Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 886: Worry-Free, Three Lives (14)

“Wait... wait a minute, I can't run anymore.”

Song Er panted heavily, leaning on his knees as he had to stop. The series of kicks he had just executed had nearly exhausted his true energy, and the frantic run had drained his stamina completely.

Song San couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “When you’re frantically pursuing women, you don’t say you’re out of breath or anything like that…”

“Go... go, go…” Song Er weakly punched Song San once, then said, “That dry corpse shouldn’t be able to catch up, right?”

“Hard to say.” Song Er replied seriously, “He probably isn’t worried about us escaping; he just plans to drain everyone else first and leave us for last... Strange, why is this path blocked?”

Song San looked ahead and realized it wasn’t a solid wall but a pile of broken stones blocking the way. “Ah Da’s mark was in this direction, no doubt... The mark disappears here; Ah Da is likely on the other side. Oh no, could this be Ah Da who blocked the path? Isn’t that just trapping us?”

“Don’t talk nonsense; Ah Da isn’t that kind of person.” Song Er shook his head, then pressed his ear against the stone and began tapping.

He wanted to see if there were any weak spots, planning to attack them once he regained some strength to break through the blocked path.

Unexpectedly, just as his ear touched a solid stone, he suddenly heard a loud bang, and the wall of rocks exploded.

The impact knocked both Song Er and Song San to the ground. In their astonishment, they saw a hole break open in the wall of stones... and something was slowly emerging from it.It was Ah Da!

“Ah Da!” Song Er and Song San hurriedly ran forward to pull Ah Da out.

They saw that Ah Da was covered in injuries, his chest riddled with wounds from sharp objects—if he weren’t someone with such high martial skills, he would have been dead long ago.

“Ah Da, what happened to you?” Song Er rushed over and took out some powder, beginning to sprinkle it on Ah Da's wounds to stop the bleeding.

“Don’t talk; look at this!” Ah Da reached into the hole he had come from and began pulling something out.

Before long, he actually pulled out a head—it was the head of Lady Eve.

“I trapped this old hag; she was in a jar,” Ah Da gasped, feeling like the powder on his wounds was taking the last of his strength, causing him immense pain.

“If it weren’t for my cleverness in blocking both paths, preventing her from using her speed, I’d be the one lying down right now!” Ah Da said, still trembling.

Song Er and Song San naturally knew how dangerous it was to fight those bloodsucking monsters—however, for Ah Da to have managed to trap one was unexpected for them.

The three exchanged information, each knowing what had happened later, and felt genuinely happy that Song Er and Song San had repeatedly escaped death. They exclaimed, “So there’s another super dry corpse here! If I had known, I would have opened the other side!”

Yes, this way they wouldn’t have to face that dry corpse. Song Er and Song San regretted that Ah Da had taken that path but sensed something was off.

“By the way, Ah Da, do you still have the strength to break through the other side? We won’t be able to get out like this.” Song Er asked expectantly.

“I don’t even have the strength to move my fingers right now,” Ah Da shook his head.

“So?” Song San’s eyes widened.

“So, about that super dry corpse you mentioned…” Ah Da gasped.

Song Er stood up, grabbing his hair and wailing, “Eighteen years later, I’ll still be a good man! Ah Da, San, let’s be brothers in the next life... Damn it, Ah Da, you idiot! You could’ve saved some strength! You’ve doomed me this time! What do we do?!”

The other two brothers simultaneously raised their middle fingers at Song Er.

“Let’s find a place to hide,” Ah Da finally suggested helplessly. “When I first came here, I did see another passage, but I don’t know where it leads. If we run into zombies... So, what do you think? Should we take a gamble?”

“Let’s do it! Let’s fight, and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!” Song Er bit his teeth in determination.

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Even three zombie werewolves were no match for Viscount Fernandez. In fact, Viscount Fernandez had only just awakened from his slumber, and the people he had consumed weren’t enough to fully awaken his power.

Tu Shenyi focused intently on the strength of Viscount Fernandez, feeling increasingly tense. “I didn’t expect this old monster to wake up after sleeping for three hundred years and be stronger than an ordinary fifth generation. No wonder he’s the most likely candidate from the Fernandez family to break into the fourth or even third generation.”

Thinking this, Tu Shenyi’s hand flipped, and a blood-red sword with intricate patterns slowly emerged from his palm. Just as one of the werewolves embraced Viscount Fernandez, he leaped into the battle.

Cythacyl had planned to block the way, but in that instant, the previously motionless zombies suddenly sprang into action.

Their movements weren’t particularly swift, but their sheer numbers created a significant problem for Cythacyl—he couldn’t kill them all quickly.

Moreover, in such a narrow space, using widespread attacks would only injure his side.

But just as Cythacyl swept his blood whip to clear a group of zombies, he suddenly saw a figure that felt like a nightmare to him.

Luo Qiu!

Behind Luo Qiu were Zhong Luoyue and a sorrowful-looking Elizabeth.

Cythacyl instantly stiffened, unable to determine whether Luo Qiu had come looking for him or had coincidentally arrived here. After all, this dungeon maze was quite hostile to outsiders.

He remembered Luo Qiu’s powerful strength and the fear he had felt when he was powerless to resist... However, he quickly suppressed that fear because the most powerful vampire of the Fernandez family was right beside him.

Cythacyl felt that he had no reason to feel intimidated and even entertained some other ideas. His gaze became as hesitant as a venomous snake.

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“Liar, liar, still a liar.”

Zhong Luoyue thought of many curses, but the only one that came to mind and flowed smoothly was simply “liar”—of course, she cursed him in her heart.

Didn’t this guy say he would keep her safe? Would nothing happen?

What had happened ahead?

A few giant werewolf monsters and the Gambling God, Tu Shenyi, were working together to attack a creature that looked like it had been skinned and was left with only muscle tissue? And that creature appeared to be effortlessly overwhelming the Gambling God’s side, forcing them to keep dodging?

And the surrounding hordes of biting zombies!

She shouldn’t have followed this guy—despite having no better options.

“What’s with that guy’s gaze? It looks like he wants to molest children. Is he a pervert?” Zhong Luoyue couldn’t help but frown—of course, this was just the eldest lady of the Zhong family’s small retaliation against her current situation.

“Yeah, he really is a pervert.” Luo Qiu nodded directly.

Zhong Luoyue rolled her eyes, only thinking about how to escape at that moment, and had no time to chat with Luo Qiu about irrelevant matters. However, the instant Elizabeth met Cythacyl's gaze, she instinctively grabbed Luo Qiu's sleeve tightly.

"What's wrong? You seem quite scared of him," Luo Qiu asked.

Elizabeth lowered her head shyly, stuttering, "He... he used to be the one who sold me purebloods, so he had closer ties with my family."

Luo Qiu nodded thoughtfully.

But Elizabeth hurriedly added, "But, but I didn’t have much interaction with him. It was because the Thirteen Clans supplied me with very few purebloods, not enough for my use. In the face of this, my grandfather could only turn to Cythacyl. He’s a dark merchant, with channels to source purebloods... but, but we only had normal business dealings. My grandfather... he..."

In the end, Elizabeth didn't say anything further.

At this moment, Zhong Luoyue perked up her ears, straining to listen to what Elizabeth was saying.

Thirteen Clans, dark merchants... pureblood?

Just then, Cythacyl walked over leisurely.

His movements were quite stylish, dodging the zombies while attacking, easily crossing over the zombie horde and coming within just a few meters of Luo Qiu.

"My dear friend, we meet again. Have you missed me?" Cythacyl asked in a sultry voice.

Luo Qiu suddenly extended his hand, then pulled it back slightly, looking at his palm. Finally, he shook his head and muttered something incomprehensible, "Just a little bit more."

"What did you say?" Zhong Luoyue leaned closer and asked quietly, "You and this guy seem very familiar?"

"I think that would be a terrible thing," Luo Qiu quickly shook his head.

Cythacyl’s gaze shifted from Elizabeth to Zhong Luoyue, and finally settled on Luo Qiu, giving a light chuckle, "Luo Qiu, you didn’t come here to help Tu Shenyi, did you?"

"I don’t have a reason to help him at the moment," Luo Qiu shook his head. "I just plan to take Elizabeth to Mr. Aamon’s resting place, as she has the right to do so."

"Aamon, huh?" Cythacyl nodded thoughtfully. "What a pity; Aamon was quite the handsome man in his youth... a truly unforgettable presence."

"Cythacyl, please, please don’t say anymore!" Elizabeth said, her expression a bit agitated, though she still spoke politely.

"Apologies, my Elizabeth," Cythacyl smiled faintly and then said, "Luo Qiu, if you only want to go over, could you wait until we handle things here?"

"Sure," Luo Qiu nodded.

After giving a flirtatious glance, Cythacyl leaped into the horde of zombies. Zhong Luoyue finally breathed a sigh of relief because, in her view, at least Luo Qiu and this guy had come to some agreement.

But this made Zhong Luoyue even more curious about Luo Qiu’s identity... What kind of status did he have to make these vampires treat him with such deference?

And then there was Tu Shenyi... wasn’t he the Gambling God? When did he get involved with zombies and vampires?

As she pondered this, Zhong Luoyue suddenly felt a wave of sorrow. She didn’t know where this sadness came from, as if she had lost someone incredibly important in an instant.

She instinctively touched her eyes, realizing that tears had fallen without her noticing.

Just then, a zombie werewolf was punched to pieces by Viscount Fernandez—at this moment, Viscount Fernandez was no longer just a muscular figure, but had developed a pale complexion.

He appeared to be around thirty-five, with a gloomy aura, yet overall very handsome.

He slowly landed on the ground, draped in a black cloak, revealing a sinister smile. Viscount Fernandez then tilted his neck and said excitedly, "Fighting truly is the fastest way to awaken the body... Tu Shenyi, right? You and your little experiments have done quite well. Haven't you considered my proposal? I admire your talents; even though you are a fratricide, as long as you are willing to accept my blood, I can accept you."

"Talkative as ever," Tu Shenyi snorted coldly, and the patterned blood-red long sword in his hand split into two.

He wielded both swords, slightly bowing his head while gazing ahead, exuding a terrifying aura that was rapidly intensifying.

Viscount Fernandez shook his head and suddenly said, "One thing you got wrong: I am not the last hope of the Fernandez family to become a fourth-generation vampire. I have already achieved the fourth generation!"

A surge of blood energy erupted from behind Fernandez!

The constantly surging blood energy formed a pair of crimson wings.

At this moment, the zombie werewolves on either side of Tu Shenyi lunged out, while Tu Shenyi only focused on the center, leaving Viscount Fernandez with no way to dodge.

"You wouldn’t understand the power of a fourth generation," Viscount Fernandez shook his head, quickly swinging his hands toward Tu Shenyi and the two zombie werewolves, making a slashing motion in the air!

In an instant, the still-falling zombie werewolf’s body was cut into neatly severed pieces, as if sliced by a high-pressure water gun, and fell to the ground.

Tu Shenyi had raised both swords in front of him for defense, but in just a moment, his body was sent flying—several notches appeared on the blades of his patterned blood-red swords.

Viscount Fernandez leaned forward, charging out at lightning speed and grasped Tu Shenyi, who had not yet hit the ground.

His hand tightly gripped Tu Shenyi's head, lifting him up completely. As a fourth-generation vampire, Viscount Fernandez’s perception was vastly superior to Cythacyl's.

"You and Cythacyl should be of the same generation, but in my opinion, whether in battle awareness or demeanor, you are far superior to my useless offspring. I’ll give you one last chance: accept my blood and become my descendant!"

However, at that moment, Tu Shenyi suddenly let go of his swords, allowing them to fall to the ground as if he had no intention of resisting.

Viscount Fernandez suddenly snorted coldly, then tossed Tu Shenyi aside, smashing him harshly against the wall.

Tu Shenyi fell from the wall, sitting on the ground with his head down, not lifting it.

Viscount Fernandez coldly snorted, "You’re truly seeking death? Do you think you can evade my perception?"

Tu Shenyi remained completely still... Meanwhile, in the distance, Luo Qiu’s gaze began to brighten.

"You are not Tu Shenyi, who are you?" Viscount Fernandez swung his hand, and a blood-red claw mark instantly shot out.

It tore through Tu Shenyi's mask, exposing his disguise.

White hair cascaded down, revealing exquisite features—an astonishingly beautiful face, as if sculpted by the heavens, but his eyes were devoid of color, resembling those of a corpse.

"I’ve seen this woman..." Zhong Luoyue blurted out, "In Tu Shenyi's study, the woman in that painting... What’s going on?"