[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 11

Chapter Seven: Woman, I am the master of your body!

The fat doctor said with the air of a shrewd businessman.

Lanling was already annoyed, and now he wanted nothing more than to punch that fat face a few times.

Lanling's silence was taken by the fat man as Lanling being embarrassed, and then, in a tone of someone who had been there all along, he said, "Embarrassed? Men, who isn't a bit of a womanizer? It's normal to catch those venereal diseases by chance, but they're not exactly serious either. If you treat them in time, they'll be cured. If you delay... hehe, brother, I'm not kidding, your little brother might even rot away..." *

Slap*...

Lanling couldn't take it anymore. Damn it, he could pretend to be a kind person normally, but now that he was in a bad mood, this fat guy was just asking for trouble.

Although Lanling was down on his luck now, he was much better off than before.

The nourishment from the demon core, along with the energy drain from Beatrice and that female biker, had greatly increased his strength, and he was now almost back to normal.

In the worst of times, he might have worried about not being a match for this fat guy, but now…

The fat doctor covered his face, looking at Lanling with fear. He just couldn't understand

why this kid, who usually seemed so easy to bully,

had suddenly turned into a tiger.

“Go get me some blood plasma, or I’ll tear your penis off and crush it,”

Lanling said viciously.

“Brother, I… I’m doing this for you! There’s nothing shameful about this disease, you don’t have to do this…”

Whether the fat guy was still persistent or trying to beg for mercy, he was convinced Lanling had contracted some kind of shameful venereal disease, which was why he was looking at advertisements everywhere.

Lanling looked at the fat guy and couldn't help but laugh and cry. Damn it, this fat guy is now pretending to be a good person. Damn it! " The blood plasma you sold me is teeming with germs!"

Having calmed down, Lanling didn't want to frighten the fat man, since he'd need to buy blood plasma from him again. So, Lanling hesitated for a moment, then walked over, patted the fat man's cheek, and said, "Go get me some blood plasma. Don't take it personally, I'm feeling down...sigh..."

The fat man's eyes lit up. "What's bothering you? See if I can help?"

Lanling sneered, "You want to see if you can make some more money, right?"

The fat man, unfazed, said, "If there's money to be made, who wouldn't make it? Like you buying blood plasma, if you bought it from someone else, you probably wouldn't get any..."

Lanling couldn't help but look at the fat man with new respect. He sized him up with interest and said jokingly, "Okay. I need to get a fake diploma and fake ID...can you do it?"

The fat man's face immediately paled, and he said in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

Lanling's eyes darted around, and he shouted angrily, " "Damn it, do you think I'm a fugitive? Damn it, don't think I don't know, the guy who robbed me last time was your accomplice. Now you're asking me who I am? If your accomplice had left those documents when he

robbed me, I wouldn't be in this mess!" Anyway, that robber is probably already in the deepest hell, so he won't mind taking the blame, right...?

Hearing Lanling's words, the fat doctor immediately understood. While cursing the bastard who ran off with the money, he chuckled dryly and said, "Brother, what are you talking about? What robbery, what accomplice? I don't quite understand."

Then, feigning concern, he added, "Since you're not a fugitive, but a victim, I'd be happy to help you this once. After all, we're practically acquaintances."

Lanling's eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out, "You mean you can get fake IDs and diplomas?"

"What's a fake? Who uses such low-level stuff these days? Everything I can get is directly registered in the archives and can be found on the Tianlong network… Hehe, but the price is a bit high."

The fat doctor chuckled.

Lanling was secretly overjoyed. Goodness, this was truly a case of finding something without even looking for it! If he had known this fat guy had a way, he wouldn't have had to go through all that trouble searching…

"How much?"

Lanling asked directly.

"One price, two British gold coins…"

The fat doctor had been trying to get Lanling's British gold coins for a long time. His accomplices had run away after robbing him, which he regretted. Now that he had another chance, he was determined to squeeze out two more British gold coins.

Educational certificates and identity documents were exactly what Lanling desperately needed right now. The fact that the fat doctor could provide them already made Lanling extremely happy; why would he care about those worthless gold coins?

"Okay, deal. But I need it by tomorrow evening! I need an archaeology diploma. My name is Lanling!"

Lanling said decisively, writing his name on a piece of paper on the table to make it clearer to the fat man.

Seeing the joy in Lanling's eyes and his unwavering stance, the fat doctor felt an urge to cry. Damn it, he knew he'd overcharged him too much…

"Alright, I'll pay one now, and the other one when I pick it up tomorrow evening."

The fat doctor suddenly became listless, but he didn't forget to get his initial investment. One gold coin was the price he paid for all this; the other one was his profit.

Lanling simply pulled a gold coin from his pocket, tossed it to the fat doctor, and said, "Go get the blood plasma, I'm in a hurry…"

"Okay, I'll go right now. Wait a minute, take a picture first."

The fat doctor didn't waste any words, magically producing a phone, snapping a picture of Lanling, and then hurriedly leaving.

When Lanling returned to the abandoned factory, he stood outside the door for a long time.

He realized he'd wasted too much time tonight. Who knew how that hybrid vixen would punish him!

Sigh…

he'd just consider her punishment the darkness before dawn. Haha, once she was done, he'd drink the blood plasma, and the fox spirit's magic would arouse his lust—that would be dawn!

Sure enough, as Lanling approached the abandoned factory and stood before Beatrice, he was greeted by a powerful punch.

The punch sent Lanling tumbling head over heels, his head spinning.

"Master, I… I didn't mean to… the doctor was too slow getting the blood plasma today, please… please forgive me…"

Lanling murmured, cursing inwardly. Damn little wench, hit me all you want, it doesn't hurt. One punch from you, and I'll fuck you a hundred times later!

Speaking of which, Beatrice hadn't had a good night.

Lanling had been incredibly slow, only returning now. Beatrice was long past her blood-drinking time, and had been tortured for a full half hour. A gift!

If she hadn't truly loved the little fox, she probably would have just sucked its blood. Beatrice was pale and trembling. The punch she

'd just thrown in anger had exhausted the last of her strength. Now, she was leaning against a pillar, swaying as if she might collapse at any moment.

"Blood plasma, you bastard, give me blood plasma!"

Beatrice cried out like a drug addict going through withdrawal.

Lanling hurriedly pulled a bag of blood plasma from his pocket and offered it to Beatrice.

Unfortunately, Beatrice didn't even have the strength to hold the blood plasma. Hesitantly, she said, "Help me open it, hey... put it to my mouth!"

Lanling quickly tore open a piece of the blood bag and brought it to Beatrice's lips. Then, as if to make it easier for Beatrice to drink, he naturally put his hand around Beatrice's back, supporting her body.

"Get away, don't... don't touch me!"

Beatrice drank the blood plasma, looking at Lanling with disgust.

Lanling couldn't help but get angry, cursing inwardly, "What the hell are you pretending to be so proper for? How

could you be so eager and lewd when you were raping me? Damn it!" Come to think of it, Beatrice and Lanling had made love a few times, but each time it was when Beatrice was blinded by desire and couldn't control herself that she pounced on Lanling. When she regained her senses and her desire was satisfied, she would quickly leave, feeling extremely ashamed and hating Lanling even more.

Like drug addicts, whenever they try to excuse themselves, they always blame the drugs, rarely admitting the guilt themselves…

Lanling was reluctant to release Beatrice's body. There was no rush; he figured in less than an hour, this little vixen would be at his mercy again.

Beatrice glared at Lanling and continued to gulp down the blood plasma.

When only a little blood plasma remained, Beatrice suddenly stopped, lowered her head, and offered the plasma to the little fox that had been gazing longingly at the bag.

The little fox bit down on the blood plasma bag, gulped down the remaining plasma, then licked the empty bag, its large, unsatisfied eyes darting around as it looked at Lanling.

Holy crap!

This little fox must remember drinking blood plasma from me last time…

This little fox's intelligence is terrifying.

Lanling was terrified that the little fox would greedily pounce on his blood plasma pouch, allowing Beatrice to discover the plasma. This would not only cause trouble, but the hybrid demoness would also steal the blood plasma she had just tasted.

"Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Lanling whispered.

"Get lost!"

Beatrice gave Lanling a disgusted look and waved her hand.

Lanling felt relieved. He glanced at the little fox, quickly turned, and ran back to his hiding place. Looking back, he saw Beatrice practicing her fox spirit cultivation technique again, and he was overjoyed. He confidently took out the two giant python fangs and began to study them carefully.

After tonight, Lanling had gained a deeper understanding of his body.

It seemed that he could utilize any bone-based tooth, and the harder the bone, the greater the benefit. Furthermore, when using these teeth, he could also use a small amount of the tooth's owner's ability—and it should be the tooth owner's most characteristic ability.

For example, the giant python's fangs allow him to unleash its demonic mist and venom—the most unique abilities of the giant python demon.

What puzzled Lanling was that since he could use other demons' teeth, why couldn't he use his own fangs that had been knocked out?

Completely baffled, Lanling finally calculated that the time was almost up and simply gave up pondering. He turned to look at Belis and began to undress, casually hiding the black bear demon's core and the remaining half of the wolf demon's core under his clothes.

Then, he began to cultivate his emotions, waiting for the "rape" to begin…

It must be said, Lanling was utterly shameless. Even though he was the one who always drained his essence, he pitifully portrayed himself as the victim whenever he thought about it.

One wonders if Belis knew the truth, would the world see its first vampire commit suicide?

"Damn it, I'll have to teach that hybrid vixen a lesson tonight. That punch really hurt..."

Lanling thought of Beatrice's attitude towards him. Even though he was prepared to endure everything, this washed-up zombie god couldn't help but feel a bit angry.

Especially when Lanling thought about the look of disgust Beatrice gave him after she was satisfied with him, he felt even more annoyed. He

could usually tolerate these things and didn't care, but now, don't forget, our washed-up zombie god is depressed. Everyone in this mood might take things to heart now, things that were easy to accept before.

Lanling turned his head and peeked at Beatrice through the gap in the cover. He saw that she was practicing the fox spirit's mental technique and was about to have a sexual outburst.

What puzzled him was, where was that little fox?

Because Beatrice was wearing the tattered clothes that Lanling had previously torn, they were incredibly loose and baggy. Lanling didn't see the little fox nestled in Beatrice's arms, burrowing into the clothes and pressing against her lower abdomen…

After a moment, Beatrice, unable to suppress the lust aroused by the fox spirit's magic, got up and staggered towards Lanling.

Lanling chuckled coldly. Come on, Lanling had made up his mind. This passive feeling was terrible, and the physical pleasure he received was unsatisfying.

Heh heh… Mentally, you can think of yourself as my master… But physically, I'm going to be your master.

Lanling stood up naked, his strong body and ample assets making him look like the most lewd warrior.

Breathless, Beatrice approached, her mind clouded by lust. She vaguely saw a figure lunging at her…

“Master, let me serve you properly…”

Lanling embraced Beatrice, his voice like a spell, his warm breath filling her ear. Finally, Lanling gently traced her earlobe with his tongue.

Mmm…

Beatrice let out a subconscious moan; her body was already ablaze with desire. Lanling’s action was like oil poured into a fire, intensifying her lust.

She clung tightly to Lanling, like an octopus, her large breasts and the soft flesh between her legs rubbing against him.

Before, Beatrice usually pinned Lanling down, and Lanling would feign pitifulness and let her do as she

pleased. But today, Lanling was determined to play with Beatrice’s body, and naturally wouldn’t let her dominate him.

Lanling steadied himself, resisting Beatrice's power. Fortunately, his physical strength was now much greater than before, allowing him to control the situation against Beatrice in her current physical state.

Beatrice, eager but unsatisfied, opened her beautiful eyes.

Before she could react, Lanling moved…

He forcefully moved Beatrice's body, pressing her firmly against a nearby stone pillar, and whispered, "Master, would you like me to serve you?"

"You…"

Beatrice was completely taken aback by Lanling's erratic behavior. She was about to rebuke him, but before the words could leave her mouth, she felt a hand grasp her large breasts, gently kneading them. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable; her very soul seemed to tremble with the movement of that large hand.

Mmm… Yes… Beatrice's last shred of reason completely crumbled under Lanling's skillful teasing. The last vestige of clarity in her eyes turned into lust.

Lanling was secretly pleased with himself, thinking to himself, "You think I'm a newbie? Don't even mention a naive girl like you, even a sensual beauty, I can still make her lose her way."

"Master, what do you want?"

Lanling gently licked Beatrice's collarbone, then bent his leg and squeezed between her thighs, using his knee to gently rub against that sensitive spot.

"Give...give it to me..."

Beatrice moaned, her entire being dominated by desire, revealing only the most primal cravings.

Recalling the arrogant and domineering demeanor of this hybrid vixen, Lanling felt incredibly aroused. Ha, master, slave?

In the torrent of desire, I, Lanling, will always be the master of you, you foolish woman!

"Say it, what do you want? My dear master, I await your command."

Lanling used various flirting techniques and intensified his efforts, yet he still couldn't satisfy Beatrice.

"Give it to me...quickly...quickly..."

Beatrice clung tightly to Lanling, her jade-like hands kneading his strong back, occasionally gripping his buttocks tightly. Her legs clamped together, her body deliberately lowered to meet Lanling's knees, hoping for even more intense friction.

Lanling, that scoundrel, was determined not to satisfy her. The more she lowered herself to meet his advances, the more he would lower his knees to avoid her…

“Do me…do me like before…”

Beatrice finally couldn’t bear it any longer and screamed hoarsely.

Lanling grinned wickedly: “How do I do you?”

As he spoke, Lanling’s hands went around Beatrice’s body and grabbed her plump buttocks. With a forceful lift of his arms, he raised Beatrice’s body slightly, so that her large breasts were right in front of Lanling’s face. Lanling chuckled and leaned in to suck on one of her rosy nipples.

In this state of unsatisfied desire, such stimulation was even more unbearable for Beatrice. She let out a sharp scream, shook her head violently, grabbed Lanling’s head with both hands, dug her fingers into Lanling’s hair, and forcefully pressed Lanling’s head against her chest.

Huff…

Oh my god!

Are you trying to suffocate me!

Beatrice's breasts were incredibly well-developed, a fatal attraction for any man. But... but as Lanling's mouth and nose were engulfed in them, he realized that these beautiful breasts weren't just a sex bomb, they could also be murder weapons!

He tried to break free, but Beatrice held on too tightly.

In desperation, Lanling's fingers, which were gripping Beatrice's buttocks, suddenly moved downwards, pressing against her beautiful, wrinkled anus. At the same time, he gently bit her nipple...

Ah...

stimulated in both places simultaneously, Beatrice let out a long moan, momentarily losing focus. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lanling quickly freed his hands...

Huff... Lanling gasped for breath. These blonde, blue-eyed women were indeed like those barbarians from his original world—damn, they were reckless when they got going!

Lanling put Beatrice down, afraid of being suffocated by her breast tactics again.

Although his hands were reluctant to leave that anus, he still reluctantly pulled away.

As soon as Beatrice's feet touched the ground, she hugged Lanling tightly again, rubbing her breasts against his chest muscles, moaning softly...

How many men could maintain their rationality in front of such a lustful woman?

Lanling had initially intended to play with her, but after her continuous teasing, his lower body was already throbbing with desire...

Lanling's breathing became rapid. He pressed Beatrice tightly against the stone pillar, his hands roaming freely over her body.

Oh...

Beatrice let out a groan. During their rubbing, Lanling's large penis had slipped between her legs, the shaft intimately contacting her warm, moist opening. With their movements, the shaft rubbed back and forth against her entrance.

Lanling felt extremely stimulated; he could clearly feel that Beatrice's lower body was already overflowing with desire.

"Quick, give it to me... I want... I want..."

Beatrice squeezed her legs together, as if afraid the massive thing would leave, muttering incessantly like a dream.

"Give... give you what!"

Lanling gasped, still somewhat unwilling, determined to tear off this woman's mask, only then would it be truly exhilarating and stimulating.

"Insert... insert that thing into me... hurry..."

Beatrice's voice was already trembling with tears, one hand already reaching down to grab the thing that could relieve her pain.

Lanling had long been unable to restrain himself, and now that his wish had been fulfilled, seeing this usually arrogant woman utter such lewd words, he stopped deliberately teasing her. He used both hands to forcefully press Beatrice's body to the ground, lifting her round, slender legs onto his shoulders, moving closer, and repeatedly pressing his lower body against that moist, hidden source.

Mmm... mmm...

Beatrice groaned loudly, her arms trying to grab Lanling's shoulders to pull him forward.

"Master, come on..."

Lanling whispered, then his lower body suddenly plunged in, the massive member driving deep into that lubricated source.

Boom...

Beatrice, tormented by desire for so long, felt her mind go blank, her body as if being dragged to the clouds.

Ah...

Her body, suppressed for so long, was suddenly liberated; the instantaneous pleasure of the massive member striking her clitoris quickly brought her to orgasm.

Lanling felt the gushing of her vaginal fluids, the warm, moist body seeming to suckle incessantly. This feeling made him feel incredibly good.

"My dear master, this is just the beginning..."

A smile played on Lanling's lips. A woman's body is most sensitive at the moment of orgasm, much more sensitive than usual. Lanling certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity pass him by. He gripped Beatrice's waist with both hands, thrusting and conquering her forcefully, giving her no chance to breathe.

Oh…oh…

waves of pleasure washed over Beatrice's body like a surging tide. She felt like a small boat adrift in a stormy sea, her body bobbing on the crest of a wave.

*Slap slap…

* The sounds of flesh colliding made the scene even more lewd. Beatrice shook her head violently, the beads of sweat adding to the air of desire throughout the factory.

Chapter Eight: "The Perverted Serial Killer"

In the dark, abandoned factory, two pale bodies were intertwined, releasing their most primal desires…

Neither of them saw the pale pink fox not far away, its large eyes watching everything intently.

A moment later, the fox's bright eyes suddenly darted around, scanning its surroundings, as if it had sensed something attracting it.

*Whoosh…*

The fox's body moved like a pink lightning bolt, quickly darting to a spot not far from Lanling and Beatrice. Its eyes darted around, and finally, it approached Lanling's discarded clothes, nuzzling them with its small mouth.

A moment later, the little fox unearthed the bag of blood that Lanling had secretly kept. Its eyes lit up, and it tore open the bag, greedily sucking up the blood.

As the little fox moved, two beads emitting a faint blue glow rolled out from under its clothes.

One was the size of an egg, perfectly round and full, while the other was noticeably shriveled—the demon cores of the black bear demon and the wolf demon that Lanling hadn't yet had time to absorb!

The demon core, detached from the demon's body, was extremely soft, its inner glow flowing, piquing the little fox's curiosity.

She tentatively pried at the core with her paw, then slowly approached, sniffed it, and gently picked it up.

*Pfft...*

The little fox's teeth were far too sharp for the soft demon core; she bit through the black bear demon's core, its essence flowing into her mouth.

When the black bear demon's core was completely shriveled, the little fox licked her lips, seemingly unsatisfied, and went to pick up the wolf demon's core.

This time, it was a piece of cake; the little fox bit through the core and sucked up the remaining half of the demon essence.

A short while later, the little fox's body emitted a faint blue glow. She staggered as if drunk, swaying as she reached a corner before collapsing to the ground, lifeless...

Lanling was completely unaware of all this; all he knew was conquest, conquest, and more conquest!

He made Beatrice kneel on the ground, her body arched, which was more suitable for his thrusting.

Amidst the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, Lanling's massive member appeared and disappeared behind Beatrice, milky white, viscous fluid being squeezed and splashed. Beatrice's plump, pert buttocks were pounded into various lewd shapes.

Beatrice pressed her hands to the ground, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her body thrusting backward forcefully to meet him…

Oh… Oh… I want… I want…

Beatrice was practically babbling incoherently at this point. Lanling's conquest was too intense. In the past, when Beatrice was in control, Lanling would begin his sexual stimulation only after she reached orgasm. But today, Lanling was determined to prioritize physical pleasure; sexual stimulation was secondary.

A relentless surge of pleasure assaulted Beatrice's body, three consecutive orgasms nearly bringing her to the brink of unconsciousness...

Lanling's hands left Beatrice's slender waist, circled around her body, and grasped her large breasts, which swayed with each thrust. He forcefully lifted her upper body, kneading and enjoying the two soft, elastic mounds while continuously thrusting in and out.

"M-Master, how does it feel?"

Lanling asked in a low voice, panting heavily.

"I want, I want, give it to me..."

Beatrice's voice was weak, tinged with tears, and she screamed desperately, grabbing Lanling's hands that were touching her breasts, desperately responding.

Another orgasm... was about to arrive.

Lanling clearly sensed the changes in Beatrice's body, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, he closed his eyes, and began the final round of frenzied thrusting.

Oh...

Beatrice groaned loudly, her whole body tensing, her head thrown back.

Lanling's lower body writhed slightly, his cultivation technique timely activated, fully absorbing Beatrice's gushing yin essence.

Unlike before, this time Lanling used a little trick. He didn't completely drain all the essence that Beatrice had gained from her cultivation that day; instead, he cleverly left some behind…

After a while, Beatrice's body lay limply on the ground, motionless.

Lanling pressed down on her, feeling the elasticity of Beatrice's buttocks in his lower abdomen, and the trembling of her body after her orgasm, like a small mouth sucking.

So good!

This comfort almost made Lanling fall asleep on Beatrice.

Unfortunately, this moment only lasted a short while. When Beatrice regained her senses, she discovered that the bastard was on top of her, and there was something soft inserted into her lower body, which enraged her!

Bang…

Lanling shot out like a cannonball, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Thank goodness!

Damn it, thankfully his little brother had finished and gone soft; if he had fallen while still erect, it would have broken.

Lanling scrambled to his feet, looking at Beatrice with a pained expression. He had anticipated this scene and had even made some preparations for it.

"Master...I..."

Lanling said, his

face contorted with grief. Beatrice was still exhausted. The memories from just now surfaced in her mind like fragments. Although she could only recall some pieces, those fragments filled her with shame and indignation, making her want to commit suicide!

"Bastard! What did you do to me!"

Beatrice's face was flushed red, her eyes almost spitting fire as she shouted angrily.

"Master, it was your order..."

Lanling immediately turned the tables, acting even more vehemently than Dou E.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!"

Beatrice's voice trembled, her teeth grinding together.

Lanling pleaded, "Master, please, I am your most loyal servant, please spare me... Think about it, if it weren't for your orders, would I dare to offend you? Before... just the last few times, I... I lay on the ground, letting you..."

"Shut up!"

Beatrice, increasingly ashamed, shouted angrily, interrupting Lanling.

"Master, don't kill me! I will serve you for the rest of my life, to be your most loyal vampire descendant!"

Lanling hurriedly pledged his loyalty.

Fragments of memories gradually overlapped in Beatrice's mind. Was that woman, that wanton woman, really herself?

Heavens!

What had possessed her? To actually beg this bastard for such a shameful thing...?

She felt incredibly ashamed and indignant, but undeniably, the wonderful feeling was too intense. Even now, thinking about it made Beatrice tremble slightly.

She suddenly stood up, pondering how to deal with this despicable fellow.

Kill him?

But given her current situation, could she survive alone? "I'm afraid I won't even be able to get blood plasma.

I won't kill him... but I certainly won't let him off!"

Beatrice slowly approached Lanling, her face ashen, making Lanling wary. Was this hybrid vixen really going to kill him at all costs?

Lanling secretly prepared himself; if this woman made a move, he would retaliate immediately.

Beatrice's body emitted a faint crimson mist; the punishment for the vampire descendant was about to descend!

Lanling felt the agonizing pain of his boiling blood again, so intense that he almost ground his teeth to powder. To make this woman stop sooner, Lanling exaggeratedly collapsed to the ground, groaning and screaming, his expression horribly contorted, his body curled up as if he had a seizure…

Beatrice looked at the suffering Lanling and felt a slight sense of relief. "Damn it, since I can't kill you, I'll make you wish you were dead. I'll use your pain to make up for the shame I've suffered."

Suddenly!

Beatrice's expression turned to surprise.

Why does my energy seem to have increased? Usually, I'm exhausted after doing that, but why am I so energetic today?

Could it be because of what just happened…?

Beatrice's face flushed crimson, her gaze towards Lanling filled with complex emotions.

Lanling's little trick had finally worked. This was exactly the effect he wanted—leaving a trace of his essence to confuse Beatrice, making her believe that the way they had made love just now was the best way.

The mist surrounding Beatrice's body gradually dissipated.

Lanling's pain gradually lessened. Lying on the ground, watching Beatrice's silent departure, a triumphant smile appeared on his pained face. "

My dear… when you realize you're addicted, you'll truly beg me. Desire itself is an abyss, and you're falling into it step by step…"

After a while, Lanling struggled to his feet. Damn it, what kind of restriction did that hybrid vixen place on him? Why was it so painful?

To alleviate his weakness, Lanling staggered to his clothes, preparing to take out the bag of blood and secretly suck it dry…

"Damn it!

That little fox!"

Lanling held the empty blood bag, almost driven mad with anger, but dared not make a sound. "

Little fox! Damn

it, if you push me too far, I'd rather forgo the blood beast and use your blood to satisfy my hunger…" Lanling cursed silently, his face contorted with grief, reluctantly picking up his clothes and returning to his hiding place to sit down and rest to alleviate his exhaustion.

In a corner…

After an unknown amount of time, the little fox suddenly scrambled to her feet, her body radiating a pale red glow that made her appear almost transparent, faintly visible. On her lower abdomen, a fingernail-sized cyan orb of light was constantly rotating.

Good heavens!

What kind of changes had those two demon cores caused in the little fox?

As a demon in her true form, she belonged to the same species as the black bear demon and wolf demon, having cultivated together. She didn't need to extract the essence from the demon cores like Lanling did with zombie energy…

What path had this accidental encounter with the two demon cores led this little fox down?

One thing was certain: no matter how she evolved, her destiny was to be Lanling's blood beast…

A moment later, the strange changes in the little fox disappeared. She staggered towards Beatrice, and as soon as she reached Beatrice's side, she slumped down and fell fast asleep.

For an entire day,

Beatrice remained seated, seemingly without even opening her eyes, and didn't even touch her beloved little fox.

Lanling remained seated, a sense of unease creeping in. What if the fat man couldn't get the identification and academic credentials ready on time?

Evening arrived amidst his anxiety.

Lanling sat closer to Beatrice and tentatively said, "Master, I'm going to work. To earn money to buy you blood plasma..."

Beatrice didn't move, only humming in response, without even glancing at Lanling.

Lanling didn't say anything more, turning and hurriedly heading out of the factory while straightening his clothes.

With a nervous heart, Lanling arrived at the hospital entrance, where the fat doctor was waiting with a smile. Upon seeing Lanling, the doctor held out his hand and said, "Give me the money."

Lanling asked, "Where are the things?"

"Don't worry about me,"

the fat doctor said smugly, pulling a paper bag from his pocket and handing it to Lanling.

Lanling opened the bag; a certificate and a card slid out. The certificate was red, bearing the four gold-embossed characters for "Graduation Certificate," and the card was the identity document from the Tianlong Kingdom.

Lanling first picked up the ID card; the photo was the one Fatty had taken with his phone last night—and, to be honest, he looked quite handsome.

After "place of origin," there was a string of place names. Lanling felt completely unfamiliar with them.

Fatty explained, "You didn't tell me about your place of origin last night, so I just told them to write something random. This place is very remote..."

Lanling nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the academic certificate. He glanced at it and his eyes widened immediately.

Holy crap!

This is a bit too much...

Tianlong City, Tianlong University, Archaeology College... Tianlong City is the capital of the Tianlong Kingdom, and Tianlong University is the top university in the entire Tianlong Kingdom, ranking among the top ten universities even in the eastern and western continents of the Fengyun Continent.

"How about it? Satisfied? But I have to tell you, these kinds of documents are the hardest to get, especially from this school... Sigh, I had to beg them to agree. But it costs an extra gold coin. I know you're generous and in a hurry, so I'll personally agree on your behalf..."

the fat doctor said with a smile. Still unwilling to give up, he insisted on deducting another gold coin from Lanling.

Lanling cursed inwardly, "Damn it, who needs your meddling, you fatso?

This academy is so high up, it'll easily attract attention."

However, it was too late to say anything now; he'd need those two certificates soon, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"Brother, pay up,"

the fat doctor said, extending his chubby hand.

Lanling thought this guy was really resourceful; he might need him sometime, so he didn't make things difficult and pulled two British gold coins from his pocket, tossing them into the fat man's hand.

The fat man's eyes immediately lit up. He played with the two gold coins with obvious delight, saying, "Brother, just tell me what you need in the future. I'm well-connected in both the legitimate and underworld circles. Don't let my doctor status fool you; I'm known as the 'Roadblock' in the underworld..."

The fat man boasted, spitting everywhere, until he finally looked away from the gold coins and realized Lanling was already gone.

Ling Xue stood at the entrance of the cultural relics appraisal building. Beside her, Ya Si frowned deeply, her face full of resentment as if someone owed her a fortune.

Last night, listening to Ya Si's tearful complaints, Ling Xue's previously wavering resolve hardened. Ya Si had no reason to lie to her at this point. It seemed Lan Ling's claim that Ya Si was deliberately retaliating after being rejected in love was pure fabrication.

That guy was too insidious; with just a few words, he gained Qiu Yan's support, leaving Ya Si humiliated and misunderstood.

Ling Xue's suspicions of Lan Ling grew stronger. During the day, she even went to the mental hospital to see the bartender. Unfortunately, the bartender's appearance was indeed severely disfigured, and no one was willing to pay for plastic surgery. She was now increasingly insane; it was difficult for her to even speak properly, let alone obtain any valuable clues. She would become hysterical and scream wildly at anyone she saw.

According to the doctor, the bartender was beyond saving. For Ling Xue, the chances of obtaining evidence of Lan Ling's crimes from the bartender were zero!

Currently, Ling Xue's only valuable clue is the description of Lan Ling's eyes when the female bartender wasn't insane—his eyes had a bluish glint? Moreover, Ya Si had also mentioned seeing a bluish glint in this guy's eyes before.

"That bastard's here! Damn it, I'm going to fight him to the death!"

Seeing Lan Ling rushing towards them, Ya Si's eyes blazed with rage, and she bared her teeth and claws, ready to attack. Unfortunately, this girl was always a coward, all bark and no bite. Her words were harsh, but her eyes kept glancing at Ling Xue.

"Don't be impulsive, this guy might be dangerous..."

Ling Xue said, frowning.

"Ah? Dangerous?"

Ya Si's face turned pale instantly, her previous ferocity vanishing. Ling Xue was a police officer in the Major Crimes Unit, handling serious cases; the danger she spoke of must be something truly terrifying.

A chill ran through Ya Si. She instinctively moved closer to Ling Xue and tentatively asked, "Cousin, is that bastard more than just a petty thief? Did he commit other serious crimes?"

Ling Xue glanced at Ya Si and said, "Anyway, be careful. I don't have any evidence yet."

Ya Si suddenly grabbed Ling Xue's arm, looking at Lan Ling with the fear of a rabbit eyeing a wolf, and said nervously, "Cousin, I...I'm a little scared..."

Ling Xue couldn't help but chuckle. She knew her cousin, whom she had grown up with, very well. She was all bark and no bite, always talking a big game but doing little, and loved to bully others. She was usually bursting with a sense of justice, but when things got serious, she'd be terrified and cry.

"It's alright, I'm here. What are you afraid of?"

Ling Xue said.

"Cousin, tonight...why don't you come stay at my house tonight..."

Ya Si whispered, "This bastard wouldn't...wouldn't he kill me to cover it up?"

"Ah, I remember now, this bastard couldn't have just stolen something. He...he must have wanted to rape me and then kill me..."

Hearing Ling Xue mention that Lan Ling wasn't simple, Ya Si immediately let her imagination run wild, scaring herself. Thinking back to when Lan Ling had caused her eyes to turn black and damaged the voltage, how could it be just a simple theft?

"Ya Si, what are you saying?"

Ling Xue said, amused. "Why are you still so timid? You're a grown woman now."

"Who...who's timid...I'm just providing information...Cousin, hurry up and arrest him as a rapist and murderer, preferably, preferably with a life sentence, um...this scum must be locked up in the most secure prison..."

Ya Si said nervously.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely take her words as a joke, but Ling Xue had many years of experience in handling cases, and out of a professional instinct, she asked, "What information did you provide?"

"I remember now, that day, this scum looked at me like he wanted to eat me up, he must have wanted to scare me unconscious first, and then rape and murder me..."

Ya Si said very seriously.

"You...I really admire you, how can a grown woman talk about rape and murder like that?"

Ling Xue looked at Ya Si and said with a headache.

That's what she said, but Ya Si's words touched a nerve in Ling Xue. Catherine had engaged in sexual activity before her death. According to the forensic examination, her cause of death was being drained of her blood…

It should be noted that the vampire race has been sealed away for many years, and vampires have not appeared on the Fengyun Continent for a long time. Moreover, information about the vampire race is a closely guarded secret, which Ling Xue naturally wouldn't have access to. Therefore, the current cause of Catherine's death is only based on the forensic doctor's judgment that Catherine was drained of her blood by a perverted method.

"Could this guy be a crazed sex offender?"

Ling Xue pondered. Among the cases she knew, there were many examples of serial killers, such as Jack the Ripper, Hannibal Lecter, the Chainsaw Massacre… and so on. These murderers had in common that they were perverted, cruel, and possessed high intelligence. They were also adept at hiding their true nature, and many of them were captured in ways that even their neighbors couldn't believe—that someone who seemed so kind and gentle was actually a chilling monster.

Ling Xue felt a chill run down her spine. She never imagined that her final battle before leaving the police force and Qinglong City would be against such a terrifying demon. Her

innate hatred of evil resurfaced, and Ling Xue thought that if this demon wasn't brought to justice, countless innocent victims would suffer.

"Cousin, what will you do when you leave Qinglong City for the True Martial Arts Academy in a few days? I…I want to go with you…"

Ya Si's words reminded Ling Xue again that her time in Qinglong City was running out…

A bold idea flashed through Ling Xue's mind. In fact, she had done similar things many times before, but this was the first time she had faced such a terrifying criminal.

Ling Xue made up her mind and suddenly strode towards Lan Ling…

Lan Ling saw Ling Xue and Ya Si from afar, inwardly cursing these two women for being so persistent.

However, she wasn't nervous. Now that she had her identification and academic credentials, she was no longer afraid of the policewoman's harassment.

Seeing Ya Si and Ling Xue talking incessantly, occasionally glancing in his direction, he guessed that the two women were definitely plotting something against him.

Lan Ling was furious and secretly vowed that if these two women continued to cause him trouble, he wouldn't hesitate to be ruthless!

Although the policewoman's energy was terrifying, Lan Ling might not be unable to handle her now.

The giant python's fangs, while not possessing immense power, were insidious and unpredictable, its venomous venom and mist impossible to defend against.

Just as Lan Ling was pondering this, he suddenly saw Ling Xue walking towards him. His heart skipped a beat, but he maintained a composed expression and went to meet her.

"You were lucky last night. I didn't expect you to dare come again tonight!"

Ling Xue said with a cold smile.

"Lucky? Was I lucky last night? Sigh… I was just unlucky. Not only did I accidentally step in dog poop, but I also attracted a female dog that kept chasing and biting me…"

Lan Ling said dejectedly.

This was too obvious; even a fool could tell it was an insinuation about Ling Xue's persistent pestering. Ling Xue's pretty face turned pale with anger, and she said coldly, "I won't let you off tonight. If I don't see your identification, you'd better watch out."

Lan Ling smiled nonchalantly and said, "Identification? No need to come to my house, I've already brought it."

He then took out the paper bag and handed it to Ling Xue.

"Ah, this bastard actually graduated from Tianlong University?"

Ya Si exclaimed in surprise, looking at Lan Ling's graduation certificate.

Ling Xue's face also showed surprise, and she said, "I've noted down the graduation certificate number. I'll check it; there are so many fakes these days..."

Lan Ling's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the damned fatso might be lying to him. If the graduation certificate number wasn't stored on Tianlong University's network, it would be exposed immediately.

"What, are you scared?"

Ling Xue sneered.

"Ha."

Lan Ling laughed and said, "I'm afraid of everything, but I'm not afraid of your checking."

"That's for the best,"

Ling Xue said.

Lanling smiled dismissively and said, "Excuse me, I have to go into class. If you two ladies want to play, you should find someone else."

With that, Lanling took the paper bag containing the documents from Ling Xue, walked past them, and headed towards the building.

"Cousin, he…"

Ya Si cried out anxiously as Lanling left.

Ling Xue interrupted Ya Si, saying, "Let me check if his documents are real first."

"Ah, even if they are real, what does that prove? Education doesn't determine whether someone is a criminal. Let's arrest him quickly."

Ya Si was terrified and desperately wanted to persuade Ling Xue to put that bastard in a life sentence without asking any questions.

Then, Ling Xue went into class to keep an eye on Lanling, but Ya Si refused to go, even giving up her beloved art appraisal.

It's clear that people can be incredibly frightening; I've never seen such a timid girl before…

Lanling's lesson went quite smoothly. With the certificate as a foundation, the gloom in her heart dissipated, and the class returned to its usual brilliance, drawing continuous cheers from the students.

Three people were noticeably missing from the classroom: Ling Xue and Ya Si. Lanling wished she could never see those two women again. Qiu Yan's absence, however, puzzled her.

Could she have been injured last night?

When class ended, Lanling went straight to Su Qingyuan's office.

After knocking a few times, Su Qingyuan called out from inside, "Come in!" Lanling pushed open the door and entered the office, where she saw Su Qingyuan staring blankly at several photos.

"Mr. Su, these are my identification and academic credentials,"

Lanling said respectfully, placing the paper bag containing the documents on Su Qingyuan's desk.

Su Qingyuan hummed in agreement, opened the paper bag, and exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder you're so young yet have such profound knowledge of archaeology. You actually graduated from the Archaeology Department of Tianlong University! Tsk tsk, when I was young, I longed to attend the Archaeology Department of Tianlong University the most."

Then, Su Qingyuan said with interest, "Lanling, I'm curious, with such a high degree, how did you end up like this? Hehe. I don't mean anything by it, don't overthink it."

Lanling cursed the fat guy inwardly for taking it upon himself to act, which had indeed brought him trouble. His mind raced, and he forced himself to make up a story, "When I graduated... I..."

Making up a story wasn't that easy, especially since Lanling didn't know anything about Tianlong University. Even if he made something up, without any basis, it would only create more flaws. For a moment, Lanling looked troubled, his heart pounding, and he spoke haltingly and vaguely.

Seeing Lanling's predicament, Su Qingyuan laughed and said, "Forget it, I won't ask anymore. There are too many malpractices in this era. Even in the past, there were top students from Great Britain selling candied hawthorns... There are always unspeakable hardships. But you haven't given up on archaeology yet, which is the right thing to do!"

Lanling secretly wiped away a bead of sweat, thinking to herself that this old man was really understanding. Luckily, luckily...

Who knew that Su Qingyuan's next words would almost make Lanling collapse in fright.

"That's perfect. There's a student from the Archaeology Department of Tianlong University in this archaeological team. Speaking of which, she's your alumna, but I don't know if you know her. Her name is Ya Jie, the youngest professor in the Archaeology Department. Do you remember Ling Xue from your classroom? Ya Jie is her mother..." Oh

my god!

This was like a bolt from the blue!

Lanling was so shocked she almost collapsed to the ground. "Damn it," she thought, "is this even letting a zombie live?"

Su Qingyuan, oblivious to Lanling's expression, continued, "With these documents, you can smoothly join the archaeological team. By the way, the appraisal class is off tomorrow night. Do you have time?"

Lanling paused, realizing it was the weekend. A little nervous, wondering why Su Qingyuan was asking, she tentatively asked, "Old Su, is there something you need?" "Oh, nothing much," Su Qingyuan replied.

"There's a small banquet at my house tomorrow night. I'm hosting the archaeologists from out of town and introducing you to them."

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