Chapter 28: Bloodblade

Benjamin remained at home for a full four days, in a state of confusion and lethargy, only driven by his need for blood. Emily and Olivia, being human, couldn't harm innocent beings like themselves. Olivia had no choice but to spend money to acquire blood from the black market to feed Benjamin. It wasn't until the fifth day that Benjamin finally opened his eyes and regained consciousness, although his wounds had not fully healed. In contrast, Emily's injuries had already healed by the second day.

"How do you feel now?" Emily asked, a sense of relief and joy evident in her eyes as she saw him awake at last. She let out a long breath, her previously anxious heart finally finding solace.

As soon as Benjamin opened his eyes and saw Emily, a smile appeared on his face. His voice carried a gentle tone as he replied, "I can't die. No need to worry."

Emily smiled and playfully tapped his head with her finger. "I know you can't die! I'm not worried! I want to know who that person was and why they attacked you."

"A vampire hunter!" Benjamin's eyes flashed with a hint of fear and apprehension. "That person is Bloodblade, known as the bane of the vampire world. No one has ever escaped his clutches. When I encountered him, I thought I was doomed to die, but unexpectedly..." Benjamin paused, then looked at Emily. "Unexpectedly, I get to see you again."

Upon seeing Bloodblade, Benjamin's heart sank. Thoughts of Emily flooded his mind—her smile, her tears, her mischief, and even her fierce expression. In that moment, he realized how reluctant he was to part with her. However, he was ultimately no match for Bloodblade. In his final moments of consciousness, a vampire found himself praying to God for the chance to see her again...

The atmosphere was abruptly shattered, and even Olivia, who was nearby, could discern the underlying meaning. She chuckled to herself and silently left the room. However, Emily's attention wasn't focused on the last sentence. Furrowing her brow, she asked, "Even though both of you are vampires, why does he despise vampires so much? And what weapon did he use? Why is your wound taking so long to heal?"

The atmosphere was shattered completely, and Benjamin couldn't help but complain. How could this girl be so devoid of romance? Hadn't he gathered the courage to betray Lesombra and accompany her on this perilous journey? Didn't she understand any of that?

"Ah!" Benjamin covered his eyes with his arm and exclaimed, feigning annoyance. "I'm in pain, and you're bombarding me with questions! Stop bothering me!"

Emily suddenly realized that it wasn't appropriate to ask such questions at this moment. She quickly examined Benjamin's wounds and asked, "Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Would drinking some blood make the pain go away?"

Benjamin rolled his eyes. Well, maybe this girl was emotionally clueless. It's best to take things slowly, as there are still long days ahead.

Since the incident with Bloodblade, Emily became even more diligent in practicing tactics. She knew that Bloodblade was a formidable adversary and not to be taken lightly. His intense hatred for vampires alone made him exceptionally powerful.

Benjamin explained that Bloodblade also had a mixed vampire lineage and, after becoming a vampire himself, started hunting vampires ruthlessly. At first, some clans dared to resist and sent people to pursue him, but they never returned. Gradually, Bloodblade became a vampire legend, instilling fear and terror in people's hearts.

The distinctive feature of Bloodblade was the peculiar wooden stake he wielded. Although it was referred to as a wooden stake, it could also be seen as a wooden sword, similar to Olivia's silver sword. It was infused with silver and the venom of werewolf fangs. What made it even more special was the incorporation of werewolf fangs into the wood, making the sword indestructible.

The reason Bloodblade chose this wooden sword was that he preferred impaling vampires' hearts rather than beheading them. If the head was severed, the vampire would still leave behind a corpse. However, by impaling the heart with the wooden stake, the vampire would immediately turn into ashes, dispersing with the wind, leaving no trace behind.

Every night, Emily scoured the streets and alleys in search of Bloodblade's whereabouts. However, it seemed as if Bloodblade had vanished from Shuncheng. She couldn't catch even a hint of his scent. Nevertheless, Shuncheng was a large city, so it was normal not to find him immediately. It's just that Emily was too impatient.

In this regard, Emily's temperament bore some resemblance to Alexander's. An eye for an eye! She always adhered to the principle of not attacking unless provoked, but that didn't mean others could bully her. Strictly speaking, Benjamin and Olivia were both her saviors. From the moment she decided to save her, she considered them the most important people in her life. Now that Benjamin was injured, she couldn't even find the culprit responsible.

Four more days passed, and Benjamin finally recovered enough to get out of bed. He learned about Emily's relentless search for Bloodblade during this time and couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

"Emily, you're no match for Bloodblade. Besides, I didn't die. It's best if we never see such a person in our lifetime!" Benjamin stopped Emily, who was about to go out again.

But Emily refused to listen and pushed Benjamin away. "If I don't seek revenge, then I won't be called Emily!"

Benjamin suddenly smirked, looking at Emily with a mischievous gaze. The lingering amusement in his eyes couldn't dissipate. "Not called Emily? Then what should I call you?"

Emily glared at Benjamin fiercely. It was him who almost lost his life. If she had been a second late, this guy would have been reduced to ashes. She couldn't understand where his magnanimity came from.

"Alright, don't be so tense. Even if we seek revenge, there's no need to rush it," Benjamin's smile was as sweet as honey, almost suffocating in its charm. His voice carried a warm, bubbling tone like a hot spring.

Emily blinked at him, feeling uncomfortable with this version of Benjamin. Could it be that his head was injured and it affected his brain? With that thought, Emily widened her eyes and looked at Benjamin. "Is your previous head injury serious?"

Benjamin suppressed his smile and looked at her inexplicably. This girl's thoughts jumped too quickly. Just a moment ago, she was ready for a fight, and now she's concerned about his injury!

"Why don't you rest for a few more days?" Emily's worry in her eyes was genuine, making Benjamin even more puzzled.

"Let's go out for a walk. I've been lying down for several days now. Another day of lying down, and I'll turn into a zombie!" Benjamin finally decided not to delve into Emily's thought process and went along with her words.

"Yeah, Emily, let's go out for a stroll. I'm getting bored to death!" Olivia complained on the side. Then, with eyes full of anticipation, she looked at Emily and said, "I heard there's a new escape room in the north of the city. Let's go and have some fun!"

Emily sighed. Benjamin was right; seeking revenge wasn't an urgent matter. They would eventually find Bloodblade. Meeting him when her own strength wasn't sufficient to confront him wouldn't guarantee victory. She didn't want to risk her life without accomplishing her revenge.

The three of them didn't have a car, and the escape room that Olivia mentioned wasn't too far away. It was a perfect opportunity for a moonlit stroll, and Benjamin, who had been lying down for so long, needed to stretch his muscles.

"Emily, you two go ahead. I need to fill my stomach," Benjamin patted his belly as if he had suffered great grievances. "Don't think I don't know. You've been fooling me with those rotten blood these past few days. One day, there might be HIV in that blood! Fortunately, I'm no longer human, or else you would have killed me!"

Emily and Olivia exchanged a knowing smile, feeling guilty as if they were caught red-handed.

As they walked along, Emily and Benjamin simultaneously stopped in their tracks, locked eyes, and ran toward the thicket of weeds by the roadside, next to the moat. Olivia followed, puzzled, but after seeing what they had found, she turned around and started vomiting.

It was a man's corpse, already unrecognizable. His face was covered in countless cigarette burns, making it impossible to see his original features. There were bite marks on his body, and his lower body's vital parts had been severed, with the severed pieces stuffed into his mouth. His eyelids were turned outward, revealing a pair of wide, terrified eyes, which looked particularly horrifying. There were maggots crawling in and out around his eyes.

Olivia continued to vomit while Emily and Benjamin exchanged glances. This method was too cruel. What kind of hatred would drive someone to torture a person like this?

"Can you smell the scent of the killer?" Benjamin asked Emily, knowing that her sense of smell was more sensitive.

Emily sniffed carefully. The stench of the corpse was already making her feel nauseous. She pinched her nose and said with disgust, "Whether I can smell it or not, it's not my concern. Let's go quickly. If we attract the attention of the police, we'll be in trouble!"

"But I haven't sorted out my dinner yet!" Benjamin pitifully touched his stomach, looking at Emily.

Emily suddenly became interested, raising an eyebrow and asking, "Do you want to have that killer for dinner?"

Benjamin's eyes sparkled like stars, watery and staring at her. He nodded, and Emily looked at this creature that seemed to have lived for two hundred years, acting cute, and almost burst out laughing.

"Alright, let's go then, let's find our dinner!" Emily snapped her fingers, excitedly saying, then endured the nauseating smell of the corpse and sniffed a few times. There was a lingering scent of milk and shower gel in the air. Emily furrowed her brow; the killer might be a woman.

Emily followed the scent and arrived at a bar. The air inside was mixed, and along the way, there were quite a few people using that particular scented shower gel. Emily carefully discerned and finally found the place.

It was a small bar with a retro style. Wooden tables and chairs were scattered around, each table adorned with a vase holding a tender and dripping rose. The bar was dimly lit with a warm, yellowish light, accompanied by low, melodious music that enhanced the mysterious and ambiguous atmosphere.

Emily's gaze locked onto a woman with flowing long hair. She was wearing a provocative backless dress, adorned with fiery red lips and exquisite makeup that was so intense it made it difficult to discern her true appearance. The woman sprayed a strong perfume, but the stench of the corpse on her body couldn't be concealed. At the moment, she was sitting coquettishly on an older man's lap, nestled in his embrace, seductively feeding him grapes.