Red wine in the glass swirled, a mesmerizing color reflecting a delicate face.

The man dragged his finger along the bottom of the glass, gently swirling it. The overhead chandelier caused it to shimmer and sparkle, emitting an unusual luster. At the same time, the smell was sharp, no less than the evaporation of alcohol.

A woman in a bathrobe entered the living room.

Looking at the man's behavior, she said disdainfully, "That's all the ambition you have."

"Isn't that all the ambition there is?"

The man didn't mind. He took a sip of the liquid in his glass, smacked his lips, and said, "After being locked up inside for decades, all I've been thinking about is this fresh taste. It's a pity that none of those three were menstruating. That kind of blood is the most attractive to me."

"I can't understand your morbid fetish. Swallowing essence and blood is one thing, we also need it to make up for our previous losses. But you even want the dregs below. Aren't you afraid of it being dirty?"

"Aren't pigs, sheep, and cows dirty? Aren't living people in the yang-realm eating them too?"

The man stood up, spread his hands, and said, "Come on, you have a nice body, and I happen to be well-endowed. Come here, let me enjoy myself."

"Buzz!"

A flash of cold light!

"Hiss..."

"Splatter!"

The woman turned around, walked to the living room, took a bottle of mineral water, and then looked at the mess on the floor next to the table, and said, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it, or eat it slowly. Spitting it on the ground while eating, isn't that disgusting?"

"Hey, I say, A Yao, it's not easy to come out once, can't you indulge yourself a little?"

"That's right, A Feng is right. It's not easy to come up here once, we have to release ourselves while completing the task. These are all owed to us by those big shots in the Yin Division! They want the horse to run, but they don't want the horse to eat grass. How can there be such a good thing?"

On the second-floor railing, a middle-aged man was holding an ancient book and reading it with relish.

"That's right, A Peng understands me. Speaking of which, after not coming up here for decades, the changes on the ground are really big."

"I almost can't recognize it."

A Yao put down the water bottle and snorted, "It's not just the ground that's unrecognizable, the changes in the underworld are even more unrecognizable. The Big Boss was suppressed, and we were imprisoned for only a few years. The Yin Division has already become like this. In the end, we are the ones who have to come out and clean up this mess."

"If they didn't rot themselves, how could we have this day of seeing the sun again?" A Peng put his thumb to his lips, dabbed some saliva, turned another page, and continued, "The other teams seem to have already discovered the location of the Hao Zhi (a mythical beast) origin. Team A has already succeeded. We have to hurry too."

"There's no way. The message clearly said that there are one or two Hao Zhi origin carriers in Tong City, but we've been searching for two days. Except for a few stowaways who were cleaned up along the way, the real defectors we're looking for have disappeared like they evaporated into thin air. Is there an error in the message? Also, there are too many stowaways in the yang-realm. The Yin Division has been riddled with holes. Tsk tsk."

"The message can't be wrong." A Yao said directly, "The person who sent the message is one of the Hao Zhi carriers himself."

"That guy is not bad, a bit interesting, maybe we can recruit him into our enforcement team."

"He's not as perverted as you."

"It's okay, he'll adapt to the local customs after joining our enforcement team, hahaha, I have that confidence."

"Let's look for another day. If we still haven't found anything tomorrow, we'll leave Tong City to hunt other targets. It's impossible for other teams to be constantly making gains, while our team is just loafing around here. Otherwise, the higher-ups will think we're deliberately slacking off."

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you. Speaking of which, I haven't had enough fun yet." A Feng continued to approach the woman with a playful smile, not minding that the woman had just cut off his genitals.

"Today's quota is full." A Peng on the second-floor railing turned another page of paper, "There's only so much quota for one day. Exceeding it may cause some problems. Since we've been released, we should take it slow and steady."

"Bullshit!"

A Feng raised his head and cursed at A Peng on the second floor, dissatisfied: "Your wife was sold into a brothel when you were alive, that's why you're so angry at women who do flesh business. I say you're sick, I don't want that kind of woman's blood, it always makes me feel uncomfortable!"

A Peng ignored him.

"Speaking of which, I'm really confused. Wasn't it you who personally sold your wife into a brothel? Why do you hate those women?"

"Do I have to hate myself?" A Peng pointed to his face and asked.

A Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, of course you can't hate yourself. Okay, I understand you, but I get to choose the prey for tomorrow! I want to choose a few children, the blood of children is the purest, without so many impurities."

A Peng closed the book and shook his head, "No, harming children is against heavenly harmony. You can harm them if you want, but the number has to be reduced by half, otherwise I won't be able to handle it. Do you know how tiring it is to resolve those karmic debts?"

"Then I'll think about it again."

A Feng sat back on the sofa, bent over, and picked up his two balls that he had just kicked out and hit the wall, only to bounce back. He held them in his palm and spun them like walnuts.

Spin, spin, spin.

"Hey, do you think these things will develop a patina if I spin them for a long time?"

A Yao was too lazy to pay attention to him and went straight back to her room.

A Feng curled his lips.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

A Feng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "A Peng, did you order takeout again?"

"No, maybe A Yao ordered it."

"Oh, come down and get it, I have to change my pants."

A Feng's pants were covered in blood.

A Peng nodded, walked down the stairs, and came to the front door. He saw a young man in blue clothes standing at the door through the monitor.

"Who is it?"

A Peng asked.

"Open the door, delivering takeout."

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This chapter has a few less words, I'll add another chapter later tonight, don't panic!