National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

In the dim and oppressive atmosphere, Xiao Cangqing slowly extended his long, pale fingers, gently stroking Ji Shengyue’s porcelain-like skin.

Blood clung to his fingertips, shimmering with an eerie luster in the dim light.

Xiao Cangqing parted his blade-thin lips, revealing a chilling yet playful smile.

Then, he extended the tip of his tongue and gently licked the warm blood from his fingertips.

At that moment, Ji Shengyue couldn’t help but shudder.

To her, those cold fingers were not just physically chilling,

but also sent a violent tremor deep into her soul.

The chill spread along the elegant curve of her cheek and throughout her entire body, making her tremble uncontrollably.

Ji Shengyue suddenly understood what Chu He had said in the room.

She now understood what he meant when he said she wouldn’t be able to die even if she wanted to, and to live would be a humiliation.

She realized that Chu He had already seen the measures Xiao Cangqing had left inside her body and knew he was dead set on tormenting her.

That was why Chu He had said those words.

Chu He had already foreseen how miserable her life would become.

From now on, the entire world would be a Purgatory on earth for Ji Shengyue.

The torment would afflict not only her body, but also her mind and soul.

That was why Chu He, who should have been filled with hatred for Ji Shengyue, didn’t kill her to vent his rage.

Xiao Cangqing and Chu He were both indifferent and cruel beings!

Ji Shengyue raised her head, looked at Xiao Cangqing, and asked, ”Have I done something to wrong you? Why must you torture and humiliate me like this?”

Xiao Cangqing seemed slightly taken aback for a moment before replying, ”You’re overthinking it. You haven’t wronged me, nor have you done anything to make me hate you. Everything I do is simply for my own pleasure.”

A chill ran down Ji Shengyue’s spine. She suddenly realized she could no longer detect any trace of human emotion in Xiao Cangqing’s eyes.

’After absorbing the bloodline of the Vampire Clan’s Ancestor, this guy has become completely inhuman.’

Just then, the temperature in the entire Luxury Hotel suddenly plummeted.

The drop in temperature was so abrupt it caught everyone off guard.

As an ordinary person, Ji Shengyue felt it even more keenly.

The temperature difference was like being plunged from a scorching summer day into the dead of winter in an instant, all while wearing nothing but thin, short-sleeved clothing.

Xiao Cangqing raised his head and gazed in a certain direction from the Luxury Hotel.

As the temperature plunged, pairs of eyes appeared behind many of the Luxury Hotel’s windows.

They, too, had sensed the drastic change in temperature and were observing in secret from their rooms.

The sky was now stained with an unprecedented, eerie color.

On the distant horizon, a heart-stopping sight slowly emerged.

An immense head floated silently in the air.

It was so colossal that it looked like a giant hot-air balloon about to take flight, occupying half the sky.

The head, unsupported by a body, hung there in isolation, an eerie smile on its face.

The smile expressed neither joy nor mockery, but something that transcended all reason, a presence so horrifying it made one’s skin crawl.

Its features were blurry and distorted, as if some force had intentionally blurred the lines of gender and age, leaving only an indescribable sense of terror and foreboding.

As the head drew closer, its once-blurry outline sharpened, and an even deeper fear followed.

To their astonishment, people discovered that trailing behind this enormous head was a swarm of other heads, floating like balloons.

They varied in size and shape, yet all maintained their balance in an impossible way, pulled by invisible strings as they followed closely behind the massive lead head.

Some of these heads belonged to citizens of the Great Xia Empire, while others were from the White-Red, Lighthouse, and White Elephant Empires.

They had crossed the boundaries of region and race, gathered here in a way that defied belief.

Each head wore the same eerie smile as the massive one, a smile whose profound meaning was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss,

seemingly capable of devouring the sanity and courage of all who witnessed it.

Most terrifying of all, the severed necks of the heads still had fresh, dripping blood.

It dripped slowly through the air, marking the moment each of these lives was lost, like sand in an hourglass.

One drop, as if by a malicious trick of fate, landed squarely on Ji Shengyue’s face.

In that instant, her world seemed to collapse. All her courage and composure vanished at the touch of that single drop of blood, leaving only endless fear and despair.

She trembled so violently that her body almost gave out and collapsed.

Although Ji Shengyue did not fear death, such a bizarre and horrifying scene still brought her to the verge of collapse.

Her fear was not of death itself, but from the psychological shock of a terrifying sight that defied all reason.

When the massive head floated above the Luxury Hotel, it stopped abruptly, as if it had sensed some mysterious presence.

Even Xiao Cangqing couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly, placing a hand on Ji Shengyue’s shoulder.

A hazy red light, reeking of blood, gradually enveloped the two of them.

Then, distorted ripples began to spread across this protective barrier of red light, a sign that an invisible, destructive force was trying to invade.

”This thing... it actually wants to rip my head off too.”

Xiao Cangqing said with a cold sneer.

However, he did not choose to clash head-on with the massive head floating in the sky.

He merely used his Vampire power to shield himself and Ji Shengyue, blocking the great head’s assault.

None of the people in the rooms of the Luxury Hotel were safe.

In other words, anyone exposed to the great head would be attacked by it directly.

It was likely that the massive head possessed no sentience, only an instinct to constantly attack.

The main door of the Luxury Hotel was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A foreign man with thick brows and large eyes staggered in, humming an off-key little tune and swaying unsteadily.

His figure was completely out of place in the tense atmosphere.

His arrival was accompanied by the strong stench of alcohol.

The half-empty bottle in his hand sloshed with its remaining liquid, reflecting his dazed and indifferent gaze.

Just as he was about to step fully into the hotel,

a fine yet shocking crack suddenly appeared on his neck, on skin that had been only faintly reddened by alcohol.

The crack rapidly widened, the flesh tearing apart in silence. The process was both slow and cruel, as if time had been stretched to allow one to savor the despair.

Blood silently oozed from the silent tear, at first in a few fine threads, but soon gathering into a trickle.

It slid slowly down his neck, finally splattering onto the cold floor and blooming like grotesque red flowers.

At first, the man’s face still held a trace of drunken confusion, but as pain and fear set in, his nonchalant expression was gradually replaced by terror.

He tried to raise a hand to cover the widening wound, but all his efforts were futile, like a mayfly struggling against fate, ultimately unable to alter its predetermined course.

Finally, when the tear had spread a full circle around his neck to form a horrifying, ring-shaped wound,

his head, right before everyone’s eyes, simply detached from his body.

With a spray of blood and a dull snap,

it slowly floated up toward the eerie, massive head in the sky.