My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

Lin Mo took the red magic book.

"No need to thank me, you are my only student."

Jiang Chatu glanced at Lin Mo; she didn't dislike this monstrous boy.

"If you want to learn more profound witchcraft, you can marry into a wizarding family, but don't let anyone know that you have the Lich's Correspondence."

"... "

Jiang Chatu then gave Lin Mo some instructions on what a beginner wizard should pay attention to before bidding farewell to everyone and embarking on his journey to find love.

Lin Mo held the red magic book, watching Jiang Chatu's retreating figure.

I don't think she's a bad person.

There is no absolute distinction between good and evil in this world.

Ye Zimo said calmly.

She sat on the sofa and continued reading her comic book.

Lin Mo opened the magic book, and he could understand all sorts of strange symbols and languages ​​inside. Not only that, he could now understand the contents of the Lich's Communications without looking at the annotations.

He was more interested in the contents of the address book than the red magic book.

The address book not only introduced the strengths, weaknesses, and summoning methods of various monsters, but also recorded how wizards made contracts with them.

For example, the Painted Skin Demon. Back then, the old wizard had a friend who took a concubine who was so beautiful that she captivated his friend. But after a few years, she contracted a strange illness that he couldn't cure. Even the most skilled physician of the time, Sun Simiao, couldn't cure her. His friend suspected she was possessed by an evil spirit, so he asked the old wizard to come and see her.

The old sorcerer then discovered that the woman's appearance did not match her destiny, and that she had only painted her skin, not her bones, so the skin and bones did not match, which was why she had contracted a strange illness.

Following the clues she provided, the old wizard found a skin-painting artist.

The art of "skin painting" is a secretive yet high-paying profession.

This profession was highly sought after in the Tang Dynasty. A skilled painter was worth a fortune, and countless high-ranking officials and nobles sought to meet the painter in the hope of changing their beloved daughters' appearances to secure a better marriage.

Many of these "skin-painting" artists even rose to high-ranking positions thanks to their exceptional skills.

The skin-painting artists, disregarding the fact that painting skins goes against the will of Heaven, single-handedly caused countless tragedies.

Women whose skin is painted will have short lifespans, ranging from three to five years to twenty or thirty years.

Each skin-painting artist raises a skin-painting demon. Once the demon grows up, its hands and feet are cut off and used to make special skin-painting tools.

Tools made from the hands and feet of the painted-skin demon can only last for 5 years, which leads to more killings.

The old wizard happened to save this painted-skin demon and made a bet with it.

If the demon can defeat me, I will let it go. If it loses, it must obey me. Not only must it stay by my side for 60 years, but it must also keep our agreement and leave a way to contact me so that the lich's descendants can serve it.

The painted-skin demon was no match for the old wizard, so he stayed by the old wizard's side for 60 years.

The artists who painted the skin also suffered divine retribution; like the woman who painted the skin, none of them survived 60 years.

The profession of "skin-painting artist" disappeared from then on.

"Could this be what the Painted Skin Demon meant by 'painting skin shortens one's lifespan'?"

Lin Mo continued reading, and the book stated:

The skin-painting demon is different from the skin-painting master. The skin-painting demon can also paint the bones of the original owner into another person, making the skin and bones fit together. However, the person whose skin is painted will still have their lifespan reduced, basically by 10 years.

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief; so Jiang Chatu only lost 10 years of his lifespan.

The Lich's Handbook also records the experiences of many other monsters, some of whom were shamelessly tricked by the old wizard, including the naive conch spirit, Qingji, and the mermaid princess...

Some of them were formed through contracts after losing a duel with the old wizard, such as the Nine-Tailed Fox, Yaksha, and Suzaku...

It certainly wasn't something that could be gained through friendship.

Lin Mo shook his head. It seemed that the Painted Skin Demon was right; his ancestor was indeed not well-liked.

In the days that followed, Lin Mo began to learn how to make the Ring of Light.

The materials needed to make the Bright Ring include silver rings, aromatherapy essential oils, and sunflowers. These materials, especially the silver rings, can be worth between 100 and 200 each.

Fortunately, Xiaoju was able to buy them for Lin Mo without him having to reimburse her.

Otherwise, if Lin Mo were to create the Ring of Light, it would bankrupt him.

Wizarding is such an expensive profession, I'd rather be a cartoonist... Lin Mo thought to himself as he put all the materials into a small silver bowl, the bottom of which was already painted with spells.

Throw in sunflowers, strychnine, essential oils, and other things, including a sterling silver ring.

When these auxiliary materials are lit, a pungent smell wafts out.

Chapter 69 A Peaceful Family of Three (Part 1)

boom--

A spark erupted from the silver basin, followed by a pungent, burnt smell.

"Success?"

Xiaoju and Yezimo looked at each other.

Ye Zimo touched her chin and slowly shook her head.

Lin Mo took the blackened silver ring out of the basin; the ring still retained the residual heat of the explosion.

In the past, a mere touch would have resulted in a burn, but now his skin is as solid as a fortress, so this temperature is nothing to him.

Lin Mo waved excitedly at Ye Zimo. Perhaps due to the blessing of the sacred artifact, his eyes were filled with ridiculous confidence, which infected both Ye Zimo and Xiao Ju.

Ye Zimo walked to his side, he took her hand, took out a charcoal-black ring, and slowly put it on her ring finger.

Why choose this finger?

Ye Zimo and Lin Mo locked eyes, and Lin Mo felt a jolt of electricity coursing through her body. She immediately took off the ring and put it on her middle finger.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Mo looked serious, while Ye Zimo nodded slightly.

Xiaoju immediately drew back the curtains, letting the midday sun stream in.

stab-

Ye Zimo, whose face was expressionless, had burns on her face, but the pain did not seem to evoke any further emotions in her.

Xiaoju immediately pulled the curtains back to their original position, blocking out the sunlight, patted her chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was as if if he were even a second slower, he would have to prepare a coffin for the young lady.

Don't get me wrong, vampires don't die, but they can better recuperate in a coffin.

Vampires who are seriously injured will prepare a coffin for themselves and recuperate inside it for decades or even centuries before coming out.

"Are you okay?"

Lin Mo looked at Ye Zimo with heartache. Although her skin was slowly recovering, even a small injury had affected Lin Mo's emotions.

Oh no, why am I so concerned about vampires? It must be because there's something wrong with the ring I made. Yes, it's guilt!

Lin Mo muttered to himself silently.

Ye Zimo shook her head, reached out her hand, and Lin Mo took off the ring.

"I'll try again, I'm sure I'll succeed."

"Ah."

Ye Zimo touched her face, walked straight to the sofa, and lay down.

Xiaoju covered her with a blanket, and she fell asleep.

Fortunately, Xiaoju bought a lot of materials, enough for Lin Mo to do many experiments.

Lin Mo continued his research in the room, and the smell of burning permeated the entire house, forcing Xiao Ju to go outside for some fresh air.

Half an hour later, Lin Mo completed another experiment. This time, Ye Zimo put on the ring and simply stuck her hand out of the window.

stab-

My hand is burned.

Ye Zimo withdrew her hand, her face still expressionless.

She seemed to still be mentally prepared.

"Oh no, it failed again? Where did I go wrong? I followed the steps exactly..."

Lin Mo looked slightly troubled.

Ye Zimo shook her head. She really knew nothing about witchcraft. After all, vampires could never learn witchcraft. This was her blind spot, but she had a guess.

"The Ring of Light may require a lot of sunlight."

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, then clenched his left fist and punched his right palm: "That's right, I should do it outside."

Lin Mo excitedly took the materials and ran to the balcony to continue making the Ring of Light.

It felt like his first chemistry class, filled with enthusiasm for the experiments.

He even thought he could incorporate the details of this experiment into a comic to enrich the story's realism.

After 350 failures, the Ring of Light was finally successfully created.

Although it took a lot of time, Lin Mo's indomitable spirit moved Ye Zimo, and after his body was burned 350 times, he was finally able to bask in the sunlight.

Second-floor balcony.

Ye Zimo lay on a beanbag chair reading comics. The warm sunlight shone through her hair, falling on her white dress, fair arms, bright red lips, and pink toes, as if bathing her in a light golden glow.

Lin Mo sat on another beanbag chair next to her, also holding a comic book in his hands, but his mind was not on the comic book. Ye Zimo's breathing made his heart beat faster.

The two have been living together for two weeks now, no, to be precise, the three of them have been living together for two weeks.

But Xiaoju and Ye Zimo gave Lin Mo completely different feelings.

Xiaoju is like a sensible and lovely daughter.

Ye Zimo, on the other hand, seemed like a proud wife.

Am I pretty?