He was unwilling to let it go, unwilling to let it go. Mo Yunchen must pay the price, he must!
The night enveloped Jingdu City as a drunken man staggered into the alley from a distance. The streetlight was dim, hardly illuminating the road surface.
"Beautiful girl, come over to big brother here." The drunken man saw a girl walking by, revealing a lewd smile in his drunken haze. The girl ran away in fright, while the drunken man scoffed and walked into the alley, humming a cheerful song.
In the darkness, a tall figure appeared in the alley. The drunken man stopped in his tracks, laughing, "Who dares to block my way, seeking death?"
The drunken man walked forward, not seeing the flash of red that vanished in the night from the tall man in front of him.
"Dammit, who’s blocking my way?" The drunken man, still inebriated, stumbled over an object, cursing as he kicked it with his foot, only to realize something was amiss. Looking down, he saw a person lying on the ground, stiff, with a look of horror, and a gory wound on the neck where it had been twisted, oozing blood.
"Ah... murder, murder!" The drunken man’s sobriety returned substantially, and he thought to run away.
A force pulled the drunken man backward, and he, filled with fear, tried to scream but was choked before he could make a sound. The hand around his neck was cold as a corpse. The body behind him pressed close, chilling him to the core.
"Don’t... don’t kill me, please don’t kill me."
The drunken man shook his head in fear, and before he could say more, his neck was snapped. A head with long black hair buried itself into his neck, fiercely sucking his blood dry, then tossed him aside and wiped the corners of its mouth with slender fingertips.
It turned and left the gloomy alley, returning to Old Black’s home.
Old Black lived alone, and as Qi Shangyi went out to feed, he paced nervously inside the house, scared to death.
When the door was pushed open and Old Black saw the tall figure entering, he hurried over, "You’ve returned."
"Not... not yet. Just give me some time, I’m really trying to find her," Old Black said fearfully, recalling how Emperor Qi Yuan, Qi Shangyi, had ordered him to search for the lost item since that day, providing him with a sketch.
Qi Shangyi didn’t even glance at Old Black, walked into the room, and lay on the bed like a corpse.
Old Black swallowed hard; living with a thousand-year-old corpse that drank human blood in the house, he had been too scared to sleep for several nights, and during the day, he searched for the lost item with the sketch in hand.
A sketch of a beautiful woman, her smile delightful and captivating, along with a pile of burial artefacts. How was he supposed to find them?
Old Black looked at a sketch not far away, the picturesque beauty smiling radiantly, stunningly attractive.
That must be Qingqing, as mentioned by Emperor Qi Yuan. Could she be his wife? Buried with him but stolen away.
The corpses at the alley entrance were discovered by people on their way to work as dawn broke the next day, and their terrified screams woke up the late sleepers.
Police cars arrived quickly at the scene and cordoned off the area.
The alley was crowded with people, all pointing and talking about the two dead bodies.
"I hear their blood was drained, is that right?"
"Yes, look at all the blood on the ground, it’s horrifying. Seems like their necks were twisted."
"What kind of person is this terrifying, actually draining blood? Could it be a zombie or a vampire?"
"Where in this world would there be zombies and vampires? Don’t scare people."
Inside the cordon, the squad captain, Liang Liang, squatted down to examine the two bodies. The coroner took out instruments and checked, "The victims likely died around one o’clock last night, with the two deaths not far apart in time. The preliminary conclusion is that they were killed by neck-twisting, and their blood was drained."
Liang Liang was shocked, "Drained of blood?"
What kind of person would drain blood? Could it really be vampires? No, it’s not possible, how could there be vampires in this world?
Liang Liang felt a chill up his spine, his body cold!
He didn’t know that in the following days, several more bodies would be found, dead in the same manner.
Days later, another similarly brutal murder occurred, the victim’s neck twisted and blood drained.
A female reporter was covering the murder case when a tall, thin man with a somewhat dark complexion burst into their camera’s view, carrying some sketches. The tired and panicked man held up the sketches toward the camera and yelled, "Whoever took Emperor Qi Yuan’s things, please return them. I’m begging you, just consider Old Black pleading with you. If you don’t return them, he will come back for you. He has come back to life, he will come to find you."