Chapter 009

Nie Rang was still monitoring the Lesenba family, and there were several close calls where he almost got discovered. Fortunately, his incredible strength allowed him to escape each time. However, this had already raised the Lesenba family's vigilance, and there had been little activity for several days. Nie Rang decided to hide for a while and not show himself, allowing them to lower their guard. The weather today was quite pleasant; in such a cold region, blizzards were a common occurrence, and merely experiencing a cold wind of level five or six was truly good weather. What more could one ask for? Nie Rang was still sitting in that café, where he had become a regular. He had chosen this café after much consideration because it was the only establishment in the Lesenba family's vicinity that was not secretly controlled by them. This was thanks to the café owner's brother, who was the mayor of the city. Although Sabat loved to stir up trouble, as the saying goes: a rabbit does not eat the grass near its burrow; who would want to create trouble right at their own doorstep?

The iron spear suddenly flew towards the darkness beneath a streetlight, and Spenwick's hand had not yet come down. All the team members quickly scattered, effectively protecting Spenwick. The iron spear seemed to sink into the sea, with no reaction whatsoever. Silence enveloped the scene, and everyone's breath was held; the darkness under the streetlight was eerily still. Sweat trickled down Spenwick's forehead, and the silence lingered for a long time. Spenwick softly said, "Bernal, take a few people over to take a look; Riel, let's go!" Bernal dashed forward, while Spenwick continued to move ahead. Behind him, there was no sound for a long time. Spenwick suppressed the fear in his heart, refusing to turn back. One team member, unable to contain his curiosity, glanced back and happened to see the last team member rush into the small patch of darkness beneath the light, which was only the size of a wheel, and then vanish without a trace. A team member let out a scream, and everyone turned back; Bernal and the others had already disappeared without a trace.

"Hurry up!" Spenwick shouted in a low voice, and everyone rushed forward in a flurry, unable to maintain their formation. As Spenwick ran, he could no longer resist the urge to cautiously look back. In the blink of an eye, a dark iron spear appeared from the shadows beneath the light, and Spenwick's body trembled; he no longer had the strength to charge forward with his teammates.

The shadow disappeared. A few minutes later, Becker felt the atmosphere of the scene. Montorik and Greenland stood behind him, and the three of them were filled with sorrow. Becker remained silent for a long time. "The cost is too great, the cost is too great..." Greenland reached into Spenwick's embrace, pulled out his hand, and shook his head at Becker. Becker turned to check the wounds of the others.

Benal did not know how he had left; this time, there was no burly man with a yellow beard to open the door for him, and his head bumped against it. As he stepped out, a bruise that was blue and red had already begun to fade, revealing the powerful recovery ability of a carnivore in an unintentional moment. Outside, the wind and snow raged, and the cold northern wind made him shrink his nerves and neck, gradually bringing him back to consciousness. Upon returning to his residence, Benal had calmed down, while Greenland observed the situation, not daring to speak. Outside, the wind and snow continued to rage, and the cold northern wind made him shrink his nerves and neck, gradually bringing him back to consciousness. Upon returning to his residence, Benal had calmed down, while Greenland observed the situation, not daring to speak. Quietly, he offered a glass of red wine, but Becker shook his head today: "Give me a cup of hot coffee!" Greenland was taken aback for a moment, and Montorik beside him quickly gave him a look; Greenland retreated, and after a while, he returned with a steaming cup of strong coffee.

Becker was filled with fear; he feared that his suspicions were correct, for that would mean he would lose two close comrades at once. Since becoming a predator, he had never felt such terror. His body was icy, his limbs numb, as he mechanically walked towards the small hill. The door to the basement opened, and Becker stepped inside. Everything was as usual, except that the burly man with the yellow beard was no longer at the entrance, causing Becker's heart to sink. The last door opened, and the furnishings inside remained unchanged, so tranquil, yet the chair at the table was empty. Becker felt a wave of disorientation, as if he had returned to the past, where the Chief Justice would always sit in that chair waiting for them. The candlestick on the table emitted a faint light, a source that posed no harm to them, instead resembling the effect of moonlight. In his daze, the scenery before him became blurred, but gradually everything became clear, leaving only the empty table and chairs.

Piyati reached in and rummaged around. The first item he pulled out was a file bag. He opened it to find a genetic test report, and strangely, one of the gene names used for comparison was Nie Rang! How could this be here? He was puzzled and set the bag aside, reaching in once more. This time, he retrieved a thick notebook, bound with large brass nails, its pages already yellowed. The title page was inscribed in ancient blood clan script, reading "The Chronicle of the Lesenba Clan." If the Grand Judge were still alive, she would certainly recognize it. He opened the notebook and was relieved to find it recorded in two languages, one of which he could understand. The more he read, the more alarmed he became; such a monumental secret had been buried so thoroughly! He quickly closed the book and, without hesitation, reached into the space for a third time. This time, what came out with his hand was a scroll made of parchment, loosely rolled up without anything to secure it.

The shadow regained its human form, slowly walked in front of Tushubo Daspinwick, and reached into his embrace to retrieve the document bag.

Piyati felt quite well today. Late in the evening, at 9 o'clock, the moon had just risen, and the old butler Thornley moved him to the window where the moonlight poured in. The moonlight was particularly cold tonight, and Piyati was very pleased with this sensation. Under such moonlight, he felt the numbness in his body gradually receding. Piyati let out a comfortable hum: "Hmm, even if it's an illusion, it's still wonderful!" Perhaps it was only in this moment of freedom that he could embody the elegance of the blood clan. However, when he casually lifted his hand, he was astonished to find that he could move! Piyati was somewhat incredulous; he tried again. Although his joints were a bit stiff from long immobility, he was indeed moving!

Becker warmed his body, and today, in just a single day, he rekindled two feelings that had long been absent: fear and cold. Feeling that his condition had improved somewhat, Becker exhaled frequently, forming a white dragon in the air that slowly dissipated. In that moment, Becker felt a bit dazed; the eternal, undying life of the blood clan was, in fact, just like this "white dragon," vanishing in the blink of an eye! "Go find out where Nie Rang is right now, immediately!" Becker articulated this sentence almost word by word.

"What is going on, my lord?" Greenland asked cautiously. Becker sighed deeply: "Spinewick has already given us the answer..." Becker turned and threw out a remark: "You all bury them; I still need to verify something!" Becker felt heavy-hearted. Although Spinewick did not have the test documents in his arms, Becker was very familiar with their wounds. The carnivores possessed an ability unknown to outsiders, which was that when they consumed someone, they often acquired one or two of that person's abilities, thanks to the power of blood! Although Spinewick did not have the test documents in his arms, Becker was very familiar with their wounds. The carnivores possessed an ability unknown to outsiders, which was that when they consumed someone, they often acquired one or two of that person's abilities, thanks to the power of blood! Those wounds were unique to the Chief Justice's ability "Blade Wings, Sword Points"; he believed in the Chief Justice, which left only one possibility!

The main door opened, and the first to step out was a member of the Leisenba tribe, whom Nie Rang did not recognize. Following closely behind was the mysterious figure he had been waiting for. Nie Rang felt a surge of excitement and made a concerted effort to control his emotions, ensuring he did not give himself away. As the car started, Nie Rang reached out and pressed his hand against the shadow beneath the window, as if opening a door. He found himself plunged into darkness, and then he appeared at the street corner outside, just as the car passed by. The technologically advanced window glass, designed to only allow viewing from the inside out, could not block the 'Eye of Darkness.' Nie Rang clearly saw the mysterious figure inside the car remove their trench coat, revealing a black shirt adorned with a beautiful rose embroidered in golden thread! Nie Rang was shaken to his core: there was only one person in the entire world who could wear a golden rose, and that was Lord Pusatik, the head of the Toreador family!

Piat is not an ascetic; he does not resist his desires. The things he feels compelled to do are also a form of desire. Piat gently pushed open the door; the study was spacious, with bookshelves over two meters high lining the walls, filled with books throughout the room. The adult is very learned! At this moment, Piat felt no unease; this is who he is. Once he has made a decision, he should not hesitate any longer. Piat crouched and slipped into the study. He did not know what it was that attracted him here; the adult could arrive at any moment, and he had to be quick. Piat crouched and slipped into the study. He did not know what it was that attracted him here; the adult could arrive at any moment, and he had to be quick. The newly minted predator used his newly acquired ability, "Eye of Darkness," for the first time. In the study, nothing could hide from him. He found it: behind the thirteenth bookshelf, there was a hidden compartment containing a magical key. Piat extracted the magical key; it was a black crystal ball. This was not difficult for Piat, as he had learned from a half-baked dark mage. He recited a spell that he could barely remember. Slowly, a black mist began to rise from the crystal ball. As the mist dispersed, a strange space appeared before Piat.

Thinking about how he had been bothering Lord Pusatik recently, Piati felt somewhat guilty about continuing to intrude. He decided to go out and express his gratitude to the lord. The outside was empty, and Piati had a rough idea of where the lord's study was; at this time, the lord should be in the study. He slowly made his way down the corridor adorned with magnificent murals. The study was not difficult to find, and Piati quickly located it. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. He contemplated whether he should enter; entering the lord's study without permission would be disrespectful. However, for some reason, he felt an overwhelming urge to go in. The newly appointed carnivores had evidently not yet learned to act according to their instincts. The instincts of carnivores were powerful, and their intuition was often frighteningly accurate.

He recalled that Nie Rang had said "leave him for two days"; it seemed that the "two days" had already passed. Piati inexplicably developed a certain fondness for Nie Rang! This guy is not as detestable as he appears on the surface.

Nie Rang knew that he would definitely gain something today, because the last time he saw that mysterious figure, the car he was riding in was parked at the entrance of the Leisenba family. He finished a cup of coffee and ordered another, savoring it slowly. He took out two banknotes from his wallet and placed them under the cup to avoid being unable to pay if he had to leave suddenly.

A shadow rushed into the Death Scythe Guard, its bat-like wings sharp as blades, and its ten fingers like swords. In the blink of an eye, the remaining members lay dead on the ground!