Chapter 118: Volume 1 Chapter 118 Tenant (6)

After walking through the street into a winding, twisting alley and passing who knows how many corners, Jiang Zhi finally arrived at the accident site mentioned in the news.

It was cordoned off with yellow warning tape, no one could be seen around, nearby residents dared not come this way, and after the police finished their inspection in the morning they sealed it off, warning passersby not to approach.

As soon as Jiang Zhi got close, she smelled a faint scent of blood, mixed with the autumn chill, making her unwilling to go further.

It really is a crime scene.

She crossed her arms, withdrew her gaze, and prepared to leave.

Just as she turned, her vision suddenly went black; by the time she reacted, her whole body had been pulled into a narrow gap beside her, her back pressed against a cold, hard wall, and her eyes covered by a coat.

That person possessed immense strength, easily binding her hands with something unknown, and then pressed her legs down firmly.

Jiang Zhi was like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of her captor.

She opened her mouth to shout, but it was gagged.

A faintly stimulating smell drifted into her nostrils; before she could resist, her head grew dizzy, her limbs went limp and began to sink, and the person in front of her wrapped one arm around her waist.

"Sister~" a familiar voice accompanied by mechanical sounds appeared beside her ear, blowing hot breath onto her earlobe.

Jiang Zhi heard the voice, and her heart tightened.

She never expected that this pervert, who had been stalking her, would abduct her in broad daylight.

Now she was certain: the pervert lived on the same floor as her; she could smell his scent, unfamiliar yet crisp.

Who could it be?

She thought of the fat man she had encountered earlier, Zhang Hao, who not only lived on the same floor but also next door.

Then she reconsidered: it couldn't be him, because Zhang Hao's body odor was so foul that you could smell it from far away.

Aside from Zhang Hao, who else could it be?

Before Jiang Zhi could finish her thought, a pain came from her lips.

The person pressing on her opened his mouth and bit her.

It seemed unsatisfied with her dazed state.

"Sister, who are you thinking about? Why are you thinking of someone else while I'm by your side?"

His voice carried a childish tone, mixed with an uncomfortable, strong possessiveness.

Jiang Zhi could not speak, nor could she break free from his bonds; she could only grit her teeth in hatred.

Once she finds out who he is, she will surely take harsh revenge.

"I really like you, sister." His voice drew nearer, laced with moist, erotic heat.

"Every day I want to hug you, kiss you, and watch you cry."

As he finished speaking, he pressed a warm, soft kiss to her lips; his breathing grew ragged as he pinched her chin, licking her lips like a big yellow dog with no rhythm, soon probing inside.

Jiang Zhi's tongue base was sucked until it ached, tears welled at the corners of her eyes, and her cheeks flushed with an abnormal scarlet.

Only when he tasted the metallic tang of blood did he reluctantly stop, licking clean the blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Sister..." he leaned against her neck, leaving several kiss marks, and each exhalation of warm, moist air flowed into her collar.

Jiang Zhi was held by him and set down to sit on a piece of clothing, an outer coat; the dim light prevented her from seeing the person's face clearly.

When her consciousness returned and her strength gradually recovered, the person was already gone.

Jiang Zhi tidied her clothes, then leaned unsteadily against the wall and stood up.

The first thing she wanted to do was lift her foot and stomp hard on that coat.

"Pervert! Dead pervert!"

She trembled with anger, the irritation from being molested lingering.

Her lips and tongue base still ached; that person was like a monk who had broken his vows after ages without meat—not gentle, and he clung to her relentlessly.

If it weren't for the sky growing darker, he probably wouldn't want to leave.

Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, picked up the coat from the ground, and walked back on her weak legs.

She had never gone out after dark before; in the Punishment Instance, nighttime is dangerous, often when maniacs start their activities.

She cannot die yet.

On her way back to the rental, she saw no one, even more desolate than before.

Jiang Zhi couldn't help but feel a bad premonition.

Not far ahead, a figure appeared at some point; through the dim streetlight, a hint of white could be seen faintly.

As Jiang Zhi walked forward, her view cleared, and that figure turned out to be the tenant of room 604.

His shoulder-length snow-white hair was striking; his 1.82-meter model-like slender figure stood by the roadside like a mannequin displayed in front of a shop.

The dim light enveloped him, making him seem like a midnight snow sprite, sending chills down one's spine.

Jiang Zhi involuntarily hugged herself and quickened her pace.

She walked on.

Jiang Zhi started to run, but after just two steps her legs were already weak, the sky grew darker, she misstepped in her haste and almost fell, but she managed to steady herself.

He stood not far from her.

A man with his eyes wrapped in black cloth, his eyelids slightly lowered, the exposed skin pallid and colorless, reflecting the faint light, almost translucent white.

Meanwhile, dark red blood welled from his chest, dripping onto the floor, soaking his off‑white sweater and turning it dark.

Jiang Zhi stared in shock at the scene, her gaze moving from his chest to his face.

Although it had nothing to do with her, she felt that if the man didn't staunch the bleeding, he would die from blood loss.

Perhaps sensing her presence, the white‑haired man's expression flickered slightly, he gripped his blind cane tighter, his flawless profile turned cold, and suddenly an oppressive aura emanated from his whole body.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi rose and intended to leave.

A sharp gust swept across her face, and the man before her vanished instantly.

She heard the sound of blades clashing, and when she looked up again, with a thud the ground shook.

The man appeared again, gripping the black shadow's neck and slamming it onto the ground.

His blind stick had turned into a long sword, which he ruthlessly thrust into the black shadow's body.

That black shadow turned into gray smoke and vanished.

Jiang Zhi raised her hand and rubbed her eyes hard, her slightly dilated pupils fixed on the white-haired man, her face full of shock.

Wait.

What just happened?

Is she still in the fantasy world?

"System, didn't you say this isn't a spiritual instance??" She hurriedly asked the Punishment Instance's system.

【Hello Host, this is indeed not a spiritual instance, but there are non-humans.】

Jiang Zhi instinctively asked: "What non-humans?"

The system did not respond to her words, but the white-haired man not far away answered her confusion.

The man removed the black cloth covering his eyes, revealing blood-red pupils like rubies; his pale, handsome face, bathed in the descending moonlight, refracted an unusual sheen.

Along his thin lips appeared sharp, slender fangs, exuding a dangerous aura.

Jiang Zhi's body stiffened; she carefully shifted her steps, her desire to escape growing stronger.

It's a vampire!

Why does this Punishment Instance have a vampire?!!

No wonder his hair is white, his complexion like that of albinism, and he even wrapped his eyes in black cloth.