Madam, I like you.

　The tragic wails attracted the attention of other gang members in the shopping mall, and they all moved towards the source of the sound.

　"It's Da Zang's voice! What happened? Are those monsters pouring in?"

　"Impossible. Shirota and the others are still guarding the gate. If there is any movement, they will report it to us immediately. Besides, the virus has not spread here yet."

　"Then what happened?"

　The two gang members hurried towards the source of the wailing. As soon as they passed the corner of the corridor, they saw Busujima Yajima with the demon sword Kidō drawn.

　"Shh!"

　A sharp whistle that broke through the air was heard, and a cold light flashed. One of the gang members was killed on the spot before he could react.

　Blood gushed out of his neck like a fountain

　, filling the entire corridor.

　"Yellow hair..." Busujima Yako's red eyes saw the appearance of one of the gangsters, and she frowned slightly in disappointment, and walked past the stunned gangster.

　"You...you...you." The gang member stared at Dokujima Yazi with wide eyes, at a loss, his legs shaking constantly. It was not only because his companion was killed, he could feel the horrifying and sharp murderous aura from Dokujima Yazi, as if there was a long knife on his neck, and the slightest movement would cause his body to be torn apart.

　Dudao Yazi glanced at him coldly and said, "You have been ordered to stay alive. Stay here and don't move, otherwise you will end up like this corpse."

　The gangster who had spoken for Hirano Toda took a hard look at the headless body of his companion next to him. The gun in his hand was also cut off, and the cut was smooth.

　His face turned pale and he covered his mouth. Before he could answer, Busujima Yazi turned around and vomited violently.

　More than half of the gangsters who invaded the shopping mall were killed, and the rest were guarding the entrances and exits of the shopping mall. They must have heard the wailing from inside the shopping mall.

　Dokujima Yako licked her thin lips; the taste of blood was still stimulating her desire to kill.

　Too little! It's not enough! Both she and the demon sword in her hand, Kitetsu, are craving more killing.

　-

　The wailing sound prompted the gang members guarding the main entrance to move closer to the shopping mall. Before they could even go upstairs, they saw Dokujima Yako coming down the escalator. Her new clothes were stained with blood again, and her snow-white skin was faintly visible through the transparent fabric, looking charming and dangerous.

　None of the three remaining gang members had the heart to appreciate the charm of women. The moment they saw Dokujima Yako, even though their hands were already stained with innocent blood and they were used to killing, it was like being poured with a basin of cold water, chilling them from head to toe.

　The blood-stained Dokujima boy only had the demon sword Kitetsu in his right hand, which was as cool as new, and the ripples on the blade reflected the lights in the mall.

　As he walked, a bloody trail was left on the ground.

　Before Dudao Yazi could even get close, the tattooed boss raised his hunting rifle and calmly asked Dudao Yazi, "What happened to my companion?"

　Dudao Yazi looked around disdainfully. There were three gang members left, all armed with hot weapons, a police revolver and two hunting guns.

　Busujima Yazi smiled slightly and said, "If I kill them all, you will die too. No, I can spare your life, but on the condition that I will crush both your hands and feet."

　The tattooed boss winked at his companions, signaling them to observe their surroundings and find a good place to hide, lest they be ambushed by the companions of this strange woman. He grinned grimly, "Woman! Are you still confused? Where are your companions?"

　How can a mere childish woman deal with an adult man holding a gun?

　"Companions? I do have companions, but I am the only one who will kill you."

　"Are you kidding me?"

　Dudao Yazi wiped the blood from his cheek with his fingers, licked it clean and smiled softly: "Ah-don't you believe it? Isn't this blood all over my body the best proof?"

　The tattooed boss threatened with disdain: "What nonsense! Put down your samurai sword now and tell your companions to come out. I will count to three. If your companions don't come out, I will shoot."

　"one."

　"two."

　"boom!"

　The loud bang scared everyone present, even Dudao Yazi's shoulders trembled. In an open space about ten meters away from Dudao Yazi, an iron changing cabinet fell from several floors high. The huge impact force shattered the tile floor nearby.

　Because of the sudden loud noise, the nervous gang members all pointed their guns at the thrown iron wardrobe.

　opportunity!

　There was a sharp cold light flashing in Dokujima Yazi's deep eyes, murderous intent suddenly rose up, and he strode towards one of the gang members.

　When the gang members were busy shifting their guns to aim at the rushing Dokujima, she suddenly squatted down, dodging the gun's crosshairs while accumulating strength, and suddenly jumped over a distance of several meters. The knife light drew an arc, like a spear, like a half moon, cutting off the gang member's head from top to bottom.

　"Bang! Bang!"

　Two gunshots were heard. The furious tattooed boss shot at Dokujima Yako but only hit the marble pillar shelter beside her.

　In terms of marksmanship, the tattooed boss's marksmanship is much worse than that of trained police or soldiers. Even if he had a gun before the zombie virus spread, he might not have had the opportunity to use it.

　Busujima Yako quickly hid, using the shelter of a building to close in on the other gang member. While the two were reloading their shotguns, he swung his scabbard at the tattooed boss, knocking the bullet out of his hand. As the tattooed boss and the gang members watched in horror, he took his head.

　"Puff-"

　The headless corpse fell to its knees, blood spurting out, staining the area several meters ahead red.

　"Die! Monster!" The tattooed boss, who had finally reloaded his hunting rifle, shouted angrily at Dokujima and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

　"boom!"

　Busujima Yako just tilted her head lightly, and the bullet passed through her hair and hit the wall behind her. She picked up the sheath of the Kitetsu sword on the ground and approached the gang boss slowly.

　There was only one person left. He could predict the trajectory of the bullet by observing the tattooed boss's hand movements, and he was no longer a threat.

　Killing was easier than Dokujima Yako had imagined. She breathed steadily, staring into the eyes of the tattooed boss, looking through the focus of his pupils.

　Determine where the bullet will land.

　"boom!"

　For the second shot, Busujima Yaji didn't even need to dodge. The tattooed boss, with his hands shaking, couldn't even aim at the target.

　The blood-stained body of Dudao Yazi exuded a terrifying murderous aura, and Shura, who walked step by step like a ghost from hell, made the tattooed boss, who had killed many zombies and living people before, feel fear for the first time.

　"Impossible! How could a human possibly dodge a bullet?"

　"boom!"

　Another shot was fired, and the tattooed boss's hands were shaking as he tried to reload, with a sharp long knife across his neck.

　"monster···"

　The tattooed boss stammered, a stream of liquid flowing down between his legs. His body trembled uncontrollably, his knees gave way, and he fell to the ground, screaming, "Don't come over here! What kind of monster are you?"

　"Please spare my life! You just said you would spare my life!"

　"I'm the third leader of the Futian Group! If you kill me, I'll be the last one to stop the Futian Group! We still have thousands of members. Let me go, and I promise not to harass you!"

　Busujima Yazi chuckled gently: "Of course I will let you go."

　"Shh!"

　The knife passed, and the tattooed boss's hands were severed at the wrist. He screamed and collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to move towards the main entrance of the shopping mall, to get away from here. He had to get away from this demon no matter what.

　At the main entrance of the shopping mall, there was already a figure waiting there.

　Chapter 19: The Villain's Self-Cultivation

　The one waiting at the main entrance of the shopping mall was Hirano Toda, who had transformed into a zombie. His honest face was covered with a layer of clouds, and he looked down indifferently at the tattooed boss who was slowly crawling towards him.

　The tattooed boss looked up in disbelief at Hirano Toda who appeared before him. He was so shocked that he even forgot the pain of having his hands cut off. He screamed wildly, "This is impossible! I clearly killed you!"

　"Why are you still standing here! You are not the same person as at the beginning! Who are you?!"

　"That nail gun should have killed you..."

　"Yeah, how could there be such absurd things in the world? Those monsters, or the dead people appearing in front of me again? I must be dreaming."

　"Hahahaha——" the tattooed boss laughed crazily.

　Hirano Toda squatted down and sighed, "It would be great if this was really a dream. No one likes to see something like something out of an American zombie movie happen in real life."

　Busujima Yako sheathed the Kitetsu demon sword, put one hand on her waist and said calmly, "Hirano, Sora must spare this man's life."

　"Bujima-senpai, I know that Sora wanted to spare his life because he wanted to leave it to me."

　Busujima Yazi was confused: "What happened?"

　"It's not a big deal. I was killed by this man because of my own fault, hahaha." Hirano Toda touched the back of his head and laughed, making it hard to tell whether he was serious or joking.

　Hirano Toda picked up the gangster's hunting rifle on the ground, found ammunition and loaded it. He said sympathetically to the tattooed boss who was still trying hard to endure the pain, "It must be very painful. Because of you, I will never experience a similar feeling again. Let me end your nightmare."

　There is no such thing as a sense of pain for the living dead.

　"Please... please spare me." The tattooed boss, who was dying due to excessive blood loss, begged with tears and snot.

　"No, I know exactly why you're here. If you catch us, will you let us go? If you let us go, more people will fall into misfortune. Even without the constraints of the law, everyone should pay the price for their actions."

　"Do not!!"

　"boom!"

　Gunshots.

　Busujima Yako's beautiful phoenix eyes stared at Hirano Toda with a hint of surprise. His personality and temperament seemed to have suddenly changed, making people wonder whether the seemingly honest military otaku in front of him was Hirano Toda or someone else pretending to be him.

　-

　The wardrobe that fell from the sky was thrown down by Mo Yankong with the purpose of creating an opportunity for Dokujima Yako. After returning to the locker room, the disheveled Takagi Saya already had the strength to stand up.

　As soon as she saw Mo Yankong coming back, her delicate eyebrows raised, and she stood up without any fear and glared at Mo Yankong.

　The atmosphere was tense for a long time, but Mo Yankong still looked relaxed and calm.

　Takagi Saya asked with a wary look on her face, "You said you're a vampire? If you're a legendary monster, what does that have to do with the disaster spreading outside?"

　Mo Yankong lay on Juchuan Jingxiang's legs and spread his hands: "What else could it matter? I don't even know where these monsters came from."

　Marikawa Shizuka's eyes were blurred and dazed. When she saw Mo Yankong's face, she giggled and rubbed Mo Yankong's hair.

　Takagi Saya was furious, "Who are you fooling? No matter how you look at it, those monsters are zombies."

　Mo Yankong corrected him, "It's zombies. The legend of vampires has a history of thousands of years, and zombies are a product of modern movies."

　"It's almost the same, it's all... it's all... it's all... what did you do to me just now!" Takagi Saya said unreasonably. The more she thought about it, the redder her face became. She rushed towards Mo Yankong who was lying on the sofa with her teeth and claws bared.

　"It's just blood sucking, it's not a big deal. In exchange, didn't I also give you a reward?"

　"remuneration?"

　"The virus antibodies that turn humans into monsters, when I suck blood

　By the way, I injected this stuff into your body."

　Gao Cheng Saya folded her arms and stepped back, staring at Mo Yankong with disdain: "How awful! You tinkered with someone else's body without my permission! What's more, you can produce virus antibodies, and you still say you have nothing to do with the zombies outside? You murderer!"

　“······” Mo Yankong really didn’t know what to say. He felt that no matter what he said, the girl with twin ponytails in front of him would refute and ridicule him.

　Ju Chuan Jingxiang placed her hand on Mo Yankong's forehead and exclaimed, "There's really no temperature. It's like a dead person... But how can a dead person come back to life?"

　Her consciousness was not yet fully awake. The vampire's saliva had a strong anesthetic effect, similar to the anesthetic gas used by European and American dentists. It would cause a person's consciousness to become dull for a short period of time, and the specific symptoms were similar to those of being drunk.

　Takagi Saya's tone became serious: "Tell me your purpose."

　"Purpose?"

　"There must be a purpose for following us until now." Saya Takagi put one hand on her waist, regained her composure and began to consider the cause and effect of the incident.

　Why is an outlier still mixed in with the crowd?

　Mo Yankong sneered, "You guys wanted to follow me, didn't I force you to get off the car?"

　Gao Cheng Saya came in front of Mo Yankong, looking down at Mo Yankong lying on the sofa, and said without hesitation: "In short, give me a reason to recognize you as the leader of this team."

　"I am very powerful." Mo Yankong smiled.

　Takagi Saya snorted and turned her head away: "Rejected. The reasons are sufficient, but not justifiable."

　"I will protect you." Mo Yankong said seriously.

　Gao Cheng Saya rolled her eyes at Mo Yankong: "Are you kidding me?"

　"Haha, this is not a joke. Humans are indispensable food for vampires. But those humans who have become monsters are just like rotten food. If all humans are wiped out, the vampires will starve to death. My purpose in approaching you in the beginning was simple. You are virgins and your blood is of high quality. As long as you are willing to provide me with blood, I will protect your safety."

　"You...you...you...what are you talking about! Ahhh, I'm a virgin! I know it's embarrassing, laugh at me if you want, and we're not your livestock."

　"Raise... this word is quite appropriate. If you don't want to, you can go away. There is no shortage of humans in this world who want to seek safe shelter." Mo Yankong said indifferently. He did not take the initiative to reveal his identity, nor did he bother to hide his abnormality.

　Mo Yankong doesn't think he is a good person. Unlike Dio who is purely evil, Mo Yankong's desires are the same as those of ordinary people. As he gains power, these desires are also liberated.

　If I have to say what I am pursuing, it is probably to complete this world and survive for thirty days.

　During these thirty days, food is indispensable, and the food of vampires has always been human blood, especially virgin blood that is full of life energy.

　"you······"