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Despite the broken and cracked frame, the rearview mirror was still polished to a shine, reflecting the golden sunrise on the eastern horizon. The old Ford RV swayed and squeezed in front of the toll station leading out of the city.

"This is so slow," Scott complained, glancing at the long line of cars ahead, his mind already wandering to his travel destination. "It looks like a temporary checkpoint; I saw 'FBI' written on one of the cars."

The girl beside him seemed to have no desire to speak; she simply took a can of milk and buried her head in the atlas, which made him feel a little bored.

"Temporary inspection." The pale-skinned man in black uniform opened the car door, coldly scanning the room before his gaze fell on the cross on Jacob's chest. Sensing the faint aura of holiness that disgusted him, his pupils contracted slightly.

"Damn charlatans..." he cursed under his breath, took the documents the old man handed him, flipped through them haphazardly, gave the three men a cursory look, and then turned and left without looking back.

The car started with a whoosh, and a dozen minutes later it was on the interstate highway. As the invisible spiritual power that had been hanging over the sky gradually faded, the girl's muscles, which had been twisted like steel wires, relaxed, and a barely perceptible curve appeared on her lips.

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away, in a hotel room, a soft, white blanket lay loosely on the bed, outlining a blurry mark, as if its owner was still lying there.

The room appeared empty, but if someone listened carefully, a soft snoring sound could be heard echoing slowly.

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Time flies, the blood-red setting sun is embraced by darkness, and a hazy moon slowly rises in the east. A serene and distant atmosphere descends upon the earth once again, the two alternating and enacting an ancient cycle.

Under the eaves of a simple villa in the suburbs, several small, jet-black bats hung upside down. They blinked their scarlet eyes, and the fine down on their long ears trembled slightly as they caught the fragmented words faintly coming from inside the house. They looked at each other and revealed a very human-like bitter smile.

"Still no news? You're all a bunch of useless trash!" The deep, angry rebuke poured into my ears through the microphone, like a steel blade hanging over my scalp, making me feel like I had thorns in my back.

"Lord Craven, we've been under lockdown for over two months. Perhaps... Serena already left before that?"

The middle-aged man in a dark blue suit wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and responded cautiously.

"Impossible! Although she stole the blood mark she left in the family, it will take at least three or four months to completely destroy it. Before that, as the head of the family, I could vaguely sense her presence. She has never left New Orleans!" the angry voice on the other end of the phone shouted.

"We must find that innocent little princess immediately. His Highness needs a servant of appropriate status; he has asked several times already!"

"But...but even with official permission, our search has provoked a lot of resistance, and there have been many superhumans entering and leaving the area recently, making it difficult for us to check them all..." The middle-aged man said, forcing himself to speak out about his predicament.

In a Chicago mansion thousands of miles away, the current ruler of the Night family, the leader of the Federation's most famous vampire branch, paced back and forth quickly with his hands behind his back.

Craven's intense frustration was almost tangible, so much so that he didn't even notice when the expensive Persian carpet beneath his feet was inadvertently kicked to pieces by his unnatural strength.

His eyes flashed with a cold light as he weighed his options for a moment before finally making up his mind and grabbing the phone.

"Never mind all that. We are now Prince Alex's servants. Who would dare offend a crowned man?" Craven said fiercely.

"Send out familiars, set up barriers, and check everyone who leaves New Orleans..."

Whoever it is!

Chapter 326 Blocking the Road

The rusty iron gate of the warehouse was opened, revealing a clean floor that was completely at odds with its exterior.

The cool fluorescent light shone on the alloy plate wall of the hexagonal elevator, refracting a touch of silver-gray. As this technologically advanced modern industrial creation slowly descended and fell back down, the top and the ground fit together perfectly, the disguise was seamless.

The burly administrator, a cigarette dangling from his lips, seemed oblivious to the figures emerging from the building. He sat lazily on a chair by the gate, only his fingers resting on the alarm button at his waist revealing his dedication to his duty.

"...It's truly regrettable, Mr. Milton. I'm confident that you'll be able to find something to your liking at the Los Angeles branch." The gray-haired man at the head of the group said with a slightly apologetic expression.

"It's alright, thank you for your trouble." Zhu Mingyao nodded politely.

Following the extraordinary Halloween attack, the circus monsters, led by the clown, were all blacklisted by the federal government. Now that they have all been captured, the bounty on their heads is rightfully his.

However, recently his cultivation level and wealth have improved rapidly, and his standards have also risen accordingly. Ordinary extraordinary items can no longer catch his eye. Even with the wide collection of the local Special Investigation Bureau branch, they could not find many things that were suitable. If they were to settle in cash, it would be too much of a loss. After discussion, they had no choice but to ask the person in charge to report to another branch and choose another day.

"Are you going back to the West Coast now? We can arrange a flight."

"Thank you all for your kind offer, but no need." Zhu Mingyao looked up at the starry sky. "I want to try it myself."

Several staff members were slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and just as they were wondering what was going on, they saw wisps of smoke rise from the ground, and amidst the swirling auspicious light, a magnificent palace in an exotic style appeared. The young man stepped into it and vanished without a trace in an instant.

A group of onlookers, now realizing what had happened, gaped, their expressions a mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

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Neon lights flash, laughter and chatter fill the air, cosmetics and perfumes mingle, jewelry and banknotes dance together, all merging into a turbid current of desire.

The modern city under the cover of night not only provides a place for men and women to seek pleasure, but also brings extra blessings to those weak little creatures.

With lightning speed, its gray-black beak precisely snatched a French fry from the trash can. Before the bald old cat with ill intentions could react, the raven flapped its wings, transformed into a streak of black light, and soared into the sky, disappearing among the dazzling lights.

After quickly swallowing its meal, it circled twice, seemingly still wanting more, before seizing the opportunity to swoop down again.

Suddenly a chill swept over, causing the ravens to tumble and cackle in terror. A transparent ripple swept past the tops of many tall buildings, as if something invisible was moving swiftly.

"It's dozens of feet off the ground, and it travels seven or eight miles in one go... With full power, there should still be room for improvement. It's much stronger than ordinary wind-riding and cloud-climbing techniques..."

Zhu Mingyao maintained the newly refined [Palace of Bliss], or rather, [Three Elements Palace], secretly assessing its effectiveness.

This treasure itself possesses the supernatural power of levitation. If it is used to suppress and convert powerful spiritual beings as energy, its power can be further increased, truly enabling it to travel between the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, moving freely between the gaps in the void, comparable to the superior Xuanmen secret escape techniques.

Unfortunately, the countless evil spirits and vengeful ghosts that once filled the interior had been exorcised and released long ago. Now, only the Yaksha Ghost General Jiesen, the Five Elements Yin Soldiers, and a two-headed cannibalistic demon corpse are there to maintain appearances. Despite having a luxury car, there are only a few drops of fuel in the tank, which is quite pitiful.

"If there were any peerless ghost kings or such guys anywhere, I would be happy to make a fortune."

But if I capture them to use as engines, I won't be able to kill monsters and get rewards. I can't have my cake and eat it too. It's really a dilemma..." He was immersed in his happy dilemma. His mind was slightly distracted, and he suddenly felt the air around him stagnate!

"what?"

He looked around in confusion and saw hundreds of tiny bats blocking his way.

The bats were all jet black, their fur resembling black brocade, carrying an inexplicable and strange aura. Although a single bat was not particularly strong, when they gathered together like grains of sand forming a tower, they formed an invisible, all-encompassing net, interfering with any extraordinary beings that tried to pass through.

"Who has nothing better to do than play this game of aerial robbery?"

Finally, he remembered that this city was the headquarters of the Sisterhood of Witches and the Voodoo Cult, and there were many skilled people among the people. Therefore, even though he was a little annoyed, Zhu Mingyao still maintained the traditional virtue of the Chinese people of the Celestial Empire of being courteous before resorting to force. He just kept a cold face and spoke sarcastically, without striking Zhu Mingyao with lightning from the palm of his hand.

"Please be patient, young sir." Two slender male figures emerged from the void, their four eyes gleaming with a dark red, sinister light as they lingered, searching for the source of the voice.

The two men were pale as if powdered, their lips as red as blood. Their black split-hem overcoats billowed in the wind, fluttering behind them like wings. Although their tone was barely polite, it was full of affected arrogance, making one feel as if cold, sticky slugs were crawling next to their ears.

"By order of the supreme King of the Night, please disperse your invisibility illusion and accept our small inspection..." The younger man stood with his arms crossed, gently blowing away the stray blond hair hanging in front of his forehead, his tone revealing a hint of annoyance.

The long hours of repetitive work and his boss's increasingly urgent demands gradually wore down his patience.

Raising his hand to interrupt his companion, the older-looking man glared at him, then cautiously bowed to the transparent ripples, his words and actions behaving with utmost courtesy.

"My mysterious sir, we are members of the [Night] family, now under the Federation's control. We are currently searching for a very important criminal, and the operation has been approved by the government beforehand, as you have probably heard..."

He secretly observed the unknown illusion with his eyes, trying to gauge the other party's strength, and tried his best to organize his words to make his request sound more gentle.

"This criminal has stolen a number of powerful magical artifacts and is extremely good at hiding them. In order to prevent him from escaping, we humbly request that you pause your journey and allow us to see his true face."

The man, by invoking official connections and revealing his powerful backer, delivered a speech that was both soft and firm, believing he had spoken very appropriately and that the other party would have to give him some face.

However, his little scheme only earned him a brief reply:

"roll!"

The words were just as the sound! Originating from the distant East, the thunderous sound of the Xuanmen sect, which followed the laws of nature, rolled over, shaking the two travelers who were blocking the way so much that they almost fell headlong.

The next moment, a mighty wind surged like raging waves, carrying a faint golden glint that tore through the air. With a single, effortless rip, hundreds of precious demon bats, nurtured by secret techniques, were sprayed with blood and fell to the ground.

The visitor didn't seem to care at all, as if his proud origins were nothing but air!

Chapter 327 Robbery?

"A bunch of treacherous rats, showing off a thick, strong leg, think they're human?"

The merciless mockery, like a biting north wind, carried a sharp and chilling illusory magical intent, forcefully pouring into the two vampires' bodies through every pore, causing them to tremble violently as if they were having an epileptic seizure. Frost quickly formed on their faces, as if they had suddenly fallen from the warm Gulf Coast into an icy wasteland.

As a former honest homebody, Zhu Mingyao, having been exposed to various entertainment and gaming works in his previous life, did not have the preconceived hostility that ordinary people have towards alien creatures.

What's that famous saying again? There are the noblest beastmen and the most despicable humans in this world.

As long as they haven't done anything evil or harmed anyone, he's willing to uphold the Taoist principle of valuing life and won't kill them just for some reward points.

But the guy in front of him was not worthy of his kindness.

From Henry Lai's account, we learned of the massacre committed by the Night Family in the northern town. Sparing their lives was already a favor to the federal government, considering their defection to the authorities.

He could escape death, but not punishment... With a thought, metallic reddish-yellow light swirled around him. Amidst a short, miserable scream, the Yaksha demon general, his face filled with gluttony and a few streaks of scarlet blood at the corner of his mouth, flew back.

Two thin, withered bodies floated down and hung on a large tree, swaying in the breeze. Their once plump and full faces were now wrinkled and lined with wrinkles, making them look like two mummies who had been dead for many years.

In an instant, most of their life essence was absorbed, and from then on they could only eke out a living by relying on the yin energy of desolate graves and ancient tombs, never to come out and harm others again.

"Hmph!" After a brief act of punishment, the transparent ripples swirled in the air and drifted leisurely eastward, never revealing their true form from beginning to end.

A chilly night wind swept by, and the bodies, now deprived of magical protection, trembled. The dark nobles, who had always prided themselves on their nobility, finally experienced the torment of illness that plagued mortals in their old age.

“Help…” The younger, blond vampire moved his dry lips, his five fingers, which were like sticks, and with all his might, he managed to dial the communicator. “We… have been attacked by an unknown enemy…” he reported the experience in fits and starts.

"Wait, add... add one more sentence." A dry, hoarse voice suddenly cut in, the older middle-aged vampire's throat sounding like a broken bellows, his cloudy eyes filled with resentment and madness.

"We suspect... that damned little girl Serena... is hiding with the enemy!"

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In southwestern Texas, the brilliant stars faded, the dark purple sky regained its brightness, and gentle rays of sunlight poured down, draping the land in gold.

Among the nation's national parks, the Big Bend National Reserve, though not among the largest, still covers a vast area of ​​over 3200 square kilometers and faces its neighbor across a river. Within this expansive region, majestic peaks and deep valleys eroded by rivers rise and fall, with hills and wilderness creating a picturesque landscape of extremely diverse and spectacular geological formations.

The brownish-yellow and reddish-brown sedimentary rocks have been weathered into gravel and sand. Clumps of dwarf pines, yucca, and three-toothed laria, among other evergreen shrubs, stretch out their roots and grow tenaciously among them, providing food and shelter for all kinds of small animals, making the seemingly barren wilderness full of wild vitality.

Several red finches flapped their wings and flew out of the nest. Perhaps because they had just woken up, they flew close to the oncoming RV and almost collided with the windshield. Startled, the RV slammed on the brakes, and the tires scraped against the rough gravel, leaving crooked tracks.

"Hey, Scott, slow down." Jacob Fuller rubbed his eyes, lifted the small blanket, and said with a mix of reproach and self-reproach.

"I shouldn't have let you drive. Where are we now?" He squinted and leaned his face against the window, looking around.

"Uh." The boy wiped the sweat from his palms on the worn leather of the steering wheel, scratched his face awkwardly, and muttered under his breath, "The park's campsite manager mentioned last night that the undeveloped area to the south is very scenic and quiet with few tourists, but the roads are a bit hard to find..."

"So we're lost, aren't we?" The straightforward former pastor sighed helplessly, pointing out the unspoken meaning in his adopted son's words.

"Well... at least the environment here is indeed beautiful." Scott blushed, still trying to sound guilty. "Dad, look, the camellias on that hillside are blooming so beautifully."

Jacob Fuller, not wanting to be outdone, wearily pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, let's rest for a bit, and hopefully we can find someone to ask for directions."

He pulled a leather camera bag from under his seat and handed it to her, saying, "There's still some film left. You and Katie should use it sparingly."

After putting on a linen coat, Jacob got out of the car and breathed in the fresh morning air of the wilderness, which invigorated him.