My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

Jiang Chatu glanced at Lin Mo.

“As a wizard, you don’t know any witchcraft at all. You’re obviously a Muggle who hasn’t received any basic education. Even if your ancestors left you some advanced witchcraft, you still won’t be able to learn it without a foundation. You should seriously consider my suggestion. It will only benefit you.”

Lin Mo knew that Jiang Chatu was not lying to him, but his hometown had been bombed to the ground. Apart from the Lich Communication Book in his arms, all other witch books had been wiped out, and he had no textbooks left to learn from.

Seeing that Lin Mo remained silent, Jiang Chatu spoke again.

"The Lich's Communications Directory contains many powerful demons and can be considered a treasure. If I send this news back to my family, they will definitely do whatever it takes to get it. If you make a deal with me, I can promise to keep the secret."

"The Ring of Light, I want to learn how to make this."

Lin Mo put forward his own requirements.

Jiang Chatu thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, in addition to basic witchcraft, I can also teach you how to make the Ring of Light."

Lin Mo opened the Lich's Contact List and, based on the annotations, found the Painted Skin Demon.

【The Painted Skin Demon: A petite demon with a wealth of secrets within her body】

[Weakness: Likes to talk too much.]

[Strengths: Skilled at skin painting, with superb technique.]

[Communication Method: Draw the following totem to summon directly.]

He hid on the ground and carved out special ways to contact people.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the ground.

A small, palm-sized demon with painted skin jumped out. It had blue skin, four round, bulging eyes, a mouth that stretched to its ears, and eight agile legs.

Two of its legs are as sharp as blades, two resemble calligraphy brushes, and the other four are used directly for walking on the ground.

"Old wizard... no, you're not him, you're his descendant, aren't you?"

The painted-skin demon lifted its short legs and quickly circled around Lin Mo, as if to sized him up.

"What do you want with me?"

"Senior, I'd like you to paint my skin once."

Even though the Painted Skin Demon was unremarkable in appearance, Lin Mo still maintained basic respect for it, after all, it was an old friend of his ancestor.

The painted skin demon paused for a moment, then moved its two brush-like legs across its face, instantly transforming into a beautiful woman. But even the most beautiful face on its palm-sized body with eight legs looked bizarre no matter how you looked at it.

Lin Mo thought it was just trying to show off its skills; it even drew four eyes as two—brilliant!

The painted-skin demon looked at Lin Mo and said, "I'm only good at painting female skins; I'm not good at painting male skins."

"Senior, you've misunderstood. It wasn't me who wanted the painted skin, it was her."

Lin Mo pointed to Jiang Chatu beside him, and only then did the Painted Skin Demon notice the strong wizard aura emanating from her.

"A witch?"

The demon with the painted skin jumped onto Jiang Chatu's shoulder and carefully examined her features.

"He's not ugly, so why would he need to wear a mask? Wearing a mask will shorten his lifespan, and wizards don't live long to begin with."

"I want to be like her."

Jiang Chatu handed the scroll to the Painted Skin Demon. The Painted Skin Demon glanced at it, and its four eyes opened at once. The person in the scroll seemed to come alive in its eyes. Its voice, appearance, smile, and life story were all clearly visible to it.

"A concubine who committed suicide, though she was somewhat beautiful, is not worth the price of shortening your lifespan, is it?"

Chapter 65 Painted Skin (Part 1)

"You don't need to worry about these things, I have my own decisions."

Jiang Chatu didn't intend to explain to the Painted Skin Demon. The Painted Skin Demon nodded. In any case, it could find out any secrets it wanted by removing her skin, so it didn't matter whether she told it or not.

"You can't regret it after you've put on a mask."

The demon with the painted skin cut open his stomach, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to Lin Mo and Jiang Chatu, saying, "You two have to sign this."

"I?"

Lin Mo looked at the painted-skin demon with suspicion.

“That’s right. You are the guarantor, and she is the one who has been disguised. Once you sign, you can’t back out. And I have also kept my promise. I will no longer be at the wizard’s beck and call.”

The painted-skin demon looked at Lin Mo with a serious expression, as if expressing his dissatisfaction over the years.

This promise has kept me waiting for so long. I'm finally free, so I can't let you, a junior, go back on your word.

Jiang Chatu signed without hesitation, then looked at Lin Mo, who also signed his name.

The Painted Skin Demon retracted the contract into its belly, and then took out a human skin and several boxes of paint from its belly.

"The women who came to me for skin-changing surgery before were either disliked because of their ugly appearance or wanted to live again because of their tragic backgrounds. But I have never seen anyone like you. You have everything that others envy, yet you like to become someone else."

The Painted Skin Demon shook the human skin in his hand, compared it with the one in the portrait, put it back in his belly, and took out a whiter one.

Ye Zimo had calmed down, and she and Xiao Ju walked over to Jiang Chatu.

Neither of them spoke, but they were very curious about the painted-skin demon's actions.

Even though Ye Zimo had lived for so many years, this was the first time she had ever seen the art of skin-painting.

Ye Zimo sucked on the artificial blood while tilting her head to look at the Painted Skin Demon.

A blush crept onto the pretty face of the painted-skin demon. "Don't look at me like that, it makes me shy."

"If you do this, I'll start to doubt your professional competence."

Jiang Chatu was slightly nervous. Although this was her wish for many years, and she had tried many methods to find the Painted Skin Demon, she was still a little uneasy about completely changing her appearance and becoming another person.

Her anxiety didn't mean she would back down; she had been waiting for this day for a long time.

The demon with the painted skin pulled out a large armchair the size of a thumb from its belly. After the armchair left its belly, it quickly grew larger and returned to its normal size.

The painted-skin demon gestured for Jiang Chatu to sit down, and Jiang Chatu paused for a moment before doing so.

Suddenly, handcuffs and leg irons appeared on the armrests and front legs of the armchair, directly binding Jiang Chatu's hands and feet.

"?"

Then, the demon with the painted skin pulled out a tea table the size of a thumb from its belly, which was also enlarged dozens of times in proportion.

Lin Mo watched as the Painted Skin Demon kept taking things out of its belly and placing them on the coffee table. It felt like the Painted Skin Demon's belly was a Doraemon's magic pocket. But while Doraemon was cute, the Painted Skin Demon's style was rather bizarre. Even though it now had a newly painted face of a beautiful girl, it still looked incredibly strange.

The Painted Skin Demon was a professional painter. After carefully preparing his tools, he began to examine Jiang Chatu.

Can I study?

Ye Zimo asked the painted-skin demon seriously. She wasn't joking; the painted-skin demon was a novel concept to her and had piqued her interest.

Having lived this long, there are not many things left that can pique her interest.

"It's not impossible, but it would be very difficult for you to learn because you don't have the tools."

The painted-skin demon waved its brush-shaped feet.

"Oh."

Ye Zimo seemed somewhat disappointed.

"Do we need so many people watching?"

Jiang Chatu suddenly felt nervous. It was as if she was about to perform surgery, but found a bunch of interns waiting to watch the operation.

Extremely poor privacy.

The demon with the painted skin shook his head and pulled out a screen from his belly, separating the group of people outside.

However, Lin Mo, Ye Zimo, and Xiao Ju's heads still peeked out from behind the screen like a human pyramid, their eyes shining with a thirst for knowledge.

The painted-skin demon ignored their onlookers and maintained its professionalism, using its small hands to straighten Jiang Chatu's face.

"Have you thought this through? Once you've changed your skin, there's no going back."

"I figured it out."

Jiang Chatu closed her eyes, memories surging in her mind.

She remembered seeing those clear eyes when she was just born.

Those large, cold hands guided her through her childhood, adolescence, and even now, she still wants to hold his hand and walk through the rest of her life.

As the most talented child in the Jiang family, she was destined to be bound to the Xiang family from birth.

The one who made a pact with her was none other than Xiang Yu.

It is tradition that contract wizards and vampire contractors need to spend time cultivating tacit understanding and affection.

Aside from searching for Yu Ji, Xiang Yu, who had previously been uninterested in anything, was suddenly drawn to this little girl. Perhaps he had been too lonely all these years, but with Jiang Chatu, his life suddenly became lively and bustling.

Rather than treating her as a sorcerer bound by a contract, Xiang Yu's feelings for her were more like those of a father towards his daughter.

Xiang Yu would tell her bedtime stories, practice witchcraft with her, and take her to amusement parks.

However, as Jiang Chatu grew older, Xiang Yu became less close to her and gradually began to consciously distance himself from her.

Jiang Chatu also knew that there was someone in Xiang Yu's heart, someone she could never enter unless she became that person.

From that time on, she had a wish: to become Yu Ji and love this man properly in Yu Ji's place.

Even if she were to exhaust all her magical power and ultimately be transformed into a vampire, she wouldn't care.

Jiang Chatu even felt that from the day she was born, the first time she saw Xiang Yu, she fell in love with him and couldn't extricate herself.

The wizard's manual forbids her from falling in love with a vampire she has a contract with, but she doesn't care.

She could burn everything for love, even if only for a moment, just to linger in Xiang Yu's heart for a moment.

The painted-skin demon spat out saliva, covering Jiang Chatu's face.

Its saliva has an anesthetic effect, preventing ginger tea from causing it to faint from the pain.

The demon with the painted skin stretched out two blade-like feet and began to cut off the skin from her face, placing it into a copper basin filled with an unknown blue potion.

Then, it took out the face mask that it had prepared beforehand and stuck it on Jiang Chatu's face.

It kept muttering, "Painting skin is a life-shortening thing, little girl. Is it really worth it? But now, whether it's worth it or not, it's too late. Once you start painting skin, you can't give up halfway."

Jiang Chatu kept her eyes closed the whole time and didn't feel any pain in her face, but as a witch, she keenly sensed that her fate had changed.