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After waiting for a while, just as Zhu Mingyao, unable to contain his curiosity, was about to put on his clothes and climb up to the rooftop for another look, a faint strange sound drifted into his ears on the wind. The boy was startled and listened carefully.

The sound suddenly grew louder and louder, and it seemed to be coming straight at them.

The sound rapidly approached, reaching his rooftop in just a few breaths. The sound grew clearer, interspersed with several classic Chinese curses!

"What a familiar voice..."

Before Zhu Mingyao could even figure out who it was from above, he heard a loud "crack!" and the window of the third-floor living room was smashed to pieces!

Two figures shot into the room one after the other like arrows released from a bow. After a brief contact, they jolted and bounced apart, each taking a corner and facing each other from a distance.

The boy who rushed into the living room saw just such a scene.

A handsome young man with short, choppy hair, wearing a brown jacket, pointed his fingers like a sword at a figure opposite him dressed in black combat gear and wearing a full-coverage military mask, and shouted loudly.

"Are you stupid? You bastard! This is my brother's house! I'll get him to come and chop you up!"

"Bai Ziyuan, you're the real jerk!"

Upon realizing the situation, Zhu Mingyao was instantly enraged and began to hurl insults at the young man.

"You bastard, you actually drove the enemy into my house!"

The young man awkwardly spread his hands, his dark, star-like eyes darting around, and said with a forced smile:

"There's no way to deal with him, he's tough. To shake me off, he's killed six or seven innocent civilians along the way! Luckily, your house is nearby..."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Mingyao narrowed his eyes, waved his hand forcefully, and said angrily:

"What does that have to do with me? You solve your own troubles. At most, I'll help you report it to the authorities."

With that, he turned and left, his steps quick, as if he didn't want to stay a moment longer.

This move seemed to break the balance of the situation. The figure of the man in black opposite him instantly became ethereal, and then suddenly leaped out from the void behind the boy, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing down towards the back of his head!

The next moment, as if he had foreseen the future, Zhu Mingyao bent over and avoided the surprise attack.

Then, with a sudden movement, he grabbed a peach wood ruler that had slipped out of the sleeve of his cotton pajamas and stabbed it hard into the enemy's heart!

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Chapter 18 The Long Christmas Night 3

Among the few acquaintances Zhu Mingyao had in this world, Bai Ziyuan was the most special one.

When he first traveled through time, the first normal person he met was Zhang Shouzhong, and the second person was Bai Ziyuan, who accompanied him on the mission.

Given this connection, coupled with the fact that Bai Ziyuan's elders were acquainted with Zhang Shouzhong and the two families frequently visited each other, and considering that their ages were not significantly different, it was only natural that the two would become friends.

Based on the friendship they'd built up over the years, Zhu Mingyao knew exactly what kind of poop he was going to take the moment he bent over!

He knew that although the other party was flamboyant and unconventional, he was actually quite upright and reliable at heart, and would never bring a powerful enemy to his home without a reason.

The two seemed to be bickering, but in reality, they had already exchanged a lot of information in tacit understanding.

Bai Ziyuan's words clearly revealed that the enemy was powerful, ruthless, and vicious. In order to escape the pursuit, they indiscriminately killed innocent people. If the pursuit continued, the casualties would probably be even greater. However, they were unwilling to let them go, so they came to ask for help.

Zhu Mingyao put on a detached and indifferent demeanor, but that was just a facade. He wasn't a three-year-old child; how could he be so naive as to think that as long as he didn't take sides, the other side would allow him to leave safely?

All this pretense was just to lure the man in black into a trap! And the enemy's surprise attack was exactly what was expected.

Faced with the boy's counterattack, the man in black was only slightly taken aback. With a light wave of his hand, he deflected the incoming Heavenly Ruler to the side, while his other hand shot out like a spring, aiming straight for Zhu Mingyao's throat.

The attack was swift and decisive, revealing the man in black's extensive combat experience.

Just as the fingertips were about to touch the skin, a faint golden light bloomed, like an invisible armor, which blocked the claws for a moment at the critical moment.

[Armor Spell]! A Taoist version of mage armor!

Taking advantage of a lull in the enemy's advance, Zhu Mingyao rolled away with a swift movement, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"Humph!"

The man in black was about to give chase when he suddenly felt a numbness in his lower back. It was as if something extremely tiny had pierced through his magical shield and stabbed into his body. Centered on this, a strange tingling and numb sensation instantly spread throughout half of his body, causing him to stagger and almost fall on the spot.

Zhu Mingyao was well aware of his own abilities and did not expect to achieve victory with a single blow. His real purpose was to create an opportunity for his nefarious friend!

The man in black was ruthless. He first gritted his teeth, turned around, and unleashed a ball of emerald green evil flame to block Bai Ziyuan's subsequent attacks. Then, he used his index and middle fingers to stab hard into the wound on his lower back, digging out a small clump of flesh mixed with the unknown foreign object!

As the thick, dark red blood flowed out, the tingling and numbness in the black-clad man's body gradually subsided. He picked up a thin, bone-white needle about an inch long from the flesh and crushed it into powder with a forceful squeeze, then looked at Bai Ziyuan with a sinister gaze.

"How was it? I told you I'd call my brothers to chop you up, and they really did! How was that White Bone Soul-Slaying Needle you were enjoying?"

The young man wore a smug grin and mocked, but a slight chill ran down his spine.

The White Bone Soul-Slaying Needle is a precious treasure from his lineage, a simplified version of a magical artifact. It is specifically designed to harm the souls of living beings. A single needle can paralyze a strong bull, rendering it unable to move for a long time.

The enemy in front of him took a hit, but only paused slightly before recovering without any further harm, which really surprised him.

Bai Ziyuan is quick-witted. This situation indicates that either the opponent's strength is beyond imagination, or...

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he blurted out:

"You are not alive, you are a ghost..."

No, you did react to the Soul-Slaying Needles, but only to a very slight degree...

Neither life nor death...

You're a vampire!

The moment he finished speaking, the man in black's expression changed drastically!

He reached out in frustration, ripped off his mask, which was already badly damaged in the battle, and threw it heavily on the floor, revealing a blond, blue-eyed man's face behind it. The man stared at Bai Ziyuan with venomous hatred, gritting his teeth as he said each word with clenched teeth:

"You lowly, short-lived creatures! You are—courting—death!"

With a roar, the illusion of disguise vanished, and the black-clad man's aura surged instantly. A pair of half-illusory, half-real spiritual bat wings covered in runes emerged from his back. His facial muscles became withered and sunken, and sharp canine teeth protruded from his mouth. The flesh of his hands quickly turned to ash, leaving only a pair of blood-red skeletal claws.

With a powerful flap of his wings, he shook off all the pale white, fist-sized evil runes adorning his bat wings, which transformed into vengeful ghosts with faces either numb or crazed, flying up and down and attacking all at once.

Now that his identity had been revealed, the man in black stopped trying to hide it and unleashed his full power. An invisible energy wave shot out, and the entire building trembled violently from the impact of the evil energy. Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the walls, making it seem as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

Although his appearance differs somewhat from the legendary image, his imposing appearance, coupled with his chuunibyou (delusional) tone that treats humans like dirt, makes his true identity quite obvious.

"Maintaining a noble appearance is a fine traditional culture of the vampire race! To disfigure yourself in order to practice necromancy is such a betrayal of your ancestors. You should apologize to all the vampire people!"

Despite shouting and yelling, Bai Ziyuan was quick on his feet. With a flick of his left hand, he removed a gleaming white bracelet from his right wrist and tossed it at the onrushing vengeful spirit.

The bracelet spun in the air, then emitted wisps of white light, a chilling glow carrying a captivating allure. The vengeful spirits, bathed in the light, cried out in terror and involuntarily hurled themselves into the bracelet!

With each vengeful spirit it absorbed, the bracelet's radiance increased, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half of the vengeful spirits disappeared!

"stop!"

Seeing this, the black-clad vampire was furious, his eyes blazing with rage. He clasped his hands together and pulled out a long skeletal spear wreathed in ghostly blue flames, which shot towards Bai Ziyuan.

The young man remained calm and composed. With a flick of his finger, the bracelet, trailing a trail of white light, drew a graceful arc in the air, smashing the menacing skeletal spear into a shower of shimmering fragments.

"Thank you for the gift, brother. The items you summoned are all of the highest quality, which are a great help to my magical artifacts!"

The black-clad vampire was no longer paying attention to the young man's taunts; he was frantically trying to bring the ghostly spirits he had been raising back to his side.

He looked at his undead servants, now less than half gone, and felt a pang of heartache that seemed to bleed.

These vengeful spirits and ghosts were all fierce and full of evil energy. They could manifest themselves in broad daylight and harm people. It took him a lot of effort to collect them. Originally, they were hidden away as one of his trump cards and were never shown to anyone.

Who knew that it would be used for the first time today and already suffer so much damage!

It's obvious that they're also experts in the field of death!

A sense of utter absurdity welled up in the black-clad vampire's heart. They had been planning tonight's operation for many days, thoroughly investigating all the forces that might interfere within Los Angeles, including the Asian members of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

I originally thought I would at most encounter Buddhist or Taoist sorcerers skilled in exorcism and purification, but now it seems I've run into fellow practitioners!

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Chapter 19 The Long Christmas Night 4

"These two human brats are really troublesome..."

"Ok?"

The black-clad vampire's thoughts shifted, and the remaining vengeful spirits circled halfway around before rushing towards Zhu Mingyao, who was standing dumbfounded at the living room door.

The power possessed by the human before him was clearly a great counter to his necromancy, so he naturally had to change targets.

Choose the softest persimmons to squeeze!

Although the black-clad vampires had never heard of this Eastern proverb, such principles are universal.

As he manipulated his summoned creatures to attack the boy, he reached out and grabbed a pool of blood from the wound on his lower back, splashing it into the air!

Drops of viscous, asphalt-like blood floated in the air, twisting and transforming into small black and red snakes that slithered through the air, blocking Bai Ziyuan and Zhu Mingyao, clearly trying to prevent the former from rescuing his companion.

However, his caution seemed somewhat unnecessary.

Bai Ziyuan simply summoned the white bone bracelet, knocking the attacking snakes to the ground and turning them back into their original, filthy blood forms, seemingly unconcerned about the safety of his companions.

With no one to stop them and the spirits moving at incredible speed, the group of vengeful souls instantly crossed the entire living room and rushed to Zhu Mingyao's front.

A chilling wind howled, and sharp claws swung. In an instant, the group of ghosts passed right through the seemingly terrified boy, leaving an exaggeratedly large, transparent hole!

Strangely, the large hole was empty, and not a trace of blood flowed out. Zhu Mingyao's entire body rapidly shrank and thinned, turning into a tattered paper figure covered with cinnabar talismans, which floated to the ground.

The black-clad vampire's plan had failed. Shocked and angry, he glanced up and saw a glimpse of clothing at the corner of the stairs. It turned out that the young man had escaped downstairs at some point.

When the black-clad vampire revealed his true form and displayed his profound Western necromancy, Zhu Mingyao was not worried but happy. He knew that this was a sure thing, and he probably wouldn't have to risk his life anymore.

Others may not know Bai Ziyuan's background, but how could he not?

On the surface, his family is the ancestral lineage of the Yinshan Sect, but in secret, they have inherited the lineage of the ancient demonic branch, the Wandering Soul White Bone Sect!

However, times have changed, and now they have cleaned up their act, become upright people, and abandoned all those bloody and cruel magic tricks.

But no matter how the methods are changed, it doesn't affect the fact that they are still top experts in their respective fields.

The black-clad vampire playing with necromancy in front of him was the perfect example of showing off one's limited skills before an expert!

The opponent summoning ghosts to attack was like walking right into a trap; it was practically a gift delivered to their doorstep. Bai Ziyuan was probably secretly laughing so hard his mouth was practically crooked.

Modern society is civilized, and his family no longer dares to kill people to extract souls and refine magical artifacts. The few items he owns are all youth versions refined from the souls of livestock.

As a result, the black-clad vampires summoned such a batch of top-quality goods with rich Yin energy, which they considered a powerful killing move. However, in Bai Ziyuan's eyes, it was simply a case of fat pigs pushing against the door. He seized the opportunity to withdraw, and it was a huge windfall.