Chapter 406: Volume 1 Chapter 406 Sinful Island (2)

It looks extremely dangerous tonight, with a very high difficulty coefficient.

777 was a bit anxious: 'Host, aren't you going to find a place to hide? The Blood Hunters will be out any moment.'

Jiang Zhi put away her watch, slowly stood up, and said, 'I know.'

She walked forward along this park, passed through a narrow alley, and stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

After glancing around, she went inside and then pushed shut the heavy iron door.

The warehouse was stacked with a large pile of cardboard boxes, a few scattered on the floor. Using the dim light from her watch, she inspected the warehouse, then laid the boxes on the floor, lay down on them, and closed her eyes to rest.

Jiang Zhi clearly felt that her mental state was very poor.

The original owner had stayed alert in the cabin and hardly slept at all.

'If I fail in this world, will it punish the world?'

Seeing her low spirits, 777 hurried to comfort her: 'No, Host, I can now help you avoid the penalty for one mission failure, so you don't need to worry!'

Jiang Zhi didn't respond to it anymore, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

She slept very deeply.

After sleeping about four hours, she was awakened by a violent impact.

The iron door was being wildly struck by something unknown, and outside came a frenzied, excited laugh.

'I've already smelled your scent~ Hurry up and open the door, let me in~'

Jiang Zhi: 'Crazy?'

Hearing the sound, she got up, went to the metal window behind her, without hesitation opened the window, and climbed out.

The window led to a secluded, deep alley. Jiang Zhi struggled to run forward, her steps slow, while the sound of the electric saw behind her grew louder.

Jiang Zhi knew it was a dead end, but she did not want to give up.

Under the hazy moonlight, she saw a slender figure standing not far ahead.

Unlike the madman behind her, his bearing was transcendent and refined; perhaps due to the moonlight, he appeared gentle and friendly.

Jiang Zhi didn't have time to think about that; she ran over with all her strength, stretched out her arms, and tightly embraced him.

Her voice was short and slightly trembling, filled with helpless pleading.

'Save me, save me, please save me...'

The man's low voice carried a velvety charm; he slowly lowered his gaze, his eyes tinged with scarlet reflecting the pale moonlight, his thin, colorless lips slightly curling.

'What's in it for me to save you?'

The girl in his arms lifted her head, revealing a fair, slender neck as fragile as a swan's, constantly drawing deep breaths; the tear mole at the corner of her eye stood out starkly against her rosy skin.

'My, my blood is delicious, have some...'

Afraid he would refuse, she strained to tiptoe, bringing her face to his lips.

The man caught the faint, lingering fragrance drifting from her neck, which came from the blood beneath her skin.

It easily aroused his strong appetite.

The Blood Hunter wielding an electric saw drew nearer; upon seeing the two entwined figures, he paused for a moment, regained his senses, and wanted to use the saw to mince them both.

The Blood Hunter unexpectedly met the man's gaze, as if encountering something terrifying; a dreadful pressure squeezed his heart, and the chilling, dangerous malice grew stronger.

It seemed as if he were saying to him, 'She is my prey.'

The electric-saw Blood Hunter retreated two steps in terror, then turned and stumbled away running.

The alley returned to a deathly silence.

Jiang Zhi heard the fleeing footsteps, felt relief in her chest, but as she was about to loosen her arms, a faint pain came from the skin on her neck.

A damp, cold sensation spread over it, and blood was drawn out in streams along his sharp fangs.

She felt extreme unease and fear, tried to turn her neck to escape, but the man held her fast, unable to move an inch; even his iron‑hard arm encircled her waist, and her slender, soft body fit snugly into his tall frame.

Just as she was about to faint, the man finally released her, his palm gripping the back of her head, his blood‑stained thin lips curling into a pleased arc, his voice slightly hoarse:

'Your blood is sweet.'

Saying that, he added, 'I like it very much.'