[The Dark Princess's Exorcism Chronicles] Complete Collection Author: Huang Jisheng

Chapter 1 It

's rare for me to go home during a holiday, but the house is completely empty. Thinking about it, it makes sense, since I'm an only child.
Unless my parents are having an affair or have a younger sibling, if there were anyone else there, I'd either be seeing things or I'm hallucinating.
Honestly, I don't have a very strong memory of my parents since I can remember. I don't know what they're up to; they rarely live in China.
Even when they do come back, they never travel together; they take turns visiting me. The
people I truly remember are my nanny, Aunt Zhang, who raised me from childhood, and my elderly housekeeper, Uncle Zhao, who is almost seventy. They took care of my daily life.
However, this might create a misconception, making people think I'm from a wealthy family.
But this is absolutely a huge misunderstanding. To be honest, I'm more like a pitiful orphan, abandoned by my parents who didn't love me, so they had to leave me in the care of others.
In that sense, it aligns with someone's prediction about me: I was born with bad luck.
Of course, there are many kinds of bad luck. The worst is things like national ruin, family destruction, and separation from loved ones; the worst is things like losing everything and career failure; and the worst is nothing more—tumbles, dropping money, car accidents, and all sorts of trivial things fall into this category.
However, unlike the above three, the most terrifying thing is being associated with the evil stars of hell.
Because when an unlucky constellation shines overhead, it signifies that your life's destiny has begun its descent into darkness and misfortune, and the final destination is called—hell.
Despite having several days of extended vacation left, I, being the troublemaker I am, actually brought up returning to the Zhang family mansion. Although it's only been a few weeks, it felt like an endless winter to me.
If the cursed haunted house is searching for its unfortunate victims, it seems that no matter how far I am, the tentacles of evil will still summon me back.
Is it that once I've become accustomed to a life of thrilling, heart-pounding adventures, my fate is destined to be forever barred from a peaceful and stable daily life?
With a sense of melancholy, I stood at the entrance to the outer courtyard, built of red bricks and gray tiles, trying to recall my memories of it.
From the outside, this vast Zhang family old house appears to be a traditional, antique courtyard building, evoking a sense of the rustic charm of early society at a glance.
However, all of this is merely an illusion.
A closer look easily reveals the eerie aura that lingers above the roof, revealing the true identity of this old house as a hellish palace harboring the Queen of the Demon Realm.
Its current mistress, named Zhang Xiaoling, is a bloodthirsty, greedy, and ruthless woman—a violent queen who has fled from the demon realm to wreak havoc on earth.
While the Exorcism Association has always been dedicated to eliminating demons and monsters in the country, it has consistently overlooked the most terrifying monster—the monstrous woman hidden within the organization.
With an angelic, pure, and adorable face, and a devilishly alluring figure, she relies on these two super weapons.
This beautiful young woman, nicknamed the Exorcist Goddess, outwardly works to fight demons and monsters, but behind the scenes, she engages in extortion, blackmail, and bloodsucking.
Anyone who wants to hire her for an exorcism will be ripped off and end up with a pitiful, crippled fate.
"You can offend gods and Buddhas, you can offend demons, but whatever you do, never offend this woman."
This is a hard-won, painful lesson I learned through bloodshed and personal experience.
Because once you offend Zhang Xiaoling, even if you hide at the ends of the earth or in the deepest hell, this woman will still hunt you down and haunt you tenfold in revenge.
While conjuring up a meaningless opening line, I patted the stone lion standing beside the gate twice before stepping through the door, as a greeting.
This was because Xiaoling's old dog, Hero, hadn't ascended to heaven after its death; instead, its soul had possessed the stone lion, becoming a so-called guardian spirit with the function of protecting against unclean spirits and criminals.
Therefore, if I didn't greet it first, it might not recognize me and keep me out. With such a useful defense system at home, I probably wouldn't even need to hire guards or security personnel.
After returning home, I went straight to my room, intending to settle my luggage first before sitting down to rest. Unexpectedly, upon entering the room, I suddenly discovered a petite figure lying on my bed, fast asleep.
Curious, I went closer to take a look, and the petite figure turned out to be Xiaoling.
However, for some reason, her physique had regressed to that of a child, making her appear to be only about ten or eleven years old. She looked incredibly beautiful and childlike.
Even more striking was her long black hair, deliberately styled into a curly princess updo, and her dark black Gothic-style clothing, commonly known as Gothic & Lolita, or simply Goth-Loli.
It was a Lolita-style outfit often seen at cosplay conventions, featuring a serious design with dark textures and simple colors, adorned with intricate lace and black and white ribbons.
This made her resemble a beautifully crafted classic doll, inspiring an irresistible urge to hold her and play with her.
She seemed unaware of my return, still fast asleep, her rosy lips still biting her right thumb. Her adorable, childlike face seemed to be dreaming, displaying an innocent and serene sleeping expression.
Especially when she dreamt of something happy, her small, soft breasts would rise and fall with her laughter, giving a very amusing impression.
To be honest, I was quite surprised by this strange situation, because although she had been under a strange curse a while ago that would gradually make someone younger and then revert to childhood, eventually causing them to disappear without a trace,
I clearly remembered that the curse had been broken. Why was it acting up again now? Was it because it wasn't broken completely?
Regardless of the reason, this vicious curse would cause someone to regress by one year every hour. Therefore, I had to seize the opportunity quickly and infuse spiritual energy into her body so that she could regain her original girlish appearance. Of course,
I couldn't force it at first, because Xiao Ling's body had already regressed to that of a little girl, so I had to do some preparatory exercises before injecting the spiritually rich "high-protein nutrient injection."
I quietly lifted her skirt, revealing her slender, long legs clad in white stockings. The beautiful curves extended all the way to her full, smooth mons pubis, which, upon closer inspection, resembled a snow-white mountain peak, incredibly alluring.
I first ran my fingers along the smooth stockings just outside the hem; stimulated by the ticklish sensation, Xiaoling immediately rubbed her legs together, letting out cute, clear moans.
Although her body had shrunk, her sensitivity had become relatively more subdued. After teasing her for a while, I noticed a thin, sticky moisture seeping from the bottom edge of her white stockings.
Knowing the time was right, I smiled and helped her pull her stockings and panties down to her knees, revealing her lovely, delicate, snow-white garden. On that smooth little mons pubis, a tiny pink slit was immediately presented before me.
From that forbidden garden's slit, I could almost feel the head emitting an alluring, seductive fragrance, waiting for me to irrigate it with my thick nutrient solution.
Then, just as I was about to insert the large syringe into her smooth, narrow opening, unfortunately, Xiaoling suddenly woke up.
My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately tried to run away. Because, knowing that brat's temper, she would probably give me a good beating, leaving me bleeding profusely, lying on the ground crying and begging for mercy.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoling simply stared at me silently, asking in a detached voice, "...Who are you? Why are you here?"
"Uh! I...I'm Li Bu. Did you overdo it with your hair and forget me?"
"...So you're Li Bu. Can I borrow a hair?"
Xiaoling said coldly, her eyes half-closed. She then plucked a long hair from my head and stuffed it into a strange doll.
Next, she spun the doll around, and I was instantly sent tumbling head over heels, my head slamming hard against the floor, nearly bursting open in pain.
But Xiaoling seemed unsatisfied. She threw it in the opposite direction, sending me sprawling forward like a skier, my feet flat on the floor, crashing into a concrete wall, blood trickling from my nose.
Xiaoling's magic this time was incredibly strange; I'd never seen anything like it before. Could this be the result of her training? If that were really the case, it would be too terrifying. After several such incidents, she almost killed me. By the time she finally had her fill and was willing to let go, I was almost unrecognizable from the torture.
"Enough! Xiaoling... have... have mercy on me..."
I couldn't help but kneel on the ground, crying and begging for help.
"What did you say? Xiaoling?"
She shook her cute little head and said indifferently, "You've got it wrong! I'm not Xiaoling, I'm her sister, my name is Xiaoxian."
"What! You... you're Xiaoxian!"
I exclaimed in surprise, while secretly relieved that I hadn't actually taken that "high-protein nutritional injection," otherwise things would be much worse, and I would probably be doomed no matter where I went.
But the two of them were indeed biological sisters; at this stage of their youth, they looked almost identical. However, if one could calm down and look closely, it seemed that one could still find some differences between them.
For example, Xiaoling's eyebrows are slightly upturned, her face looks fierce, her nose is relatively high, and her expression always seems very proud. Xiaoxian's eyebrows, on the other hand, gradually thin out at the ends, her eyes appear melancholic and cold, and her expression seems indifferent to everything around her.
Actually, normally, Xiaoling would have long since returned to her original form, so her appearance would be more mature and easily recognizable. It's just that I mistakenly thought Xiaoxian was the Xiaoling who shrunk after the spell, which led to so many misunderstandings.
However, the two sisters are very similar in their methods, namely, they are ruthless.
Just now, if she had simply explained herself, nothing would have happened, but she insisted on tormenting me to vent her anger before revealing her identity.
Looking at Xiaoxian's cute, childlike face, I curiously asked her how old she was.
To my surprise, she deliberately gave a roundabout answer, saying, "In two months and three days, I'll be fourteen!"
Is that so? That means she's thirteen this year.
If she were thirteen, she would still fall within the standard range of a loli.
However, Xiaoxian's appearance clearly made her look much younger than her actual age, almost like a primary school student. Therefore, judging solely from her appearance, she was indeed a true loli.
Because the atmosphere had become a bit awkward, I didn't know what to say to her.
But Xiaoxian didn't even glance at me, simply putting her clothes back on, holding the strange doll, and sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me.
Her eyes, like Xiaoling's, were very beautiful, but unfortunately lacked liveliness and expression, as cold as winter frost, enough to make one shiver. She didn't look like a youthful girl at her age at all, but rather like a mature-looking, cool loli.
Unable to bear Xiaoxian's gaze, I could only casually start a conversation by asking, "Where's your sister?"
"...She's still cultivating with my grandfather."
Xiaoxian answered immediately, then fell silent again.
"Oh, I see. When will she be back?"
"...I don't know."
"Then why are you here? I remember Xiaoling once said you were studying abroad, weren't you?"
"...I was called back to look after the house."
This tedious conversation dragged on for a long time. I patiently pieced together the whole story from Xiaoling's taciturn words.
It turned out that after Xiaoling arrived at her grandfather's place, her performance was too lazy and unsatisfactory, so her angry grandfather forced her to stay and undergo the ultimate, harsh, and inhumane Asura training method.
Her training was called—"Even the Terminator wants to escape, but can't escape. I guarantee I'll fuck you until you scream, leaving you weak and begging for mercy every day."
(-_-!) Although the name sounded extremely terrifying, this training couldn't be easily completed in a day or two or a few weeks, and the Zhang family mansion couldn't be left unattended.
Therefore, Xiaoling had no choice but to write an overseas letter, asking Xiaoxian, who had the most free time among the three sisters, to come back and take care of the family.
Hearing this, I finally realized that since the mistress of the Zhang family had already changed, all that pointless opening line I'd come up with was a waste of time.
"By the way! Did your sister mention anything about me?"
I suddenly remembered and casually asked.
“Yes!”
Xiaoxian squinted, glaring at me. “She said you’re lazy, cowardly, and lecherous, just like a male dog in heat. She also warned me to be extra careful when sleeping and showering, or I might get attacked and lose my virginity. I didn’t quite believe it at first, but judging from your behavior just now, it seems my sister is telling the truth…”
“Enough!”
I hurriedly stopped her mockery, forcing a bitter smile. “Hmm, you’ve really talked a lot this time.”
“I was just stating the facts,”
Xiaoxian replied coldly, but her beautiful eyes seemed to hide a mocking smile.
"That was a huge misunderstanding! I thought you were Xiaoling, and since you were sleeping in my room, that's why..."
To avoid being labeled a perverted lecher, I quickly explained what had happened.
But after listening for a while, Xiaoxian dismissed my explanation with a single sentence: "I'm sorry, this was originally my room."
"Uh, I see."
So it's understandable that she slept in my bed.
I awkwardly said, "Then... should I give you my room back?"
But Xiaoxian shook her head and said, "No need, there are plenty of rooms in this house, and seeing your filthy face, I don't want to live in a room tainted with bad luck."
What nonsense is this little girl spouting! It seems both sisters have a naturally sharp tongue. Okay, since that's the case, I'll save myself the trouble of moving rooms.
But judging from Xiaoxian's still-childish appearance, she's probably still in middle school, right? Wouldn't abandoning her studies and rushing back to China have any impact on her grades?
But Xiaoxian answered me decisively, "Absolutely not."
"Why is that?"
I asked curiously.
"It's a long story,"
Xiaoxian said, raising her chin and looking up at me. "Besides looking after the house, I have some other things to take care of when I came back."
From her explanation, I learned that she had been studying at St. Rajerz School for Girls in Bavaria, Germany. It was a fully residential girls' church school that included primary, middle, high school, and university-level courses.
Although the school outwardly claimed to be a union of religion and academia, it was actually very much like the magic academy in Harry Potter, specializing in teaching students about various black and white magic from around the world.
I couldn't help but ask with great doubt, "Don't Western religions forbid the study of magic? And isn't your school afraid of causing trouble by doing this?"
But Xiaoxian coldly refuted me, saying, "Those are all prejudices passed down from the past."
With the progress of scientific and technological civilization, the religious field has gradually become more open and enlightened. Some secret knowledge that was previously monopolized and prohibited by Christianity and Catholicism is now constantly being discovered, updated, and having its conventional wisdom overturned.
Therefore, even the Vatican had to confront this issue, bringing so-called magic and spells back to the realm of theoretical foundations and scientific research.
After all, the mystical knowledge created by our predecessors with painstaking effort, whether good or bad, righteous or evil, is worthy of affirmation and renewed development if it can be used for legitimate purposes and benefits human society.
However, breaking free from long-held beliefs and stubborn constraints is not an easy task.
Thus, with the Vatican's tacit approval and the support of entrepreneurs, their school's principal—Father Grimm Miles—secretly established this girls' academy in Bavaria, Germany, which served as a cover for a seminary but was actually a research center for ancient magic.
Although this sounds interesting, Xiaoxian solemnly stated that their school was not as absurd and bizarre as depicted in novels or movies, but rather had complex theoretical courses and practical operations, making it the world's first semi-public magic academy.
For example, in their academic courses, they had to understand the cultural origins of various ethnic groups, the definition of religious sources, worship and sacrificial rituals, and the principles of spell usage.
The chemistry curriculum includes pharmacology, metallurgy, alchemy, the five elements, plant identification, and herb cultivation.
The magic curriculum is further subdivided into summoning, casting spells, cursing, divination, phenomenon induction, and many more.
After completing a certain number of credits, students must undergo a period of practical training, essentially exorcising demons and monsters. Only after accumulating sufficient practical experience and points are they eligible to receive an advancement or graduation certificate.
Of course, the scope is quite complex. Upon enrollment, students are categorized into various professions based on their interests and aspirations,
such as: monk, black/white magician, alchemist, curse master, wizard, witch, potion master, diviner, magic swordsman, magic gunner, monk-fighter, and so on.
For example, Xiaoxian's own attribute category is witch.
Although Xiaoxian spoke with great seriousness, I found it increasingly amusing, as these things sounded like storylines from RPGs or adventure games.
Seeing my disbelieving expression, Xiao Xian couldn't help but glare at me, pouting as she seriously corrected my thinking, because although these things seemed absurd, they were all confirmed facts.
"Do you know how many important political figures around the world were assassinated by terrorists last year alone?"
Xiao Xian asked me.
"How would I know?"
I shook my head.
"A total of 426 people."
After announcing the answer, Xiao Xian continued, "Of these heads, 121 died under unknown causes, 206 died suddenly, and 99 were sniped by unknown creatures under absolutely tight security."
Upon hearing this, I exclaimed in surprise, "Are all these deaths related to magic?"
Xiao Xian nodded and said, "That's right, this is the latest assassination method used by terrorists."
This was indeed shocking news. Abandoning traditional high-tech guns and explosives, they instead used the most ancient curse techniques. Such an assassination method was indeed impossible to defend against and impossible to trace.
If this trend were to become widespread and everyone were to follow suit, the world's political and business elites would never have a moment's peace, constantly fearing the unseen curses and killings of terrorists.
This is why many students from their school are immediately recruited by major military and police centers around the world after graduation, or directly join exorcism organizations to become exorcists hunting monsters.
"Exorcism organizations? What are those?"
I asked curiously.
"They're similar to our country's exorcism association, only with a much longer history and greater power."
According to Xiaoxian, compared to the exorcism association's short history of only a few decades, Western exorcism organizations have existed for nearly six hundred years.
However, this difference arises from the different levels of tolerance in Eastern and Western religious beliefs.
Eastern civilization is largely a polytheistic society, and the public is not unfamiliar with magic and sorcerers. When encountering supernatural disasters, they can easily find relevant channels for help.
However, Western civilization, long bound by monotheistic doctrines, denies other shrines and past miracles. When faced with harassment from monsters and having nowhere else to turn for help, people usually have no choice but to pray to God or seek help from the church.
And those priests or nuns who live a life of luxury in the church, when faced with the helpless pleas of believers, often can only helplessly advise, "Trust in God, He will solve everything."
Then they all get killed by the monsters along with everyone else.
This is the most common plot in many novels, movies, and cartoons.
Of course, if anyone dares to overestimate their abilities and try to rely on other supernatural powers to exorcise the monsters, they will be labeled a heretic and suppressed or persecuted by the church.
This is based on a pointless religious dignity, which leads those incompetent clergy, even if they have no exorcism skills whatsoever, to not allow other capable individuals to take their place in the hearts of the people and steal the limelight.
In such a repressive environment, Western exorcists are even given many malicious titles and smeared, with wizards and witches being such dishonorable names and slanders.
Although faced with the strong intervention of the church, the situation of monsters attacking humans will not change, and the people's demand for exorcists will only become more urgent.
It is because of this that this so-called exorcism organization was born in a very secretive manner.
To combat the increasingly rampant demons, the Demon Extermination Organization combined Western magical culture and alchemical knowledge, developing a mission solely dedicated to eliminating demons.
The organization's members are exceptionally diverse; anyone possessing the exorcism ability to exterminate demons, regardless of profession, social class, or even a demon who has renounced darkness, can be recruited and utilized.
Therefore, from royalty to commoners, anyone can potentially become a member of the Demon Extermination Organization. However, adhering to the principles of secrecy and secrecy, no one easily reveals their identity to avoid becoming a victim of religious persecution.
Over this long period, the Demon Extermination Organization has evaded the Church's notice, quietly developing its power.
Now, in the enlightened 21st century, their influence has even surpassed that of the Vatican, and if necessary, they can even mobilize the United Nations military to assist in exorcism missions.
Xiao Ling and Xiao Xian's great-grandfather, after studying Western exorcism organizations, imitated their structure and established the Exorcism Association in China, unifying various sects and allowing previously isolated and weak exorcists to unite into a powerful force.
After listening to Xiao Xian's account, I finally had some understanding of the origins of the Exorcism Association. Having followed Xiao Ling for so long, I had never heard her mention it.
Perhaps because the Exorcism Association's creation process was based on imitating other organizations, Xiao Ling, who always considered herself to have a long and prestigious family history, felt a little ashamed, which is why she was reluctant to talk about it.
I remained silent for a moment before continuing to ask, "So, what exactly are you doing back this time?"
Xiao Xian casually replied, "It's a rather complicated matter. Simply put, I rushed back to save someone."
"Save someone? Save who?"
"Hmm… the correct way to say it isn't saving someone, but saving a vampire."
Xiao Xian's childish lips suddenly uttered a name that surprised me.
"What did you say! A...a vampire!"
Hearing this, I was so startled I almost fell off my chair.
When it comes to vampire legends, the most famous work is probably Dracula by British author Stokes.
In this novel, Dracula is depicted as a demonic count who sneaks from Central Europe to London and wreaks havoc. After committing numerous acts of drinking human blood, his true nature is finally revealed. With the combined efforts of the protagonist and the old professor's group, his heart is stabbed with a dagger, and he is ultimately destroyed by humans.
However, these are all fictional events in the novel. Historically, Dracula's true identity was actually Vlad IV, the Grand Duke of Varach in 15th-century Romania.
Vlad was a national hero who defended Romania from the Austro-Hungarian invasion, but he earned two unpleasant nicknames due to his cruelty towards his enemies and his habit of displaying prisoners impaled on stakes. One is "Tepp," meaning the one who inflicts impalement; the other is the infamous Dracula, also known as the devil or dragon.
Historically, another notorious vampire figure is Baron de Rais.
Baron de Rais was a national hero of the Hundred Years' War between England and France, and a follower of Joan of Arc. After Joan's capture and death, he became disillusioned and retreated to his estate, becoming obsessed with alchemy. He eventually went mad and murdered approximately three hundred children.
His story was adapted into the novel *Where Is He?* by the French writer Huysmans, in which he is also depicted as a terrifying vampire.
Among female figures, Countess Barto of 17th-century Hungary is the most prominent.
Because her husband was away at war for many years, she was lonely and bored in her empty house. At the urging of her servants, she learned sorcery and tortured hundreds of young girls in her territory to death. She even bathed in their blood to maintain her youth and beauty.
Her story eventually became the prototype for the heroine in the famous novel *Camilla*.
Although modern media has continuously created novels and films about vampires, these are all merely products of human imagination.
The superstition surrounding vampires in the Western world only gradually developed after the 14th century, and it became unstoppable until even the Church had to publicly acknowledge the existence of vampires.
As for the historically accepted true record of vampires, it is said that the earliest can be traced back to China before the 6th century BC. However, some Western religious scholars attribute the origin of vampires to Cain, the first son of Adam, who murdered his brother and betrayed his family.
Cain was a farmer who, out of jealousy that his brother's offerings to Jehovah were more favored by God, secretly murdered him in a fit of rage. This act angered Jehovah, who cursed Cain to be immortal, condemning him to eternal torment and suffering by drinking human blood for all eternity.
While the above represents the common understanding of vampires, according to what I learned in school, "vampire" is simply a general term used by humans to refer to their race.
In fact, in the classification section of the monster dictionary, their official name is "Night Demon," meaning a demon that can only live in the darkness. However, vampires usually refer to themselves as "bloods," and they often refer to the act of drinking blood as "kissing." Compared to demons living in hell, vampires are not entirely demonic; rather, they are more like a hybrid of half-human and half-demon, hence sometimes called "non-human." They possess human emotions and therefore retain the instinct to judge good and evil, but are also bound by a blood curse, experiencing a bloodthirsty urge towards life and living things.
Basically, all vampires are transformed, meaning they do so voluntarily, because vampires cannot reproduce through normal mating. The reason is that a race with immortality does not need the instinct to reproduce. Therefore, their method of increasing their population usually involves first seducing others and then using a "blood transfusion ritual" to turn them into allies.
"Blood transfusion ritual? What's that?"
I interrupted Xiaoxian, trying to ask a question.
Xiao Xian replied, "That's a transformation ritual that turns a living human into a vampire."
The main method is quite simple: a vampire drains the blood of a volunteer, undergoes a catalytic process within their own body, and then re-infuses the blood into the recipient. This specially catalyzed blood, after a period of time within the recipient's body, completely transforms them into an immortal vampire.
I couldn't help but laugh and ask, "Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble? Don't the plots in TV shows and movies say that if you get bitten by their teeth or have your blood sucked, you'll become a vampire?"
Xiao Xian shook her head and said, "If you get bitten, you'll only be affected by the magic of their bodily fluids, exhibiting a pseudo-vampire state. It will revert to its original state after a while. Without the blood-transfer ritual, you can't become a complete vampire."
Usually, those who become vampires develop some special powers in the early stages of transformation.
For example, some can transform into beasts or mist, some have superpowers, and others can cast illusions or magic, etc. As the transformation continues, their use of these abilities becomes more refined and mature.
However, a vampire's strength level increases the closer they are to their Origin, meaning it's predetermined from the beginning. The so-called Origin refers generally to the progenitor of vampires—the Night Demon Emperor.
"The Night Demon Emperor? Who is he?"
I pressed.
"He is the origin of all vampires today, and is revered by the vampire clan as the supreme god-ancestor emperor,"
Xiao Xian replied.
According to confidential documents circulating within the vampire clan, the ancient records of the Dark Bible, the *Underworld Codex*, detailing vampire history, the Night Demon Emperor was actually an Easterner. His true identity was a young soldier born over 190 BC during the Qin Dynasty.
While following General Meng Tian in his campaign against the Xiongnu, he was separated from his army in a desert storm and wandered the country, eventually arriving at an ancient city in the Middle East.
This city wasn't recorded in history. There, he met a Chinese man who had also traveled to the West. This man claimed to be a Taoist priest living since the Zhou Dynasty, studying Western alchemy and magic.
The Taoist priest was not only highly skilled in magic and possessed vast knowledge, but he also maintained a remarkably youthful appearance even after living for hundreds of years. Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the two quickly became good friends, but this was merely the beginning of lies and deception.
Having gained the other's trust, the Taoist priest persuaded the Night Demon King to join his experimental project, falsely claiming he could use magic to modify the body, granting him superhuman powers of immortality. Deceived, the Night Demon King succumbed to temptation and readily agreed.
It was a new form of magic combining Eastern and Western techniques. While the Night Demon King did possess superhuman powers of immortality as the Taoist priest claimed, he was also cursed, becoming a bloodthirsty demon driven by a thirst for slaughter.
Seeing the experiment fail, the Taoist priest vanished without a trace. The Night Demon King, seeking revenge, used his abilities to gather allies while embarking on a long and arduous journey around the world.
Unfortunately, after more than a thousand years of pursuit, the Night Demon King ultimately failed to achieve his revenge, nor did he find a way to restore himself to his original state. And so, with regret, the Night Demon King vanished two hundred years ago, never to appear before another vampire. His whereabouts have remained a great secret among vampires ever since.
Because Xiaoxian brought up these matters so suddenly, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Once I had finally calmed down, Xiaoxian changed the subject back to her trip back to her country.
Because the matter was somewhat complicated, it had to be explained several days earlier.
It turns out that the principal of Xiaoxian's school—Father Grimm Miles—had a childhood friend and school sponsor—Mr. Edward Williamson. He was an internationally renowned mobile phone manufacturer and one of Sweden's wealthiest men.
This wealthy Mr. Edward had an only son named Jonak, a young university student who loved supernatural stories and thrills.
A few months ago, he suddenly wrote to his father, declaring that because he yearned for the supernatural world, he had, through a twist of fate, abandoned his human identity and become a vampire, destined to live forever in darkness.
Edward's reaction upon hearing this news was, unsurprisingly, nearly fainting. Although he was a sponsor of the magic academy and was familiar with such supernatural matters, he never dreamed that his son would become a vampire.
Fortunately, in this enlightened 21st century, the existence of vampires was no longer a shocking story. After several attempts at persuasion from Father Grimm, he finally managed to accept the fact.
Then, a little over two weeks before the university, a terrorist attack occurred in Amsterdam, the capital of the Netherlands. The victim was Conrad Huber, the Secretary-General of the UN Anti-Terrorism Sovereign Committee.
His purpose in going to the Netherlands was to discuss and prepare for the international anti-terrorism summit to be held there early next month, but he was unexpectedly attacked. The bodies of the victim, including himself, five attendants, and sixteen guards—a total of twenty-two people—were found in hotel rooms.
This immediately shocked the Dutch government, but police investigations at the scene revealed a more complex case with numerous inexplicable suspicious points, forcing them to temporarily suppress the news.
The victims' deaths were clearly caused by an indescribable, powerful force; some even had bite marks on their necks, and their bodies were completely desiccated.
After requesting assistance from the European anti-vampire organization's branch in the Netherlands, the Dutch police quickly determined that the crime was committed by a vampire group called "Dark Fangs." As the
name suggests, the "Dark Fangs" group consisted entirely of notorious vampires, many of whom were wanted fugitives by the anti-vampire organization.
Their leader, Roger Bartholomew, was a handsome vampire who appeared to be in his early thirties but was actually over 150 years old.
While this age would be considered quite advanced in humans, it was remarkably young by vampire standards of immortality. After
learning the perpetrators were not human, the Dutch authorities commissioned exorcists from an anti-vampire organization to hunt down the members of "Dark Fang." However, unexpectedly, the vampire group vanished without a trace, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth.
Since his son became a vampire, Mr. Edward had become particularly attentive to such supernatural information.
Although the details of this terrorist incident in the Netherlands were kept extremely tight-lipped, as one of Europe's wealthiest men, uncovering such information was a piece of cake for him.
What worried him most was that Jonak had mentioned the dark godfather who had performed the "blood transmutation ritual" on him, turning him from a human into a vampire—the vampire leader named Jell Barth.
Mr. Edward couldn't believe that the usually mild-mannered Jonak would be involved in such a horrific activity. He firmly believed that his son was innocent and had been deceived by those vampires into joining that brutal and evil organization.
Fearing that Jonak would be hunted down by exorcists sent by the exorcism organization, Mr. Edward quickly sought help from Father Green.
After using all available intelligence resources, Father Green finally discovered that the vampires seemed to have secretly infiltrated the country. Considering geographical factors and the criteria for selecting a suitable candidate, Father Green immediately decided to send Fairy back to handle the matter. After
Fairy's explanation, I finally understood that her job was to save a vampire who had gone astray.
"Father Green's task for me is to investigate this case thoroughly. If Jonak is indeed innocent, then he must be safely sent back to the Netherlands to face public interrogation by the exorcism organization."
"What if he is also involved?"
I asked.
"Then there's no other way. I will have to obey the exorcism organization's kill order and eliminate him as well,"
Fairy said coldly.
But after hearing this, I couldn't help but break out in a few beads of sweat on my forehead. When Xiaoxian uttered the word "eliminate," her childish face remained completely expressionless, as if she were discussing something utterly ordinary.
If it were her older sister, Xiaoling, she would have been beaming with excitement. But what's most terrifying is probably this ruthless killer.
This surprised me a bit; I wondered what kind of education Xiaoxian received at school, or if this was simply her nature.
Regardless of the reason, from an older person's perspective, I still had to advise her, "Vampires are probably very difficult to deal with, right? Remember to be extra careful when you're on a mission alone!"
But Xiaoxian shook her head, pointing her little finger at me and saying, "...I'm not alone. Because you're coming with me."
"Why?"
I cried out in panic.
“Because, as I just said, my attribute is witch, so I’m not good at melee combat. Therefore, when I cast spells, I need a subordinate to protect me.”
“Then there’s no need to ask me! I don’t know magic, I don’t know martial arts, I’m a coward, and the only thing I can do is run away. I’m completely useless. Asking me to be your subordinate is just adding another burden.”
To avoid the disaster at hand, I had no choice but to painfully abandon my pride and try to belittle myself into a useless piece of trash.
“If I could, I wouldn’t want to ask you either, but my situation is urgent right now, and I don’t have any other options, so I have to make do. Besides, my sister said that if there’s any danger, as long as we push you out as a sacrifice, at least we can buy some time to escape.”
Xiao Xian said slowly, without a trace of guilt in her voice.
“Damn it! This brat, this is your real purpose, isn’t it!”
I gritted my teeth and cursed inwardly, while my brows furrowed involuntarily.
"Um, I'm sorry, I really can't help you with this. You'd better ask someone else!"
I shook my head with a heavy heart, decisively refusing her request.
"...Is that so? Then there's nothing I can do."
Xiaoxian sighed softly, seemingly ready to give up.
But I seemed to have been too optimistic. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, I saw Xiaoxian jump off the edge of the bed, slowly walk to the desk, pick up the phone, and casually press a few buttons.
Then, in a childish voice typical of little girls, she spoke into the receiver: "...Hello, is this the police station? I want to report a crime, yes, yes! Someone just tried to molest a minor..."
I was startled and rushed over, trying to snatch the receiver from Xiaoxian's hand. But because I was too nervous, my movements were too rough, and I accidentally knocked Xiaoxian down onto the edge of the bed.
My face froze, and I braced myself against her shoulders, quickly getting up from her chest. Because now the situation was even more embarrassing; if others saw this, I'd probably be unable to clear my name no matter what.
However, even though Xiaoxian was still a child, the feeling of being on top of her was quite strange. Because she was very petite, her soft touch made it seem as if she would be easily crushed if I used too much force.
Moreover, she exuded a natural fragrance, a sweet and sour scent, like the fragrance of unripe apples, which was refreshing to smell.
"What do you want to do? Why did you stop me from making a phone call?"
Xiaoxian lay half-reclined on the bed, blinking her bright eyes, seemingly not wanting to resist at all, and even deliberately staring at me with a puzzled expression.
"Well, let's talk it out! My little princess, what did you just say? To be subordinate, is that it? What's the problem? Hahaha... I'd even be a slave."
I slowly climbed off her, changing my previous attitude of refusal, and said with a wry smile.
"Are you doing this voluntarily? I didn't mean to force you."
Xiaoxian said expressionlessly, her eyes half-closed.
"Haha... Of course! You didn't force me, that's a threat... um, no! It was my own choice..."
I cursed inwardly a few times. This girl really is Xiaoling's sister. Although she looks innocent and naive, I didn't expect her to be even more cunning than her sister. It seems my days are numbered again.
Speaking of which, Western magicians are quite troublesome; they even need someone to protect them when casting spells. So, what kind of attribute does Xiaoling, who can cast spells and is also good at hand-to-hand combat, have? A magic swordsman?
Perhaps seeing my displeasure, Xiaoxian immediately comforted me gently, saying, "Don't worry, as long as you're careful on this mission, I think... it shouldn't be too dangerous."
"Should be!"
That means there is still danger. My heart couldn't help but want to back out again. As
Xiaoxian spoke, she took out an old-fashioned parchment scroll from her bosom and asked me to sign it.
I picked it up casually and glanced at it. The scroll was covered with densely packed foreign characters and some strange geometric symbols, which looked like some kind of unknown spell.
"What is this?"
"It's a standardized contract between a magician and his subordinate."
"Oh, I didn't know such a thing, but... I can't understand any of the writing on it!"
"Of course, it's all German!"
Little Fairy's eyes gleamed with excitement, but she deliberately feigned nonchalance and urged me softly, "This standardized contract is just a formality; the terms themselves don't mean anything. You should sign it quickly!"
With a half-believing attitude, I picked up the quill pen Little Fairy had prepared for me and signed my name on it.
After I signed it, she solemnly put it away and said, "Alright! Our subordinate relationship is now established. As your master, I have the obligation to fulfill your wishes; as your servant, you must protect my safety and carry out my orders."
I asked curiously, "What if someone doesn't obey?"
The fairy replied with a grim expression, "Then the magic in this contract will take effect, and you will die..."
"And you? Aren't you alright at all?"
I immediately pressed, my face contorted with misery.
Xiao Xian remained silent for a moment, neither confirming nor denying, but slowly turned to look out the window and said, "...The sky is so blue today!"
She was essentially avoiding my question.
Holy crap! Had I accidentally signed a contract of servitude and gotten myself on a sinking ship?
I hurriedly snatched the scroll back from Xiao Xian's hand, trying to tear it apart with all my might, but no matter how hard I tried, the thin parchment remained completely undamaged. After I was exhausted and sweating profusely, I finally gave up, and Xiao Xian leisurely walked over and took it back from me.
"There's magic on this; you can't tear it with ordinary methods,"
Xiao Xian said, her eyes cold and disdainful.
"Has anyone ever told you that this kind of attitude will earn you resentment?"
I didn't dare to be violent towards her, so I could only helplessly scold her. But I seemed to have said the same thing to her sister before.
But Xiao Xian didn't seem to care at all. Instead, she puffed out her flat chest and said in a heroic tone, "I've already come to my senses. Since I'm going to explore the dark path of the witch, making a little sacrifice is inevitable."
It's good that she has such great ambition at such a young age, but the problem is... the person she's sacrificing is me!
It seems that when her school categorized Xiao Xian as a witch, they were absolutely right. She really is a cunning and ruthless evil witch!
Looking at my tearful face, Xiao Xian put her small hand on my shoulder and gently comforted me, "Don't worry, as long as you behave, everything will be fine. If you have any requests for me, you can tell me anytime if I can fulfill them. Also, Xiao Ling pays you fifty yuan an hour, right? I won't be as stingy as her, so I'll give you... fifty-one yuan an hour."
"Hmph, you're really generous!"
I grinned and said sarcastically in a low voice.
"You understand, that's good. No need for further praise,"
Xiao Xian replied indifferently, seemingly pretending not to hear my sarcastic remarks.
"Who's praising you! You brat, watch out, one day I'll hang you up and give you a good beating!"
I gritted my teeth in anger, but dared not say it aloud, only venting my frustration in my mind.
But the perceptive Xiao Xian seemed to sense my thoughts. She held the strange doll in her left hand and pulled out a long needle with her right, pressing it against the doll's heart.
"...I don't know why, but I suddenly really want to stab this needle into the doll's chest,"
Xiao Xian said coldly, giving me a malicious look.
I immediately felt a chill, instantly recalling the strange spell she had used to throw me around. If that curse were to work, I'd probably suffer cardiac arrest and die on the spot.
"Wait...wait a minute! I was wrong, my lord! My princess! Please don't let that needle go in!"
My legs went weak, and I quickly knelt on the ground, hugging her small knees and begging for mercy. I took the opportunity to rub my cheek against her flat, slightly rounded chest (-_-!), trying to get a little advantage.
Although Xiaoxian's chest was flat, if you pressed your cheek against it, you could still vaguely feel a bit of softness and elasticity. That budding, innocent feeling really made one's heart flutter.
"...Enough."
Xiaoxian impatiently pushed me away, her small hands gripping my neck, and coldly warned me, "I hate those scheming people the most. If we want to maintain a harmonious subordinate relationship in the future, I hope you won't have any more thoughts of resistance."
Is that so? What about you? How come this girl is just like her sister, completely lacking the concept of "reflection"!
However, for the sake of my safety, I'll just let those words pass through my mind and settle the score with her later.
"What mischief were you up to again?"
Xiao Xian glared at me again.
"Haha... No way! How could I? I was just thinking, since we're going to deal with vampires, what should we do first?"
I quickly changed the subject.
Xiao Xian nodded silently, but gave me an unexpected reply: "...We need to sleep first."
"Sleep! Why?"
I asked, my eyes wide with surprise.
"Because vampires are nocturnal monsters, and it's still broad daylight, so we have to wait until night."
Oh, I see. That makes sense. Since the princess has given the order, I have no choice but to obey.
Since this is my room now, I smiled and climbed onto the bed, then lay down next to her, intending to see how Xiao Xian would react.
But whether she's a bit dim-witted or incredibly bold, she completely ignored me. After yawning with her hand over her mouth, she went back to sleeping, still hugging that strange doll, as if I didn't exist.
"Hey, are you sure you want to sleep here? Be careful, or I'll eat you up!"
I jokingly threatened her in her little ear.
But Xiao Xian didn't react at all, seemingly already fast asleep.
Now it was my turn to be at a loss!
In the cramped room, lying next to an absolutely gorgeous loli girl, she should be every man's dream. Unfortunately, if I really dared to make a move on her, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The reason is that Xiao Xian is still a child, and she is also Xiao Ling's younger sister. In addition, her personality is insidious, cold, and wicked, almost dozens of times worse than her sister's. If I really did anything improper to her, I'm afraid it would provoke even more unimaginable retaliation.
I sighed helplessly, turned to my side, and stared blankly with my hand under my head. Just then, Xiao Xian turned over and curled up in my arms. A sweet scent mixed with vanilla and milk immediately wafted into my nose.
I gazed at her sleeping face, finding it both innocent and adorable, as pure and flawless as an angel. But why would such a young child aspire to the dark path of a witch?
Yet, thinking about it another way, it's surely better than becoming a bloodthirsty, violent money-grubbing Taoist priest.
To keep her warm, I carefully spread the sheet at my feet and gently covered her. With a heavy heart, I restrained my desires and urged myself to drift off to sleep.
I don't know how much time passed before I opened my eyes. The sky outside was gradually darkening, and Xiaoxian was already up and not beside me.
At that moment, a fragrant aroma wafted from the dining room. I went to the dining room and saw a large table laden with a sumptuous dinner. However, all the dishes were Western-style, and Xiaoxian was already seated, waiting for me to eat with her.
"You made all this? That's amazing!"
I casually complimented her. "I didn't realize you had such skill at such a young age."
Xiao Xian nodded silently, then gestured for me to sit down, saying, "Eat quickly, we have a lot to do tonight. We'll be leaving after dinner."
I immediately obeyed, taking my seat and starting to devour the food. The dishes were all delicious, but I wasn't used to using knives, forks, and spoons, so my eating was rather clumsy.
Xiao Xian, having lived in Europe for a long time, had adopted Westernized dining habits, using knives and forks effortlessly and with remarkable grace. Combined with her elegant attire, she truly resembled an ancient European princess from afar.
Looking at the lavish feast on the table, I was a little worried that the two of us might not be able to finish it. However, this thought was quickly dismissed. Since Xiao Xian was Xiao Ling's sister, it was only natural that she possessed the blood of a glutton.
The lavish spread across the table was quickly devoured by Xiao Xian. Even more astonishingly, she ate it all with an incredibly elegant knife, fork, and spoon, her speed unbelievable – what an amazing appetite for a little girl!
I couldn't help but feel sorry for her parents, because if their older sister, Xiao Shen, had such an insatiable appetite, raising them must have been incredibly difficult.
After a quick dinner, Xiao Xian pulled out a large suitcase from somewhere.
Made of the finest ebony, it was about half a person's height and looked quite bulky, but thanks to the wheels, it was relatively easy to push. It also had a handle, and its overall design resembled a small wooden table or cabinet.
"What's this suitcase?"
I asked curiously.
"This suitcase contains my exorcism tools, as well as some other necessities,"
Xiao Xian replied.
"I see,"
I nodded.
Previously, Xiao Ling's exorcism tools were always carried in a similarly large bag, but I never expected Xiao Xian's to be even more extravagant than her sister's. This made me a little puzzled; what kind of strange magical artifacts were inside?
"Come here for a second,"
Xiao Xian beckoned, then suddenly opened her arms and stretched out to me, "Put me on top of the box."
"What do you want to do?"
I asked with a smile.
"Idiot! Of course, I want to sit, because I hate walking!"
Xiao Xian tilted her head and rolled her eyes at me.
I couldn't help but shake my head with a wry smile. This girl really was a lazy little devil. Now I finally understood why her toolbox was so big.
So, I obeyed her command, supporting her under her armpits, gently lifting her petite body, and placing her on the wooden box so she could sit comfortably. Because Xiao Xian was very light, I barely felt any weight; it felt more like holding a doll.
But when I started pushing her along, it reminded me of a scene from the Japanese manga "Lone Wolf and Cub." The only difference is that the protagonist in the book, a wandering swordsman, pushes a bamboo basket cart with a little boy on the front. I, however, am pushing a suitcase with a beautiful little girl on top, so there's a slight difference.
Stepping out of the house, the long road stretched out before me. Although there was no band or bugle corps welcoming the great Dark Princess to war, the twinkling stars in the dark night sky served as a kind of celebratory fireworks display.
Little Fairy sat comfortably on a tall toolbox, her dark clothing almost blending into the night. Her slender legs
, encased in white stockings, dangled in front of the box. Occasionally, her black leather shoes would tap against the hard wooden surface of the box,
adding a little noise to the quiet night.
"Alright! Where should we go now, my princess?"
I asked, pushing the suitcase.
"Now we need to find information about vampires. It just
so happens that today is the first day of the lunar month, so let's head to the Ghost Market!" Xiao Xian ordered, sitting atop the box.
I'd heard Xiao Ling mention the Ghost Market before. It's said to have originated in mid-Qing Dynasty Beijing as a night market, initially a market for antiques, but later evolving into a mixed market of all kinds of stolen goods.
The Ghost Market usually operates on moonless, pitch-black nights. Buyers and sellers from all sides gather, not caring about the origin or authenticity of the goods, only discussing whether a deal is made and the price.
They rely on their eyesight, not speaking to each other. If they like something, they pay and take it; if not, they leave silently without looking back. Before dawn, both parties disperse, so neither knows the other's true identity. They might not meet again.
The ghost market Xiaoxian described was largely the same in China, except that the trading location was not only secretive but also frequently changed, and the goods sold were far more complex and bizarre. Without a fellow enthusiast to guide you, it was virtually impossible to get a glimpse of it.
It was said that almost anything imaginable could be found there, from weapons and ammunition to smuggled antiques, rare animals, magical talismans, and even human organs. Of course, this included intelligence gathering.
However, I had only ever heard Xiaoxian mention it verbally; I had never actually been there. Today, with Xiaoxian's guidance, it was my first time truly stepping inside.
And this legendary ghost market, true to its name, gave off a sinister feeling.
Although it looked like a temporary night market with many stalls and customers browsing, because it was located in a desolate area with no light source, and it was the first day of the lunar month with no moonlight, it was pitch black.
Only a few blurry figures could be seen moving silently back and forth.
If an unsuspecting passerby were to accidentally stumble upon them, they might mistakenly believe they'd seen something unclean, and thus fall ill from fright.
Basically, everyone here, whether buyer or seller, adheres to the same principle: each goes their own way and doesn't interfere with the others.
However, for some reason, when Xiaoxian and I passed by the vendors, many sellers who stopped couldn't help but turn around and glance at us a few more times.
Just as I was wondering about this, a strangely shaped, obese, and ugly man suddenly approached me quietly and asked, "Excuse me... how much do you want for this pretty little girl?"
"Uh!"
I stared blankly at him.
Because the incident happened so abruptly, I momentarily forgot how to answer.
"Wait! Sir, don't sell her! I'm willing to offer a higher price."
Before my mind could even process what was happening, another passerby appeared beside me, offering an even higher price.
"No, no! It's such a rare find, it's such a waste! Sell it to me! I'll definitely offer a better price than those two!"
Another passerby who had just wandered in shouted, not to be outdone.
As a result of their commotion, more and more people started bidding, and the once quiet ghost market became bustling with noise. It turned out these pedophiles had mistaken Xiaoxian for a commodity. If judged by loli standards, she was absolutely top-tier, practically a perfectly crafted doll.
Unfortunately, none of them knew that this angelically beautiful little girl was actually a wicked and cold-hearted dark princess!
Judging from how she tricked me into signing a contract of servitude, intending to use me as her subordinate, I'm certain her cunning surpasses even that of her older sister, Xiaoling. If I had taken her back unknowingly, I feared I would never have a peaceful life.
"Hmm! I didn't expect you to be so popular, my little princess. Hmm… how much do you think you should price yourself?"
Looking at the chaotic scene before me, I couldn't help but tease Xiaoxian a bit.
"…Idiot! Do you want to die?"
Xiaoxian glared at me fiercely, her delicate brows furrowed.
Seeing that the princess was angry, I quickly put away my playful smile and said seriously to those people, "Well, I'm sorry, my little princess is not for sale. You'd better give up!"
"How can that be! Since we've come to the Ghost Market, there must be buying and selling. Otherwise, what are you doing here? Just strolling around?"
The agitated crowd began to grumble and angrily block our way.
"Then what do you want me to do to let me go?"
I asked helplessly.
After the crowd gathered and discussed for a while, the fat man who spoke first suddenly took out a white apron and a spatula and handed them to me, saying, "Then...then...could you let that little girl wear this apron, and then hold the spatula and say to me, 'I'm...I'm sorry, Master! I accidentally burned the dinner...'" "Uh!"
After hearing this, I couldn't help but put on a few black lines on my forehead, not knowing what the purpose of doing this was. Looking down at Xiaoxian, I saw that she was also looking at me, her childish face full of confusion.
Seeing the overwhelming public anger, I had no choice but to shrug and plead with Xiaoxian, "Just do as they say, otherwise we might not make it out of here alive tonight."
Xiaoxian, having lived abroad for a long time, rarely encountered such pedophiles. She frowned, her cute little face showing reluctance, but to escape, she had no choice but to reluctantly comply.
She tied on the white apron, held the spatula, and said to the fat man in a trembling voice, "I...I'm sorry, Master! The dinner is burnt..."
"Whoa! So cute!"
the fat man roared, then suddenly convulsed, lost consciousness, and collapsed to the ground. Yet, his fat face beamed with a blissful expression.
"My turn! My turn!"
This time it was another man, so excited he was practically bleeding from his nose, who handed over a book and said, "Excuse me... little sister, could you please read this book to me?"
Xiao Xian suppressed her anger, opened the book, and slowly read in her clear, childlike voice, "...Big...big brother! That...that won't do! Ah...ah...your thing is so big! I...I can't take it...ah...ah, I'm going to...going to...going to go..."
Halfway through, Xiao Xian suddenly widened her eyes and slowly put the book down. I saw that although her face was expressionless, her delicate shoulders trembled slightly; she was clearly furious.
"Hmph...I hate perverts!"
Xiao Xian pouted her childish lips, her face slightly annoyed.
Suddenly, she bent down and pulled a small glass test tube from a hidden compartment next to the box. The test tube contained a strange blue liquid; I had no idea what it was for.
Then, Xiao Xian raised the test tube high, muttering an unknown incantation: "me.is.bd.sgsiklg.dtytuj... Sleeping spirit, awaken! Envelop my enemies in cold air and make them repent..."
"Ice? River? Freeze?!"
After finishing the incantation, Xiao Xian forcefully threw the test tube forward.
The test tube exploded violently in mid-air, emitting a blue flash that engulfed the surroundings. I felt a chill rush towards me, as if the temperature had instantly dropped dozens of degrees; even my breath produced puffs of white mist.
When the blue light gradually faded, the noisy crowd that had blocked our way had all been frozen into giant icicles. Looking closely, their expressions, encased in transparent ice, were all filled with astonishment.
This truly opened my eyes; was this the power of Western magic? This was the first time I had ever witnessed it! Although it seems different from Eastern Taoism in essence, its power is no less formidable.
"They won't all be frozen to death, will they?"
Seeing the force of Xiao Xian's attack, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.
"...This is only a level four ice spell; they won't die immediately."
Xiao Xian squinted, her cute, childlike face regaining its previous calm.
"Really? That means... they're not completely dead yet!"
I guessed.
But that seemed even worse, because judging from Xiao Xian's personality, it might mean "half-dead" or "worse than dead." The ice on those people probably wouldn't melt until the end of the world.
However, I personally wouldn't feel any sympathy for them, because they had to provoke the terrifying Black Demon Princess.
After dealing with these obstacles, we continued forward. The commotion was quickly masked by the tranquility of the ghost market, as if nothing had happened.
Bored, I casually struck up a conversation with Xiaoxian, asking, "What was that tube you just threw out? How could it be so powerful?"
Xiaoxian explained in a low voice, "It was a catalyst and a magic potion, like a Western charm. Once you chant the incantation, it produces a reaction."
"Huh! I remember Western magicians used wands to cast spells, didn't they?"
"That was in the past. Very few people use those things anymore."
"Why?"
"Because they have side effects."
Xiaoxian told me that according to the latest scientific research report, long-term use of wands exposes the body to spiritual energy waves, causing many abnormal illnesses. For example, some wizards like to tuck their wands into their waistbands, resulting in kidney failure. Other wizards like to clip their wands to their ears like pencils, resulting in brain tumors and intellectual decline.
Wizards in the past often misused wands, even adding strange powers to them, which frequently led to bizarre news stories. For example, wands might produce strange bell-like sounds when swung, or have particles or spikes growing on their surface.
However, when wands produced spikes, they were usually used in combat, and wizards stopped calling them wands and started calling them spiked clubs.
Another famous story from the West is about an old wizard nicknamed "Anal Man" who inserted his vibrating wand into his anus for masturbation. He got so carried away with the pleasure that he couldn't pull it out and ended up having to rush to the emergency room in the middle of the night.
"Hmm, that's amazing!"
I exclaimed with a surprised laugh.
"Yeah, because it was so embarrassing, wands haven't become very popular since,"
Xiao Xian said expressionlessly.
As I pushed my toolbox, I listened to Xiao Xian recount some strange tales about the Western magical world. When we were almost at the end of the ghost market, Xiao Xian suddenly ordered me to stop at a stall.
"Pick me up,"
she said, opening her arms to me. I quickly grabbed her under her armpits and gently lifted her off the box.

Chapter Two
The place we stopped at was a small stall with a sign advertising the sale of antiques and coins.
The shopkeeper was squatting on the ground, his arms wrapped around his knees, a tattered cloak draped over his shoulders, making it impossible to discern his features. However, judging from the scales on his exposed hands, this fellow might not be human at all.
The shopkeeper glanced at us, then quickly looked down again, his deep voice urging us to leave: "You've come to the wrong place. This isn't a place for children. You'd better go home!"
Xiao Xian, with light, confident steps, walked to the front of the stall. She crossed her arms and coldly retorted, "Since when has the Ghost Market started questioning people's identities?"
The shopkeeper's face froze, then he let out a terrifying laugh. "That's right! So… what do you want to buy, little sister?"
"I need information,"
Xiao Xian said, chin held high. "Give me information about the vampires who escaped to the country last week."
"Dark Fang! They're really famous lately, aren't they? A whole bunch of people are looking for them. This information won't be cheap!"
The shopkeeper chuckled slyly.
Xiao Xian remained silent, then turned and took a white envelope from the box, tossing it over and saying, "I don't have time to exchange for NTD, do you accept US dollars?"
The shopkeeper caught it, opened the envelope, and quickly counted the money in the darkness with his scaly fingers and sharp nails.
"Hmm! Ten thousand US dollars!"
the shopkeeper laughed loudly, "This young lady is really generous!"
But I was shocked and couldn't help but ask Xiao Xian, "Where did you get so much money?"
Xiao Xian casually replied, "This is from Mr. Edward. He's already paid me two million US dollars in advance for this job."
"What! Two...two million US dollars!"
I exclaimed, almost fainting upon hearing this.
I never imagined this little one's money-grabbing methods were even more ruthless than her sister's. Xiao Ling earns NTD, but Xiao Xian earns US dollars. If her sister knew, she'd probably die of envy.
"Money is just an external thing, what's the big deal?"
Xiaoxian said calmly, looking at me without a care in the world.
"If that's the case, why are you so stingy? You only give me fifty-one dollars an hour,"
I complained through gritted teeth.
But Xiao Xian pretended not to hear and continued to urge the boss, "Now that you've received the money, can you tell me the information?"
"Of course, of course,"
the boss nodded and said, "According to the information I received, I heard that on the 16th of last week, the Dutch cargo ship Simpson, which was docked at Keelung's Third Pier, secretly unloaded a container at 2 a.m. The container had seven boxes, two of which were transferred to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. The truck carrying the other five boxes disappeared after it went off the interchange. That's all I know."
"Hmm, I see. I didn't expect them to operate separately."
Xiao Xian quickly looked down and tapped her watch, then looked at the sky and said, "There's still some time before dawn. We can still make it to that abandoned factory."
"Is it necessary to rush like this? Can't we go tomorrow... no! Can't we go next month? I want to go back and watch the TV series 'The Long Stem'!"
The thought of facing that group of vampires immediately made me want to find a way to make excuses.
"We have to hurry! If someone else finds us first, Jonak might not even have a chance to explain before they wipe him out,"
Xiaoxian said helplessly, her voice tinged with anxiety.
Urged on by Xiaoxian, we had no choice but to set off immediately for the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. However, just as we were about to leave the ghost market, we encountered two tall foreign men and women at the entrance.
They were both young, around twenty years old, and appeared to be church members.
The man was tall and gentle-looking, with gray hair, wearing a black high-necked priest's robe, and carrying a large metal cross on his back. The woman had red hair and brown eyes, and was very beautiful, wearing a black and white nun's robe, carrying a thick Bible.
"Oh no! How did we run into them here?"
Xiaoxian's calm expression suddenly furrowed upon seeing them.
"Who are they? Why are you so nervous, Princess?"
I asked curiously.
“They are the Mad Priest Will Mazis and Sister Mayari Heiban,”
Xiaoxian said in a low voice. “They are among the top exorcists in the European exorcism organization, but their methods are quite brutal, often harming innocent civilians. Once they're involved, there's no demon they can't eliminate. It seems this time the exorcism organization is determined to get rid of these vampires no matter what.”
“Little sister, you're absolutely right!”
Just as Xiaoxian was chatting with me, Sister Mayari quietly approached us.
"You seem to know our background quite well, but our intelligence gathering isn't bad either. We have your information too."
Sister Mayari pulled a notebook from her bosom and read aloud in fluent Mandarin: "Zhang Xiaoxian, thirteen years old, top student in the third year of the senior division at St. Rajel Academy. She entered the primary school at nine, skipped a grade to enter the junior division at ten, skipped another grade to enter the senior division at eleven, completed the advanced secret council at twelve, and officially obtained the title of Black Witch at thirteen..."
As I listened to Sister Mayari's words, I couldn't help but glance at Xiaoxian a few more times. I never expected this still-childish little girl to be such a gifted student. She had already skipped grades to enter high school at only eleven years old—truly a super genius little loli.
"...Your information is very accurate!"
Xiaoxian took a light breath and replied expressionlessly.
"Of course! You are someone our Demon Extermination Headquarters is trying hard to recruit, so we have to pay special attention to you!"
"Really? But our school is Catholic, and you're Protestant. These two have never really crossed paths!"
"The mission to eliminate monsters and save humanity transcends denominations; our organization has always been very tolerant of this,"
Sister Mayali said with a smile.
Although Catholicism and Protestantism might seem similar to non-believers, I later learned from Xiaoxian's explanation that there are significant differences.
The biggest difference is that Catholicism is under the authority of the Vatican, recognizes the Bible and some apocryphal texts, worships Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary, clergy are called priests, marriage is forbidden, and divorce is prohibited for ordinary believers. Protestantism, on the other hand, only recognizes the Bible, worships Jesus Christ but not specifically the Virgin Mary, does not recognize the authority of the Vatican, clergy are called pastors, and they are allowed to marry and have children.
"...Thank you very much for the invitation, but I currently have no plans to join the demon-slaying organization,"
Xiaoxian politely declined their request, giving them a polite rebuff.
"That's such a pity. If you were willing to join, you would definitely be a great help to our organization. Even your sister, Zhang Xiaoling, the renowned exorcist goddess of the Eastern exorcism world, is someone our Western Demon Extermination Organization is trying hard to recruit,"
Sister Mayali said with a wry smile.
"...You really aren't picky,"
Xiaoxian said with a sidelong glance and a soft sigh.
I basically agreed with what Xiaoxian said, but this brat was really sharp-tongued. Even though she was her own sister, she still didn't hold back when she was being sarcastic.
Sister Mayali shrugged and replied with a smile, "Who can blame us when there are so many demons running rampant in the world!"
"Let's not talk about those issues for now. Is your purpose in coming here also to find information about the Dark Fang?"
Xiaoxian asked in return.
"Of course! I've heard that as long as you come here, there's no information you can't find out. Is that also your purpose in coming here?"
Sister Mayali said honestly with a smile.
“…In that case, good luck to you all!”
Xiao Xian casually replied, urging me to leave quickly.
After we were some distance away, I couldn’t help but ask, puzzled, “They seem quite kind, not as scary as their nicknames make them out to be.”
Xiao Xian retorted dismissively, “You can’t tell just by looking at them. Their destructive power in battle is equivalent to half of Xiao Ling in a frenzy. Do you understand what I mean?”
Wow! That does sound terrifying.
Because the damage Xiao Ling causes to the environment when she goes berserk is almost equivalent to a high-powered nuclear weapon explosion. To have half her destructive power is indeed not to be underestimated.
However, I quite agree with Xiao Xian’s statement that you can’t tell just by looking at them.
So I looked at Xiao Xian meaningfully and smiled, “You’re absolutely right, little princess. This is what they mean by ‘don’t judge a book by its cover,’ right?”
When I said the last sentence, I deliberately glanced at Xiao Xian a few more times. But this sarcastic act seemed to enrage the cunning dark princess.
She gripped the strange doll in her left hand and suddenly pounded it several times with her small fist. Affected by the curse, I immediately felt a sharp pain in my stomach and couldn't help but squat down, letting out a pathetic groan.
"Enough! Little princess, do you think you're Nini's mother, using such methods to torment me?"
I said, half-laughing, half-crying.
"Hmph! What can I do? I have a disobedient subordinate who always talks badly about me behind my back,"
Xiao Xian warned me expressionlessly.
Despite my reluctance, under Xiao Xian's threat, I obediently drove the car quickly, taking her to the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.
The factory was vast, originally a processing plant for frozen food, but since the company had long since gone bankrupt, not only were the factory buildings abandoned, but the roadsides were also overgrown with weeds. It certainly looked like a perfect lair for demons and monsters.
However, when we finally arrived at the address given by the information broker, we found the factory not only locked up, but also marked by a worn-out warning sign.
I approached and examined it closely, then reported to Xiaoxian, "Princess, the sign says 'Abandoned Factory, Danger! Do Not Enter' in big letters."
But Xiaoxian rolled her eyes at me, dismissively scolding, "...That's for ghosts!" She
then urged me to push open the iron gate and go inside.
I shrugged and sighed, truly admiring her courage to disregard such a warning so readily—no wonder she's Xiaoling's sister.
We ventured inside, but without light, every step seemed difficult. Suddenly, Xiaoxian pressed a button next to her seat, and two lights immediately illuminated the tool cart.
As we moved further into the factory, a thin mist of dust rose from the broken floor, and large cobwebs covered the old machinery sitting nearby.
When they reached an open area within the factory, Xiao Xian ordered them to wait there.
Looking at the surrounding darkness, I asked with some concern, "Will the vampires come?"
Xiao Xian nodded and said, "They definitely will. Vampires have a strong sense of territory and a keen sense of smell. If a living person appears in their territory, they will definitely come to investigate."
"After contacting them, what are your plans?"
"If possible, I hope to resolve this through negotiation, preferably with diplomacy first, since our target is only Jonak."
"Diplomacy first? How do you do that?"
Xiao Xian lightly jumped down from the box, opened a drawer, and took out a beautifully packaged gift box from a hidden compartment.
"This is the highest grade of pig's blood cake, one of the vampires' favorite foods. Giving this as a gift... I think they'll be more willing to negotiate with us calmly!"
"Pig's blood cake!"
I exclaimed, stunned. "Are you sure they'd like this?"
Xiao Xian, chin held high, said confidently, "Yes, actually their favorite food is blood jelly. However, after several cases of vampires choking to death on blood jelly recently, they don't eat it as much anymore."
Hearing this, I felt a wave of weakness wash over me. It was utterly absurd—to think I could deal with vampires with pig's blood cake. I shook my head, helped Xiao Xian back onto the work cart, and then turned to leave.
"Wait! Where are you going? Stop right now!"
Xiao Xian cried out anxiously.
"Nonsense! Of course I'm leaving!"
I roared, my previously suppressed anger suddenly exploding.
"Looks like... you don't believe me?"
Xiao Xian turned around and glared at me.
Her cute cheeks were flushed red with anger, and her beautiful, childlike face showed a displeased expression. She looked like a spoiled kitten, hoping that her owner would change his mind.
The allure of the Black Demon Princess was truly terrifying. I only glanced at her for a moment, and my heart softened. I almost obeyed her command and turned the car around. But then I thought better of it and hardened my resolve to resist.
"No way! How can I let you use pig's blood cake to negotiate with a vampire? What if something goes wrong? How am I supposed to explain this to your sister?"
I ignored her and quickened my pace.
"Hmph, you won't obey my orders? Well then... there's nothing I can do. Look what this is!"
Xiao Xian jumped off the car and called out coldly from behind me.
I turned around and saw Xiaoxian sitting on the broken machine beside me, her legs crossed high, waving the sheepskin contract in her hand and loudly warning me, "If you don't obey... you'll die!"
"Okay! Okay! I'm back!"
I cried out in anguish, helplessly turning the tool cart around.
Compared to Xiaoling's vicious personality of using physical violence, Xiaoxian's insidious and sexy way of threatening others' weaknesses seemed even more detestable.
"Damn it! This brat, always threatening me with that life-and-death talisman, I'll see when I get the chance, I'll take off your underwear and give you a good spanking!"
I cursed under my breath.
"What are you muttering about again?"
Xiaoxian glared at me coldly.
"Nothing! I didn't say anything!"
I quickly changed the subject.
For safety's sake, I had no choice but to press her further, saying, "So, what if the negotiations fail? Should we prepare to take action? What weapons will we use against them? Garlic, holy water, crosses, or white wooden stakes?"
Xiao Xian, however, dismissively replied, "Those are all outdated. I have something more efficient."
She then opened her suitcase again, took a heavy metal object from a drawer, and shoved it into my hand. Curious, I picked it up and saw that it was a black revolver!
"This is! This is…"
I stammered, startled.
Xiao Xian calmly explained, "This is an M-19.358 Magnum revolver. It holds six rounds and has an effective range of about forty meters. One shot from it would probably knock an ordinary person to the ground."
"No, I meant… where did you get this thing?"
I trembled, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead.
"Nonsense! Of course I bought them. I spent four hundred and fifty US dollars at 'He Jiafu,' and I have the receipt to prove it,"
Xiaoxian said confidently, puffing out her chest.
"Uh, you don't have grenades or machine guns in that suitcase, do you?"
I asked half-jokingly.
"What? You think that pistol is too weak?"
Xiaoxian rolled her eyes and stared at me coldly.
This little brat seemed to take my words seriously. I saw her slowly turn around, as if she was about to take out an even more powerful weapon. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if she took out a rocket launcher or a stinger missile from the suitcase.
Looking at her childish face, it was really hard to imagine that she was hiding a large amount of weaponry. Did she come back to China to fight monsters? Or was she planning to start a revolution?
But when Xiaoxian turned around and opened her palm, I saw six glittering silver bullets displayed in her small palm.
Xiao Xian explained, "Actually, ordinary human firearms aren't very effective against vampires because they have strong regenerative abilities. Only silver bullets are effective. These are the highest-grade anti-vampire bullets, made from the magical metal of Norse mythology—Mithril."
"Mithril?"
"That's right, it's also called mithril. This metal is extremely precious and difficult to obtain. Only a few grams of Mithril can be extracted from one hundred kilograms of pure silver. Bullets made from this mithril are incredibly powerful; even True Ancestor-level vampires would probably be wary of them. However, we only have six, so we must use them carefully."
Xiao Xian skillfully loaded the bullets into the magazine, then released the safety and handed them to me. All I had to do was pull the trigger, and the bullets would fire immediately.
It's said that this revolver has an advantage over automatic pistols: there's no need to worry about jamming. Just keep pulling the trigger to fire the bullets completely. For a novice like me who had never handled firearms before, the operation was quite simple.
So, in the middle of the night, in an old factory on the outskirts of the city, we sat on some scrapped machinery, beginning a long and silent wait.
But Xiaoxian, being so young, seemed unable to stay up all night, and having traveled to several places that evening, she was quite exhausted. Eventually, she even started to doze off.
I saw her almost fall off her seat several times, and feeling a pang of pity, I gently supported her slender waist, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her into my embrace so she could rest peacefully.
But my sudden action startled Xiaoxian. Her face flushed red, and she exclaimed, "Oh! You… what are you doing?"
"Shh! Go to sleep, I'll wake you when the vampire comes. Children should sleep well at times like this,"
I patted her shoulder, smiling reassuringly.
"Idiot! Let...let me go! I...I'm not a child!"
But Xiaoxian blushed and twisted her body, struggling against me.
"You are a child!"
Seeing her adorable, flustered appearance, I wrapped my arms even tighter, teasing her in her ear, "What's wrong with admitting it? Your personality isn't cute at all. Be careful, or no one will like you!"
Xiaoxian snorted and pouted coldly, "So what if they don't like me? Anyway, no one has ever liked me, and I don't know if anyone will like me..."
I frowned and sighed, "Wow! Little princess, why do you say that? If your parents heard you, they would be very sad!"
"Would they? If they liked me...they wouldn't have left me alone in Germany..."
Xiaoxian suddenly said sadly.
After struggling for a while, she probably felt it was futile and decided to give up, so she nestled obediently in my arms and silently closed her beautiful eyes.
"Uh, little princess, what do you mean by that?"
I asked, puzzled.
But Xiaoxian didn't answer; all she responded with was a series of even rises and falls from her chest.
It seems she's been accumulating a lot of resentment and pressure, I thought with a sigh.
But that's understandable; she's so young, embarking on a lonely study abroad life without family by her side. It's only natural that she'd develop such an awkward personality.
Speaking of which, Xiaoling is far too rough. It seems their parents need to reconsider their parenting methods.
But holding Xiaoxian in my arms, I realized how small and adorable she really is. If it weren't for the warm, soft touch emanating from her, I would almost think I was holding a beautiful doll.
Especially her curly, princess-style hair, cascading like a black waterfall over my shoulders. When I looked down, I could see the delicate, thick ends of her black hair.
Xiaoxian's hair whorl, like mine, is right-handed. I brought my nose close and could inhale the delicate fragrance emanating from her hair.

Chapter Three
Little Fairy nestled in my arms, her eyes tightly closed. Her thick eyelashes seemed to be stained with tears, and her small, cherry-petal-like lips displayed a healthy, delicate pink hue.
My heart fluttered at the sight, and I almost wanted to kiss her beautiful, childlike face.
Honestly, anyone seeing her peaceful, sleeping expression would feel an urge to protect her.
If she had been more open and honest in asking for my help from the beginning, I might have been more inclined to help her.
Unfortunately, perhaps her closed-off heart fostered a distrust of everyone around her, which is why she deliberately set a trap to lure me into becoming her witch's servant—what a troublesome and willful little thing.
I held Little Fairy like this for a while. Although the lights on the tool cart shone into the distance, the vampires seemed motionless. The unusual silence around us, even the oppressive stillness, made me feel drowsy.
Just as I was secretly dozing off, I heard a series of light, hurried footsteps in the distance. Then, two foreign youths dressed like punks gradually approached us, bathed in the bright light.
I was startled and quickly patted Xiaoxian's cheek to wake her.
She opened her eyes, jumped out of my arms, stretched, and casually wiped her lips with a handkerchief—that damn little devil had drooled a huge puddle on my clothes.
"Are you Aijison and Mark Brian from Dark Fang?"
Xiaoxian asked coldly, staring at the two men.
"You know us?"
one of the vampires, with a blond afro, asked in surprise.
“Yes,”
Xiaoxian nodded and said, “The European anti-vampire organization has already published all your information online. The combined bounty for the two of you is about 2.5 million euros.”
“Hehehe… little girl, are you here to hunt our humans too? If so, you’re still too young.”
Another vampire with the letter “D” tattooed on his forehead suddenly revealed his sharp fangs and bluffed at us.
But Xiao Xian was quite bold, so she wasn't intimidated. She coldly replied expressionlessly, "Our purpose tonight isn't to hunt you. I'm here on behalf of Mr. Edward Williamson to discuss Jonathan with you. As a token of our sincerity, here's a box of pig's blood cake; we hope you'll accept it."
"Pig's blood cake! Great! I haven't had it in ages! I love pig's blood cake!"
The vampire with the tattoo on his forehead immediately snatched it, not caring that it was still cold, and quickly tore open the packaging, grabbing pieces of black rice cake and stuffing them into his mouth.
Seeing his ravenous eating, I couldn't help but frown and shake my head, clearly lacking in dining etiquette. Unfortunately, my disgust didn't escape his notice.
"What are you looking at while I'm eating! You dead human, do you want me to suck all your blood?"
the vampire glared at me.
"N-nothing!"
I broke out in a cold sweat and quickly made an excuse to change the subject, saying, "Oh! It's...it's like this, I was staring at you because I saw that 'd' tattooed on your forehead and I didn't know what it meant!"
"Hmph, you don't even understand what it means."
The vampire pointed to his forehead and explained excitedly, "A 'd' tattooed on your forehead is called—'head tattoo 'd'! Do you understand?"
"Uh! I see."
But my eyes widened as I listened, and I vaguely felt a chill run down my spine.
Ignoring my conversation with the other party, Xiao Xian had already begun negotiating with another vampire, saying, "I hope you can hand over Jonak to me. His father, Mr. Edward, is willing to use his influence to exonerate you for the crimes you committed in the Netherlands. In addition, he can provide you with an inexhaustible supply of blood, guaranteeing you a comfortable life for the next two hundred years. What do you think of this deal?"
The vampire with the afro chuckled and said, "Hehehe... It's not that simple. Who knows if you'll keep your promise after handing him over? Actually, our boss has long known that Jonak's father is the famous European tycoon Edward Williamson; otherwise, he wouldn't have deliberately sought to absorb him in the first place. That guy is our talisman; as long as he's in our hands..." Even if she caused a huge disaster, Edward would always be there to cover for her.
The other party's words were clearly a refusal, but Xiao Xian wasn't giving up and continued, "This matter can't be decided by the two of you alone. I want to see your leader, Roger, and ask for his opinion in person."
The vampire shrugged and said with a cold smile, "Unfortunately, our boss isn't here right now, but even if you did see him, I don't think it would be of much use."
The vampire with the tattoo on his forehead suddenly interjected, "Hey! Why are you wasting so much time talking to them? When have we vampires ever cared about human opinions? Our Dark Fang's principle has always been to kill when we want to kill, to drink when we want to drink, without ever needing to negotiate any conditions."
“That’s right!”
Encouraged by his companion, the vampire with the afro began to grin maliciously. “We’ve been holed up in this factory for so long, and haven’t had a proper blood-drinking experience. It’s rare to have two fresh meals delivered to our door tonight. We can finally enjoy a good meal.”
“A meal! Does that mean us?”
I trembled and glanced at Xiaoxian, who nodded silently, clearly accepting being called food.
The vampire with the tattoo on his forehead glanced between Xiaoxian and me, finally settling on her. “Congratulations! It’s you! I love drinking the blood of young girls, especially virgins. Let me have my fill. Maybe after I’ve had my fill, I’ll take pity on you and make you one of us.”
His pale hand slowly reached for Xiaoxian’s neck, but she remained remarkably composed. Her eyes were half-closed, her face showing no fear. I stood to the side, my palms sweating profusely as I gripped the gun. At that moment, I would draw my pistol from my concealed jacket and fire at Xiaoxian's command.
Just as their fingers were about to touch Xiaoxian's delicate neck, she immediately whispered, "...Attack!"
Receiving the order, I drew my pistol and yanked the trigger. A series of "bang bang bang" shots rang out in the silent factory! The powerful recoil made my wrist throb.
But when the noise subsided, the two vampires were still standing there unharmed.
Seeing my terrible shooting skills, Xiaoxian couldn't help but roll her eyes at me, a look of disdain on her face.
"It's not my fault! I've never fired a gun before!"
I quickly protested.
“Trusting you too much seems to have been my mistake,”
Xiao Xian shook her head and sighed. “Sigh…is it really that difficult to find a good subordinate?”
The two vampires, startled, stumbled back a few steps, cursing, “Damn it! You two humans, you actually tried to ambush us!”
The vampire with the tattoo on his forehead was more volatile. His blood-red eyes glared, and he suddenly lunged at Xiao Xian with lightning speed, his white fangs and sharp nails gleaming in the darkness.
But Xiao Xian, with unhurried precision, met his attack with a swift movement, deflecting the vampire's trajectory and sending him crashing to the ground.
The throw was quite beautiful, but the technique Xiao Xian used seemed somewhat similar to the soft, yielding techniques of Tai Chi or Aikido.
This kind of internal martial art, which uses the opponent's force against them, doesn't require much strength or a large physique. As long as you skillfully use the opponent's strength, it can be extremely effective, making it very suitable for a young girl like Xiaoxian.
"Damn it! You human girl, I'm going to torture you to death, drain your blood, and tear you to pieces!"
the vampire roared angrily after being injured.
He got up from the ground, covered in dirt, with a trail of bright red blood flowing from his head from the violent impact. Surprisingly, his wound slowly healed and then quickly disappeared without a trace.
This vampire was quite clever; having learned his lesson once, he didn't dare to use force this time, instead slowly approaching Xiaoxian.
"Danger! Watch out!"
I shouted when I saw the situation was bad, quickly drawing her attention and throwing the gun in my hand at him.
The vampire dodged the attack with a sidestep, but the revolver spun twice behind him before hitting the wall and firing a shot. The last bullet remaining in his head struck the vampire squarely in the heart.
The demon-slaying bullet, made of Mithril silver, was indeed terrifyingly powerful. The vampire screamed in agony, his body erupting in eerie flames before crumbling into a sandcastle and turning to black ash.
"Damn it! You killed Mark Brian!"
The vampire with the afro, seeing his companion dead, charged at us in a rage. The situation was dire, as I was unarmed.
"Here!"
Little Fairy suddenly pulled a small gun from her pocket and tossed it to me, saying, "Hold him off for a bit, give me time to cast my spell."
I looked down and saw that Little Fairy had thrown me a toy water gun. Was that brat going to make me use this to fight the enemy? But with the enemy so close, I didn't have time to think and had to grit my teeth and go for it.
I hurriedly pulled the trigger, and a jet of water shot out from the muzzle, hitting the vampire squarely in the cheek. The vampire screamed, covering his face with his hands and retreating rapidly, steam rising from his palms as if he had been splashed with hot water or strong acid.
"Wow! What is this thing? How is it so powerful?"
I exclaimed in surprise.
"That's holy water. I prayed for it for a whole day and night, so it contains a lot of spiritual power. If an ordinary person touches it, it won't cause any harm, but for a vampire, it's as dangerous as strong acid or poison,"
Xiao Xian answered my question casually while busy rummaging through the box for props.
At this moment, the vampire slowly lowered his hands, and his once handsome face was now covered in festering sores, corroded by the holy water. However, because they have strong regenerative abilities, some areas have gradually healed themselves.
"You...you two human beasts, I...I'll kill you..."
The vampire with the afro seemed to be enraged beyond measure. He trembled with rage, and even his fangs appeared several centimeters longer than before.
His ferocious appearance almost made me lose control of my bladder, so I frantically pulled the trigger again, firing several jets of water.
However, this time he was more cautious. He anticipated my attacks and deftly dodged them all, his sharp fingernails slicing across my right arm, leaving a large wound.
Ignoring the pain, I quickly returned fire, forcing the vampire back several feet. This back-and-forth of attacks and defenses was truly breathtaking, almost making me breathless.
Just as the holy water in the water gun was about to run out, Xiao Xian found the potion she needed. Holding several test tubes, she continuously chanted incantations. Under the influence of the magic, the test tubes erupted with powerful energy one after another.
"Second-level ice spell - Ice Arrow Attack!"
This was the first spell Xiaoxian unleashed. Countless sharp ice arrows, each the size of a stalactite, shot out from the exploding test tube.
"Third-level ice spell - Summoning Ice Serpents!"
This spell produces white mist that forms long, serpentine shapes, relentlessly pursuing the enemy before condensing into ice blocks to freeze them solid—a truly beautiful sight.
"Fourth-level ice spell - Frost Rush!"
This is an instantaneous spell similar to a landmine explosion. Any enemy within its range is engulfed in the icy air and frozen into ice blocks, eventually shattering into fragments.
Since Xiaoxian seemed to really enjoy using ice magic, the abandoned factory quickly transformed into a freezer, the temperature plummeting below zero, causing everyone to shiver uncontrollably.
And to make matters worse, none of the little one's spells hit the vampire.
"Hmm… Little Princess, your aim is a bit off. Why didn't you hit a single one?"
I said, a little worried.
"Shut up!"
Xiaoxian raised her chin, glaring at me unhappily. "Hmph... I hate enemies who don't let me hit them."
Even if she was angry with me, it wouldn't do any good; missing wasn't my fault. Of course, the opponent's quick dodges were also a major reason.
Although Xiaoxian's attack didn't have any real effect, the series of dazzling spells she unleashed seemed to have greatly shocked the vampire.
"Hehehe... So you're a magician! I really misjudged you, my apologies..."
The vampire glared at us fiercely, a cold smile on his face.
"...You're wrong, I'm a witch, not a magician."
Xiaoxian corrected him coldly, her face expressionless.
"It's all the same anyway, let's leave it at that for now! You killed one of our Dark Fangs, and we won't let this go. From now on, you'll never have a peaceful night's sleep again. We have endless time; even if it takes a hundred years, one day we'll plunge our fangs deep into your throats..."
After uttering a few weak threats, the vampire took a few steps back and disappeared into the deep darkness.
However, I think the reason he wanted to run away was because it was already almost five in the morning, and in just over ten minutes it would be dawn. If he didn't run quickly, he'd probably be turned to ashes by the sunlight. According to the
enemy-fighting methods I learned from Xiao Ling, when the enemy runs away, that's when we chase them—in other words, we strike when they're down. Besides, vampires usually hide in their coffins to sleep during the day, which is the perfect opportunity to eliminate them.
However, after I took a few steps, I saw that Xiaoxian was still standing still.
"Why aren't you chasing after him, little princess!"
I urged her a few times, but my feet didn't stop moving, and I continued running.
"Hmph...no, I hate running and sweating."
Xiaoxian turned her head away and said with a look of disgust.
I couldn't help but tear my hair in frustration. What kind of time is this to be acting like a child? The other party has made it clear that we are in trouble. If we don't take this opportunity to finish him off in one go, we'll probably be the ones being chased by him in the future.
"Children shouldn't be so lazy!"
I frowned, grabbed Xiaoxian under my arm, and quickly followed the tracks left by the other party.
Although the vampire had already disappeared, because he had just been injured and the wound hadn't healed yet, there were still some conspicuous bloodstains left on the ground.
We followed this clue and chased through several corridors. We saw that the bloodstains were getting fainter and fainter, indicating that his injury was gradually healing. Judging from the situation, he seemed to be planning to retreat to his coffin to heal his wounds.
Finally, when we chased him to a strange, enclosed room, the bloodstains left by the vampire vanished without a trace.
"Huh! Little Princess, where did his blood go?"
Just as I was wondering, a heavy thud came from behind us, and the door to the room slammed shut automatically, plunging the entire room into darkness.
"What the hell? Open the door!"
After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I immediately pounded on the door, but the thick iron door only responded with a few muffled thuds.
"...We fell for their trap."
Xiao Xian rolled her eyes and scolded me, "See? I told you not to chase them! Why didn't you listen to me?"
"Please! You didn't say that!"
I thought to myself, but it was too late to blame her now.
"How's it feeling to be trapped like a turtle
in a jar?" Through the heavy iron door, I could hear the vampire sneer outside. "This room used to be a factory's cold storage. This insulated iron door is thirty centimeters thick, and the switch is on the outside. You two can't escape. It's almost dawn, so I'll let you go for now. We'll settle our score later tonight."
After saying this, the vampire sneered and walked away. He seemed smarter than he appeared, actually setting a trap to lure us in.
"Damn it! Let us out!"
I angrily pounded on the iron door a few more times, but it only increased the pain in my hands.
"Enough! Stop banging. You're just wasting your energy."
Xiao Xian coldly advised, then looked at my shoulder, frowned, and said, "Really, your wound is bleeding!"
She bent down, took off her shoes, and forcefully tore off her white stockings to tie around my wound, temporarily using it as a bandage.
This first aid method was quite effective; the bleeding from my shoulder stopped quickly, though Xiaoxian's white stockings were stained bright red by my wound.
"Thank you, little princess! I'll buy you a new pair later!"
I said, looking at her bare, white left foot with gratitude.
"...Later?"
But Xiaoxian remained expressionless, instead throwing cold water on my enthusiasm, saying, "Talk to me about later after you escape!"
Xiaoxian's words snapped me back to reality. With no other option, I quickly looked around, trying to find a way out.
Unfortunately, just as the vampire had said, it was a confined space. Although there were a few air vents in the ceiling, they were only a few centimeters wide; unless we could use a shrinking spell, it would be impossible to climb out.

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