Chapter 409: Volume 1 Chapter 409 Sinful Island (5)

The blood at the corner of Jiang Zhi's lips was licked clean by the greedy boy in front of her; the wounds in her body mysteriously healed, the pain disappeared, leaving only dizziness from excessive blood loss.

She well knew the boy's danger; unlike Doctor Xu, his cruelty and ruthlessness were only surface-level.

"Danger." Seeing the furious, enraged vampire brother charging over, Jiang Zhi's pupils constricted as she raised the Tang sword to block his strike.

The Tang sword clashed with the sharp claws, producing a sound of hard metal vibrating.

The vampire, having lost his close kin, saw all his attributes surge madly with anger; Jiang Zhi was no match for him and kept retreating.

The boy standing behind her watched the scene with great interest, the curve of his lips ambiguously between a smile and not.

A weak human actually dared to think he could protect him.

The boy wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his beautiful-jointed fingers gripping her wrist, then swung the Tang sword in his hand, easily piercing the vampire's chest.

Not finished yet, he controlled her hand and in one motion severed the vampire's head.

This is the vampire's fatal weakness; once his head is cut off, his entire body turns into black smoke and dissipates in the air.

Jiang Zhi panicked extremely, her heart pounding violently, as if it would jump out of her throat.

Only then did she realize what kind of terrifying existence she had provoked.

The thin lips pressed to her ear slightly opened, a chilly breath blowing over her pale earlobe, sending shivers through her.

"Look, this is how you kill him."

Jiang Zhi's fingers loosened, the Tang sword fell to the ground; the danger posed by the boy behind her was like a poisonous snake clinging and coiling around her whole body, ready to bite her at any moment and inject deadly poison.

Feeling the trembling and fear of the girl in his arms, his damp cold breath gradually moved to her neck side, he extended his scarlet tongue tip to lightly lick, then gently soothed:

"Don't be afraid, I really like you, I won't kill you now."

His comfort had no effect; Jiang Zhi only wanted to flee this place as quickly as possible.

But at this moment she could not provoke the boy; lowering her eyes, she flung herself into his embrace, a faint chill seeming to spread through her clothes to her skin, she carefully pressed her face against his chest, hearing not a single heartbeat.

"May I know your benefactor's name?"

The boy liked her behavior very much; his teenage nature was unrestrained, and he did not hide his interest in her, his calloused fingertips rubbing her nape as if teasing a kitten.

"A Du. And you?"

"Wang Xiao Jing." She lied without blushing or her heart racing.

After speaking, A Du scooped her up horizontally, his handsome yet aggressive face shrouded in heavy shadows, his tone excited: "Come home with me~ I'll protect you."

Jiang Zhi didn't even have the right to refuse.

His figure darted through the city corroded by night like a martial-arts movie master with lightness skills, the scenery constantly shifting until they reached the most prosperous part of the urban area.

Tranquil and beautiful, faint streetlights sprinkled over them.

Jiang Zhi wanted to get down from his arms, her cheeks slightly flushed: "I, I can walk on my own."

A Du affectionately rubbed against her neck side, sniffing the orchid fragrance emanating from her blood, his fangs uncontrollably appearing at the corner of his mouth as he lightly rubbed.

"I really like the scent on you."

Jiang Zhi listened, heart pounding with fear.

The system said, her constitution attracts perverted people; the more perverted, the easier to attract.

She could only nestle in his arms, entering a villa built in the dense, gloomy forest.

Crossing the threshold, she felt a wave of yin cold rush over her.

As the boy continued forward, what came into view was a coffin, entirely black, exquisitely carved, open so that the crystal pillow inside could be seen.

A Du placed her in the coffin, which turned out to be a double coffin that could hold two people; the boy lay beside her, his arm tightly encircling her waist, his head buried in her neck crook, he closed his eyes and softly said: "Sleep with me."

Jiang Zhi dared not move at all, lying down obediently, but the arm wrapped around her waist pressed uncomfortably.

After a long while.

So long that she felt she was about to freeze to death.

Vampires like the cold; their sleeping place is still the lowest level of the basement, dark and devoid of light.

For the human Jiang Zhi, this was nothing short of a painful torment.

She carefully moved the boy's arm aside; fortunately the coffin lid wasn't shut, and she painstakingly managed to get out of the coffin.

Hugging her cold body tightly, she shivered as she walked out of the basement, wanting to leave the villa.

But the villa was too labyrinthine; she didn't know the layout and could only rely on intuition.

After passing a long corridor, she finally saw a faint glimmer of light appearing at the top of a turn.

Jiang Zhi tiptoed over, arriving at the floor-to-ceiling window of the level, intending to push it open and climb out.

At that moment, a calm, indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Zhi abruptly turned her head and saw a boy sitting in a wheelchair.

He looked very young, younger than A Du, but his handsome face resembling A Du's and his pallid complexion unmistakably told her that he too was a vampire.

Jiang Zhi stepped back, her body pressing against the cold floor-to-ceiling window, full of vigilance, not daring to speak.

The night wind laden with cold blew through the half-open window onto him; the boy lowered his forehead, covered his mouth and began to cough violently, the cough sounding like a broken bellows, as if it might rupture completely at any moment.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi hurriedly closed the window and whispered an apology.

The boy gradually eased his breathing; the fingers resting on his legs were slender, with clear bluish-green veins, his appearance full of sickly beauty, like a flawless figure in an oil painting, giving an unreal feeling.

"Are you the prey my brother caught?"

Jiang Zhi's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing.

The boy before her seemed even weaker than she; she could seize the chance to push open the window and escape, but if he turned and told his brother A Du, she would soon be caught again.

First, she needed to steady this boy.

"Um... I want to go to the bathroom, but I've walked half a day and can't find a restroom."

The boy pointed to the room across from him: "There's a bathroom there."

Meeting his gaze fixed on her, Jiang Zhi had no choice but to steel herself and walk toward the bathroom.

After just a couple steps, the boy behind her said, "I can help you escape."

Jiang Zhi's steps halted, and she turned her head to look at him in disbelief.

The boy in the wheelchair lifted his eyelids slightly; the shadow beneath his brow made his eyes unreadable, and his pale lips moved: "Do me a favor."

Jiang Zhi asked doubtfully, "What favor?"

The boy said, "Be my model and try on a few outfits."

Jiang Zhi agreed without hesitation.

Trying on clothes is simple.

Following the boy to his room, Jiang Zhi saw rows of clothing racks, each with different styles—cute, sexy, elegant, and so on.

Jiang Zhi looked at the dazzling array of clothes and her eyes widened suddenly.

The boy pushed his wheelchair to the rack, took out an outfit from it, and handed it to her.

The changing room is over there; change into it.

Jiang Zhi hesitated, standing in place, her eyes on the clothes in his hand; after taking them, she went to the changing room.

It was a Lolita-style outfit: the off-white skirt's outer edge was floral lace, the fabric felt soft and comfortable, the cut was clean and simple, and when she wore it she looked like a doll stepped out of a comic.

The boy seated in the wheelchair looked at the girl in the little dress.

Her black, silky hair fell like silk around her waist, her exquisite features had no flaw, her raven-black lashes trembled slightly from unease, her pink lips pressed tight, and her two slender hands clutched the skirt nervously.

A faint smile rarely appeared at the corner of the boy's lips, and in that instant he was so stunning, like melting ice and snow, that one couldn't look away.

Nice.

Jiang Zhi dazed for a moment, then slowly asked, "Do I need to change again?"

The boy grunted, then handed her several more outfits.

Afterward.

After trying on a dozen or so outfits, Jiang Zhi almost stumbled as she left the changing room; wearing heels that didn't quite fit, she had on a pure black long dress, her snow‑white thighs faintly visible, the top a bit tight, constricting her breath.

"Is this one okay?"

The boy held a cup of plain water and handed it to her, saying, "It's fine."

Jiang Zhi didn't want to take the cup of plain water from his hand, and she hesitated for a long time.

Seeing this, the boy spoke gently, "Sorry, I was just worried you'd be thirsty."

His attitude was warm and considerate, with none of the coldness from when they first met; it seemed this was ingrained in him, making people let down their guard easily.

Jiang Zhi's wariness faded; she walked to him in her ill‑fitting heels and took the cup of plain water.

The glass cup radiated warmth, slightly soothing her anxious, uneasy feelings of the day.

She sipped it slowly, and her thirst eased.

Thank you.

The boy said, "My name is Li Wu. What about you?"

Jiang Zhi set down the glass cup: "Jiang Xiao Jing."

Li Wu lowered his eyes: "Hmm, you can go; I won't tell my brother."

Jiang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and intended to go to the changing room to put on her own clothes.

Li Wu said, "This outfit suits you well; wear it as you leave."

Jiang Zhi thanked him, lifted the hem of her skirt, and stepped out.

But before she could step out the door, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her, her limbs gradually turning weak and limp, her fingers gripping the doorframe as her body began to collapse.

Li Wu, who had risen from his wheelchair, walked over at an unhurried pace, stopped in front of her, and effortlessly lifted her up, bringing her back inside.

…

An exquisitely carved crystal coffin stood in the center of the bedroom.

After waking, Jiang Zhi discovered her eyes were covered with black cloth and her limbs were tightly bound inside the coffin, unable to move.

She did not struggle, but instead opened the system task to check.

The main quest had unlocked the moment she entered the villa.

The information about the antagonist was brief, but it let her know that the villain was Li Wu.

Li Wu was not A Du's younger brother; his age was unknown, and his appearance and build had remained that of a sixteen‑ or seventeen‑year‑old.

In this world, the blood clan is divided into high and low status.

The Li family holds the highest rank among the blood clan, possessing completely pure vampire blood, and Li Wu is the ancestor of the Li family, the progenitor of the blood clan, the first to become a vampire.

He has a quirk: he likes dolls, the prettier the doll the more he likes it; he injects a drug into the bodies of the humans he targets, making them immortal yet stripping away their souls, leaving them as empty shells.

Jiang Zhi's main quest is: make the villain Li Wu die for her.