, combining two incompatible species to create... This is the bloodline of the Yishel family?"

Cythacyl replied, "Tu Shenyi is indeed the last descendant of the Yishel family, the progeny of Karen Yishel. And I suspect he has even 'consumed' his predecessor!"

"To rebel against authority is punishable by death!" Viscount Fernandez's eyes radiated fierce intent, "You shameful parricide!"

"I told you, you are still not a fourth generation," Tu Shenyi waved his hand.

At that moment, two heavy sounds echoed... on either side of the first zombie werewolf, two more zombie werewolves of the same size appeared.

Their eyes were murky gray, and their bodies were a dead, faded gray... Together, they pounced toward Viscount Fernandez in an instant!