Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 886: Chapter 130: Forget Worry, Three Lives (13)

Of course, Song Er and Song San wouldn’t have a falling-out over a movie star, otherwise wouldn’t those decades of brotherhood have been wasted?

But at this moment, they were indeed face to face, shouting at each other with flushed faces.

Unlike Eve, Takizawa could understand the language of Hua Country—because the place where his clan resided was next to that great eastern country, and had inherited a lot of its dialogue.

Precisely because he could understand, Takizawa felt it unbelievable that these two guys were arguing over such a trivial matter.

Takizawa’s body had long since split into two. At this moment, the two bodies created by the division were almost synchronously looking back and forth between Song Er and Song San, listening to their mutual insults.

Yet just at this moment, Song San’s arm suddenly swung, and three cold glints shot out instantly, unexpectedly aiming for one of Takizawa’s eyes!

However, these three cold glints did not achieve their intended magical effect; instead, they were easily swatted to the ground by Takizawa’s tendril. This ‘Takizawa’ scoffed, “Idiot, you think I would fall for that again.”

Song San, with a darkened face, suddenly shouted, “Take this!”

He leaped upwards, his palm swinging wildly, releasing a burst of white mist from his hand. Takizawa thought it was some special attack and quickly swatted with his tendril, not expecting the mist-like substance to be dispersed instantly.

The tiny bit of mist scattered like dust, and both ‘Takizawa’s couldn’t dodge in time, letting the white powder fall on them—especially on their exposed eyes.

Ah—!

The two ‘Takizawas’ immediately let out cries of pain, their bodies writhing frantically, their tendrils thrashing about, sweeping away the surrounding zombies. “Ah… My eyes! My eyes!! What did you do to me!”

“Are you an idiot! Have you never seen someone throw lime in a fight!”

“Lime! Such a low-grade trick, I can’t believe you used it!”

The two ‘Takizawas’ immediately became furious. How could Song San, who was at the pinnacle of ordinary human capability, with strength worthy of being a grandmaster of his time, be such a lowlife who throws lime!

So infuriating!

“Haha, it’s just right to use it against a monster like you!” Song San laughed twice, and just then, Song Er leaped out from behind Song San, without saying a word, launching a flurry of kicks on one ‘Takizawa’.

This series of kicks counted at least a dozen, with the final kick sending this ‘Takizawa’ flying out of the zombie horde.

But the two didn’t relax because there was still another ‘Takizawa’ here!

Song Er leaned against Song San, whispering, “Just that move almost drained all my power, barely making the guy spit blood! This monster, even if the blind lord from the village came personally, would be hard to deal with.”

“Woo…!! I’ll drain every last drop of your blood!!!”

The remaining ‘Takizawa’ suddenly became furious, his body swelling up in an instant, transforming into a gigantic leech!

A massive bloodsucking leech, ten meters long, with each tendril like a steel bar, flailing about chaotically, as if about to collapse the place.

Song Er and Song San didn’t expect this monster to have a hand to play, and now thoroughly enraged, they couldn’t help a silent lament.

Yet, just at the moment when the two had thoughts of ‘this is the end of me’, the ground suddenly trembled, and in the next second, the massive bloodsucking leech’s body collapsed directly to the ground, motionless.

Song Er and Song San dared not move, only vaguely feeling something peculiar. But before they could ponder for long, the giant leech on the ground suddenly exploded.

A huge amount of bloody water spurted out, like a rain of blood.

Amidst the pile of flesh from the giant leech’s carcass, a tall silhouette could be vaguely seen—it was even taller than Song Da, probably nearly two meters high.

Looking closely, it was a shriveled corpse—a dried corpse!

At this moment, the dried corpse suddenly spread its hands, palms forming claw shapes, exerting as if grasping something virtually. Song Er and Song San only felt a huge force pulling at their bodies, forcing them to brace themselves and resist with difficulty.

They barely managed to resist, but those ordinary guests didn’t have such abilities. The bodies of the guests were lifted one by one, flying toward the dried corpse!

The dried corpse casually grabbed the body of a guest who first flew before it, amidst the terrified screams of the person. It suddenly opened its mouth with its massive fangs, directly biting into the guest’s neck!

In just the blink of an eye, it seemed that this person’s blood had been completely drained… In just a few seconds, he was mercilessly cast aside, rolling his eyes, lifeless.

The dried corpse seemed unconcerned about Song Er and Song San’s resistance, merely grabbing another female guest who flew toward it, biting again without hesitation… sucking her dry!

The body of the dried corpse at this moment began to gradually become ‘fuller’, muscles and veins visibly growing amidst the bones!

Finally, after the sixth guest was drained of all their blood, the dried corpse had ‘grown’ extremely robust—like a creature stripped of human skin, leaving only muscle tissues.

Meanwhile, since the appearance of the dried corpse, the surrounding zombies seemed to fall into a state like fear.

They ceased all movement, staying where they were, motionless.

Seeing this, Song Er and Song San felt the situation was dire, and where could they care about the terrified screaming guests at that moment? The two immediately took to their heels and ran for their lives.

The dried corpse merely watched the fleeing silhouettes of Song Er and Song San, not bothering, instead grabbing another guest, indulging in a fresh round of bloodsucking.

After the last guest had also been drained of blood, the dried corpse casually tossed the empty body to the ground… and behind the dried corpse came a slightly respectful voice.

“Great ancestor, are so many offerings still not enough to awaken you?”

It was Xitacil— and the dried corpse before him was evidently awakened by him, the bloodline ancestor of the Fernandis Family, the most powerful, original bloodsucker of the Fernandis Family, Viscount Fernandis.

“Not enough, I need more!” The voice was like the grinding of mechanical gears, very grating and heavy. At this moment, Viscount Fernandis opened his cracked lips, looking at Xitacil, “More!”

Xitacil smiled, “Ah, Viscount of the Fernandis Family, there is an endless world of food outside, which will surely satisfy you.”

Unexpectedly, Viscount Fernandis suddenly flashed, appearing instantly before Xitacil, grabbing his throat directly.

He wanted to struggle but at the sight of Viscount Fernandis’s gaze, it was as if even his soul trembled… This was Xitacil’s source of bloodsucker lineage!

“On this monster’s body, I sense a kindred spirit.” Viscount Fernandis roared at this moment, “But it is of such ugliness! As a descendant of mine, you dare to associate with such a monster… The honor of the Fernandis Family will be sullied by you!”

Xitacil was stunned, feeling that something was off with this script—shouldn’t be like this, the ancestor blaming him?

Xitacil today had already picked up the wrong script more than once!

Mr. Luo Qiu, then the incredibly powerful Tu Shenyi, and now his ancestor… It really seems like the wrong script?

“Great ancestor, please listen to me! The one you killed is called Takizawa, the bloodsucker monster of the Takizawa Family!” Xitacil hurriedly explained at this moment, “The Takizawa Clan is a mocking monster transformed by the secret technique created by that frightening hybrid! Until now, the Thirteen Clans never recognized them as part of us bloodsuckers! The relationship between Takizawa and me is purely utilitarian, all we wanted was to develop the ‘True Blood’ to counter the Thirteen Clans!”

He said nearly everything in one breath, and only then did he feel the force on his neck subside, Viscount Fernandis had gradually loosened his grip, allowing Xitacil to breathe.

“That hybrid?” Viscount Fernandis frowned, “No wonder… How long has Takizawa been born, why do I have no impression?”

Xitacil replied, “Great ancestor, you have been sleeping for almost three hundred and fifty years, while the Takizawa family came into being only two hundred years ago, it’s normal you don’t know.”

“Hmph!” Viscount Fernandis snorted coldly, “This monster that’s been created dare to call itself a family… The Thirteen Clans should cleanse these ones who ruin our pure bloodsucker lineage! Truly reverting the longer they live!”

Viscount Fernandis, full of anger, waved his hand, a violent gale scattered wide, instantly overturned a large number of zombies.

Xitacil remained silent, knowing his ancestor was evidently a fervent advocate of bloodline purity… However, at this moment, Viscount Fernandis suddenly turned around, gazing behind him.

Aware of this ancestor’s movement, Xitacil also slightly tensed.

For he saw the person he hoped to see upon returning—Tu Shenyi!

Yes, Tu Shenyi was right here.

He hid among the vast zombie horde, and only after Viscount Fernandis cleared them away, laying them down, did Tu Shenyi stand out conspicuously in place.

Still keeping his hands behind in a defiant stance… Tu Shenyi walked unhurriedly forth, saying indifferent, “Xitacil, is this your reliance… The originator of the Fernandis Family bloodline.”

“Tu Shenyi, you never imagined, right?”

Xitacil laughed joyfully, “The manor you’ve dwelled for so long, deep beneath it is an unbeatable power of my Fernandis Family!”

Tu Shenyi, however, shook his head, starting to scrutinize Viscount Fernandis up and down, he suddenly said, “Xitacil, can’t you see it yet.”

Xitacil froze, instinctively replied, “See what?”

Tu Shenyi sighed, “Xitacil, if it was just against you few, why would I release these things, and those created in recent years?”

Xitacil’s face slightly altered, “Could it be you, aiming against… No, you can’t know!”

He instinctively glanced at his ancestor, Viscount Fernandis… then quickly denied this thought.

It shouldn’t be, Tu Shenyi couldn’t possibly know the fact that the originator of the Fernandis Family hasn’t died—none of the Thirteen Clans knows either.

But Tu Shenyi seemed utterly reluctant to mind Xitacil’s words, staring straight at Viscount Fernandis, pondering, “You’re strong, I can feel the wicked power emanating from you… Perhaps upon your return this time, you’ll soon surpass your former self, becoming the fourth generation. Or perhaps, you’ve slept for over three hundred years just for this transformation.”

Viscount Fernandis then said, laughing, “Are you the one responsible for the True Blood plan spoken of by Xitacil? Hand over the True Blood obediently, I can bestow the Fernandis name upon you, making you my kin.”

“Sadly, I never had any True Blood here.” Tu Shenyi shook his head.

Viscount Fernandis said coldly, “No one dares to defy me.”

Tu Shenyi sneered, “No one? How arrogant and presumptuous a fellow is this? Fernandis? Have you forgotten, those towering Thirteen Clans. You… are nothing.”

“Ignorant little dog, you’ve successfully angered me!” Viscount Fernandis suddenly opened his huge mouth, letting out a terrifying roar.

Tu Shenyi showed no fear, snorted coldly, “You are not yet the fourth generation!”

“You know nothing of Power!” Viscount Fernandis waved his hand, a violent air current instantly shot forth.

The crimson currents split swiftly into four paths, attacking Tu Shenyi from left, right, top, and bottom. Facing these crimson energies, Tu Shenyi seemed wholly disinclined to evade or resist.

He just calmly watched, calmly watched, until at that moment, a huge black shadow suddenly darted out before him!

Boom——!

The four crimson streams fiercely collided with the black shadow shielding Tu Shenyi, in the end neither side overcame the other.

“Werewolf?”

Viscount Fernandis suddenly let out an even louder roar towards the one obstructing him!

It was a gigantic upright man-wolf. Its height was even greater than Viscount Fernandis.

“Not a mere werewolf… It’s a zombified werewolf!” Xitacil cried out in panic, “Ancestor be careful, this guy has created many fused monsters over the years, this zombie werewolf might just be one of his creations!”

Viscount Fernandis frowned at this moment, “Fusing the alien, merging two incompatible species… Is this the bloodline of the Yisheer Family?”

Xitacil said, “Tu Shenyi is the last descendant of the Yisheer Family, Karen Yisheer’s initial embraced offspring. Moreover, I suspect he’s even devoured his predecessor!”

“Traitorous rebellion, deserves death!” Viscount Fernandis’ eyes flared a murderous hue, “You disgraceful parricide!”

“Like I said, you are not yet the fourth generation.” Tu Shenyi waved dismissively.

Only to hear two heavy sounds… On both sides of the first zombie werewolf, two more of equally large zombie werewolves appeared.

Their eyes were turbid gray-white, their bodies a deathly gray… They charged ferociously toward Viscount Fernandis together in an instant!