Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 887: Chapter 131: Forget Worry, Three Lives (14)

“Wait… wait a moment, I can’t run anymore.”

Song Er was panting like an ox, leaning against his knees, unable to keep moving. That consecutive kick almost exhausted his strength, and the desperate sprint along the way nearly drained his endurance.

Song San couldn’t help rolling his eyes, “When you’re crazily outputting on women, you never complain about not having enough stamina.”

“Go… go, go…” Song Er weakly punched Song San, then said, “That mummy shouldn’t be able to catch up, right?”

“Hard to say.” At this moment, Song Er said seriously, “He probably doesn’t fear that we’ll escape, just wants to drain everyone else first and save us for last… Strange, why is this path blocked?”

Song San looked ahead and found that it wasn’t a complete wall but a path blocked by broken stones, “Ahda’s mark indicates this direction, no mistake… The mark disappears here, Ahda might be over there. Damn, could it be that Ahda blocked the way? Wasn’t he setting us up?”

“What nonsense, Ahda isn’t that kind of person.” Song Er shook his head, then placed his ear against the stone, starting to knock.

He wanted to see if there was a weak spot, so that when he regained some energy, he could attack the weak point and break through the blocked path.

Unexpectedly, as Song Er’s ear was just pressed against a complete large stone, he suddenly heard a loud noise, and the wall of debris ahead exploded.

Struck by the impact, Song Er and Song San were simultaneously knocked to the ground by falling stones. Amid their shock, they saw a not too big or small hole break open in the wall… and at this moment, something was slowly emerging from the hole.

It was Song Da!

“Ahda!” Song Er and Song San hastily moved forward to pull Song Da out.

Once Song Da was out, he was covered in wounds, his chest densely covered with cuts from sharp weapons—were it not for Ahda’s exceptional endurance, he might have gone to report to King Yanluo.

“Ahda, what’s… happened to you?” Song Er hurriedly approached, taking out some powdery substance to sprinkle on Song Da’s wounds, stopping the bleeding.

“Enough talk, look at this!” Song Da reached his hand into the hole he created, digging around.

In no time, Song Da pulled out a head—it was Lady Eve’s head.

“I trapped the old hag, a fight in the urn.” Ahda hissed through his teeth, feeling as if every time powder was sprinkled on a wound, it was taking away what little life he had left, in unbearable pain.

“If it weren’t for my cleverness, blocking both sides and limiting the old hag’s speed, it would be me lying down right now!” Song Da said with lingering fear.

Song Er and Song San naturally knew how dangerous it was to fight against these bloodsucking creatures—but for Song Da to take down one was beyond their expectations.

The three exchanged information, each knowing what happened later, genuinely happy for Song Er and Song San’s repeated narrow escapes, and cheerfully said, “Who knew there was a super mummy here! Had I known, I would’ve cleared the other path!”

They wouldn’t have to face the mummy, Song Er and Song San felt sorry for Song Da, though something still seemed off.

“So, Ahda, do you have the strength to clear the other entrance? We can’t get out like this.” Song Er asked hopefully.

“I can’t even move a finger now.” Song Da shook his head.

“So?” Song San widened his eyes.

“So, the super mummy you’re talking about.” Song Da gasped.

Song Er stood up, clutching his hair, lamenting, “Eighteen years later, we’ll be good men again! Ahda, Ah San, we’ll be brothers in our next life… Damn, Ahda, you idiot! Couldn’t you save some strength? You’ve doomed me!!! What now!!”

The remaining two brothers simultaneously raised their middle fingers at Song Er.

“We should find a place to hide.” Song Da eventually proposed helplessly, “When we first came here, I saw another path, but I don’t know where it leads. If we run into zombies again… What do you say, want to take a chance?”

“Let’s do it! Gamble, turn a bike into a motorcycle!” Song Er gritted his teeth.

…

…

Even three zombie werewolves couldn’t match Viscount Fernandis. Viscount Fernandis, newly awakened from slumber, hadn’t absorbed enough blood to fully awaken his dormant strength.

Tu Shenyi focused intently on Viscount Fernandis’ prowess, feeling a tinge of anxiety, “Unexpected, this ancient monster, awakened after three hundred years, is so much stronger than normal fifth-generation vampires. As expected, he’s the one most likely to reach the fourth, even third, generation in the Fernandis Family over centuries.”

Thinking this, Tu Shenyi flipped his hand, a patterned blood-colored longsword slowly emerging from his palm, seizing the moment when one zombie werewolf embraced Viscount Fernandis, he joined the battle.

Xitacil intended to block but at that moment, the previously motionless zombies suddenly moved.

Their movements weren’t fast, but they were numerous, advancing wave after wave, causing Xitacil considerable trouble—not that they couldn’t be killed, just that there were too many to deal with at once.

And in such narrow space, large-scale attacks would only risk friendly fire.

Yet as Xitacil’s blood whip swept through a group of zombies, he saw a figure resembling a nightmare to him.

Luo Qiu!

Behind Luo Qiu was Zhong Luoyue, and Queen Elizabeth with a sorrowful expression.

Xitacil’s body stiffened because he was unsure if Luo Qiu was searching for him or just ended up here by chance—this Dungeon Maze was indeed unfriendly to outsiders.

He recalled Luo Qiu’s formidable strength, the fear when he was left defenseless… However, he quickly suppressed that fear, for the Fernandis Family’s most powerful bloodsucker was by his side.

Xitacil felt no pressure now, even considering other thoughts. His gaze turned as venomous as a viper’s.

…

Liars, liars, always liars.

Zhong Luoyue thought of many curses, but the word “liar” came easiest and most naturally—of course, she cursed in her heart.

Didn’t that guy say following him would be safe, nothing would happen?

What unfolded up ahead?

Savage werewolf creatures and God of Gamblers Tu Shenyi were attacking a monster that seemed flayed, leaving only muscular tissue? And this creature appeared to easily overwhelm Tu Shenyi with continuous evasions?

Then the frenzied zombie army all around!

She shouldn’t have followed him—though she had no better choice.

“Why does that guy’s gaze look like a perverted priest wanting to molest kids? Is he psychotic?” Zhong Luoyue couldn’t help frowning—of course, such words were simply her way of countering the present situation.

“Hmm, he really is a pervert.” But Luo Qiu nodded directly.

Zhong Luoyue rolled her eyes, currently just thinking about how to escape, having no time to chat idly with Luo Qiu. However, Queen Elizabeth, upon meeting Xitacil’s gaze, instinctively clutched Luo Qiu’s sleeve.

“What, are you that afraid of him?” Luo Qiu turned to ask.

Queen Elizabeth lowered her head slightly nervously, hesitating, “He… he used to be the one who sold me pure blood, so he was quite close with my family.”

Luo Qiu nodded thoughtfully.

Queen Elizabeth hurriedly added, “But, but I didn’t have much interaction with him. Because the Thirteen Clans have always supplied me with very little pure blood, it wasn’t enough for me. With no other option, my grandfather had to find Xitacil, who is a Dark Merchant and has sources for pure blood… But, but we were just ordinary business interactions. My grandfather he… he…”

Queen Elizabeth ultimately didn’t say anything more.

At this moment, Zhong Luoyue had pricked up her ears, listening intently to what Queen Elizabeth was saying.

The Thirteen Clans, Dark Merchant… pure blood?

But now Xitacil approached slowly.

His movements were quite dazzling, dodging the zombies while also launching attacks, easily moving past the zombie horde, stopping just a few meters away from Luo Qiu’s group.

“My dear friend, we meet again. Did you miss me?” Xitacil asked in a slanted and intimate tone.

Luo Qiu suddenly stretched out his hand, then retracted it a bit, examining his palm, finally shaking his head and saying something that no one could understand, “Just a little bit more.”

“What did you say?” Zhong Luoyue leaned closer, asking in a low voice, “You seem quite familiar with this guy?”

“I think that would be a very bad thing.” Luo Qiu quickly shook his head.

At this moment, Xitacil turned his gaze, first on Queen Elizabeth, then on Zhong Luoyue, and finally on Luo Qiu, chuckling softly, “Luo Qiu, you’re here, you aren’t trying to help Tu Shenyi, are you?”

“I temporarily have no reason to help him.” Luo Qiu shook his head, “I just plan to take Queen Elizabeth to the place where Mr. Amonst passed away, because she has that right.”

“Amonst, is it?” Xitacil nodded thoughtfully, “Truly a pity, Amonst was quite the handsome man in his youth… Such an unforgettable taste.”

“Xitacil, please, please stop!” Queen Elizabeth’s expression was a bit agitated — but she still maintained a courteous tone.

“Apologies, my dear Elizabeth.” Xitacil smiled slightly, and then said, “Luo Qiu, if you just want to go through, would you wait until we’ve handled things here?”

“Whatever.” Luo Qiu nodded.

After casting a flirtatious glance, Xitacil leaped back into the zombie horde. Zhong Luoyue finally breathed a sigh of relief, because in her view, at least Luo Qiu and this guy seemed to have reached some kind of agreement.

This only made Zhong Luoyue even more curious about Luo Qiu’s identity… In what capacity could he make these vampires so courteous?

Then there’s Tu Shenyi… Isn’t he the God of Gamblers? When did he become involved with zombies and vampires?

As she pondered, Zhong Luoyue suddenly felt a sadness welling up inside her. She didn’t know where this sadness was coming from, as though she had suddenly lost someone very important.

She instinctively touched her eyes, not knowing when the tears had come.

And at this moment, a zombie werewolf was smashed to pieces by Viscount Fernandis’s punch — at this moment, Viscount Fernandis was no longer just that muscled appearance, but had developed pale skin.

Looking around thirty-five years old, with a gloomy aura, but overall quite handsome.

He slowly landed on the ground, draped in a black cloak, revealing a sinister smile. At this point, Viscount Fernandis twisted his neck, slightly excitedly saying, “Fighting indeed is the fastest way to awaken the body… Tu Shenyi, is it? You and these experiments of yours have contributed quite a deal. Won’t you reconsider my proposal? I very much appreciate your talents, despite you being a parricide, but as long as you’re willing to bear my blood, I can accept you.”

“So much nonsense.” Tu Shenyi snorted coldly, the patterned blood-colored longsword in his hand turned from one into two.

He held the twin swords, spreading them apart, slightly bowing his head, but staring straight ahead, with a horrifying aura rapidly surging.

Viscount Fernandis shook his head, suddenly saying, “You actually got one thing wrong. That is, I’m not the last hope of the Fernandis Family to see if I can become the fourth generation. I have… already achieved the fourth generation!”

From behind Fernandis, a surge of blood energy burst forth!

The constantly surging blood energy now hovered like a pair of blood-colored wings.

At this moment, the zombie werewolves beside Tu Shenyi leaped out in an instant, while Tu Shenyi charged straight in, leaving Viscount Fernandis no escape.

“How would you know the power of the fourth generation.” Viscount Fernandis shook his head, only swiftly waving his hands, sweeping towards Tu Shenyi and the two zombie werewolves in the void with a single slash!

In just a moment, the yet-to-land zombie werewolves, their bodies were like being cut by a high-pressure water gun, sliced into neatly cut pieces, falling to the ground.

At this moment, Tu Shenyi held the swords in front of him, but within an instant, his body flew backward — the blade of the patterned blood-colored longsword bore several gaps.

At this time, Viscount Fernandis’s body lunged forward, charging out at incredible speed, seizing the still-airborne Tu Shenyi.

His hand directly grasped Tu Shenyi’s head, lifting him high. As a fourth-generation vampire, Viscount Fernandis’s perception was far superior to Xitacil’s.

“You and Xitacil should be of the same generation, but in my eyes, in terms of combat awareness or demeanor, you far surpass my useless descendant. I give you one last chance, accept my blood, become my descendant!”

But at this moment, Tu Shenyi suddenly released the swords, allowing them to fall to the ground, as if he had no intention of resisting.

Viscount Fernandis suddenly snorted, but then hurled Tu Shenyi’s head against the wall.

Tu Shenyi fell from the wall, sitting on the ground, head down, without raising it.

Viscount Fernandis snorted, “You seek death wholeheartedly? You think you can escape my perception?”

Tu Shenyi remained motionless… In the distance, Luo Qiu’s eyes gradually brightened.

“You’re not Tu Shenyi, who are you?” Viscount Fernandis waved his hand, a bloody claw mark slashed out in an instant.

It directly tore through Tu Shenyi’s mask, revealing his disguise.

A full head of white hair fell loose, delicate features, as if crafted by the heavens, breathtakingly beautiful, but the eyes were devoid of color, looking like those of a dead person.

“I’ve seen this woman before…” Zhong Luoyue blurted out, “In Tu Shenyi’s study, the woman in that painting… What’s going on?”

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