Chapter 119: Volume 1, Chapter 119: Tenant (7)

So the black shadow he just killed was also a vampire...

This world not only has perverted killers, but also vampires!!

It leaves no way out for people.

Jiang Zhi turned and ran, reaching the sixth floor already out of breath, with no time to catch her breath, as soon as she took a step, her vision blurred.

Her whole body was pressed against the wall, a sharp pain struck her neck, blood began to drain from her body, and the strength to struggle also faded.

Before she passed out, in a hazy haze, she saw those deep blood-red eyes.

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The next day.

Jiang Zhi, who had just woken up from bed, sat up, rubbed her head, drowsiness weighing on her eyelids, ultimately her biological clock overcame the drowsiness.

Consciousness returned, Jiang Zhi thought of something, her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked around.

This is her room.

So those were all a dream?

Dream…… it must be a dream, how could this world possibly have vampires.

Jiang Zhi relaxed and smiled, got out of bed, preparing to go to the washroom to freshen up.

Underfoot she stepped on something soft like cotton, and her whole body fell to the floor.

Her brows furrowed deeper and deeper as she leaned against the wall and walked to the mirror, slightly tilting her head back, revealing her slender, snow-white neck.

In the bright sunlight outside the window, the two inconspicuous red marks on her neck were strikingly noticeable.

They were scars where fangs had pierced the skin and healed, testifying that none of it was a dream.

It's real.

There really are vampires!!

Jiang Zhi's body went limp, she covered the red mark, feeling awful.

Too miserable.

On the same floor lives a lecher who obsesses over her, a perverted killer, and a vampire.

Even TV dramas wouldn't dare to portray it like this.

After composing herself, Jiang Zhi slowly got up, finished washing up, and prepared to order takeout to replenish her body after losing too much blood.

Yesterday she didn't stream; the rocket the pervert sent her that day, worth 250 yuan plus three hours of streaming wages, after a day had less than 100 left.

Tonight she must stream, otherwise she'll starve to death.

After Jiang Zhi placed her order, not long later someone knocked on the door.

She opened the door and saw the boy who scavenges trash.

Shi Xuan quietly lifted his eyes and saw her slightly pale complexion and the bluish tint under her eyes.

You……

He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but the words stuck at his lips, he couldn't get them out.

Jiang Zhi heard it and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

Shi Xuan shook his head and handed over the food bag.

Jiang Zhi, upon receiving the food bag, as usual, gave him the trash from yesterday to throw away.

After closing the door, she didn't know the boy was still standing motionless in front of the door for a long time.

Shi Xuan's hands, covered in thick calluses, clenched tightly around the trash bag.

Where did she go all day yesterday……

Last night he noticed the light in the hallway; she still hadn't come back very late.

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After lunch, Jiang Zhi curled up on the sofa, her body alternating between chills and fever, feeling very uncomfortable.

Until evening, she ordered dinner, heard a knock, slowly rose, opened the door, and saw the boy.

You, what's wrong? Shi Xuan asked, seeing her cheeks flushed with an abnormal red, his brows furrowing.

I'm fine. Jiang Zhi shook her head, thinking she must be sick.

She reached out to take the food bag from his hand, but her body swayed and she collapsed unexpectedly.

Shi Xuan met her body head-on, catching her; his shoulder met her soft, scorching face, and hot breath sprayed onto his neck.

Jiang, Zhi!

He hurriedly supported her into the room and laid her on the sofa.

Jiang Zhi's consciousness was fuzzy, she clenched the small knife beneath her.

This is her only weapon for self-defense.

Shi Xuan, who had helped her inside, had no intention to kill her; he found a towel soaked in cold water and placed it on her forehead, his intermittent words falling in her ear.

I, I'll go find a doctor.

Jiang Zhi reached out and grabbed his wrist, her flushed face slightly lifted, her eyes welling with physiological tears.

No, don't." Her voice trembled, showing determination: "No doctor.

Letting Shi Xuan into her home is already dangerous; if she lets other outsiders in, Jiang Zhi will never sleep soundly here again.

The warmth transmitted from her wrist seemed to seep into his flesh, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation, as if reaching his marrow and soul.

This was Shi Xuan's first intimate contact with a person.

He was somewhat flustered and at a loss, lowering his head, standing motionless like a statue.

Until he heard the knocking outside, Shi Xuan suddenly came to his senses, that hand already withdrawn.

He walked to the door, hesitated a few seconds, then opened it.

Outside stood a blind man with snow-white hair.

Shi Xuan had an exceptional memory and instantly recalled who this person was.

He was the man living in room 604.

"I'm a doctor; I can cure her."

Shi Xuan heard the voice, but his wariness did not lessen in the slightest; he gripped the doorknob tightly and said coldly, "Do you know her?"

The man in room 604 never interacted with others; he always came and went alone, leaving in the day and returning at midnight.

No one knew what he did, and no one dared to investigate.

Because everyone in the building knew that the person in room 604 was not to be provoked; he was very dangerous.

The white-haired man's expression flickered with surprise; he was clearly taken aback by the question.

After a long while, he took out a packet of medicine from his pocket and handed it to the boy.

"This medicine is a fever reducer; you can give it to her."

Having said that, without waiting for Shi Xuan's reaction, the man turned and left.

Shi Xuan closed the door, examined the fever-reducing medicine in his hand, then quickly popped a pill into his mouth.

After a while, his body felt no discomfort.

Only then did he feed the medicine to the girl who had fallen into a deep sleep.

Jiang Zhi lay on the sofa, unconscious for a long time, waking only at two in the morning.

Her fever had subsided; when she opened her eyes, she saw the boy asleep, slumped against the edge of the sofa.

The boy did not know how long he had slept; his sleep was restless, his brow furrowed, his face tense.

Jiang Zhi was somewhat surprised.

Her suspicion of him gradually lessened.

Shi Xuan appeared gloomy and solitary, but his thoughts were simple; when others treated him well, he treated them well in return.

He was probably not a perverted killer from the Punishment Instance.

If it weren't for his care, Jiang Zhi would likely have died from a persistent high fever tonight.

He really is a good kid.

Jiang Zhi wanted to get a blanket to drape over him.

As soon as she rose, the boy suddenly woke, sat up, and looked at her nervously.

"I'm fine," Jiang Zhi said quickly, "Thank you for taking care of me tonight; without you, I wouldn't know what to do."

Shi Xuan clenched the hem of his clothes, lowered his head to look at the floor, and answered timidly, "No, problem."

As he spoke, he shifted his steps toward the doorway.

"I'm going back."

Jiang Zhi stopped him, saying, "It's very late; you can sleep here tonight and go back tomorrow."

She pointed to the sofa behind her and said with a smile, "You can sleep right here; it's fine."

Knowing he felt awkward about sleeping in the bedroom, the living-room sofa could easily accommodate an adult lying down; she fetched a blanket, and it would be fine for him to sleep here.

Shi Xuan shook his head, the fingers gripping his shirt hem tightening slightly: "I'm dirty."

He had spent the day picking up trash and delivering meals, and would soil the sofa.

Jiang Zhi said casually, "It's fine; I sweated from my fever today, and the sofa cover will need washing tomorrow anyway, so it doesn't matter how dirty you are."

Not letting him say more, Jiang Zhi put on an angry pose, hands on her hips, and demanded, "I've said all this; if you still leave, it means you don't like my home."

Shi Xuan hurriedly shook his head, somewhat anxious: "No, that's not it; I really do like it."