Chapter 6

They were the great Blood Clan!

Great, blood, clan!

How could they huddle together to weed and plant flowers in such a warm and harmonious way?

What they should be doing is letting the grass grow over the graves while they go out to pick flowers!

...

The Blood Clan thought indignantly as they weeded and picked flowers.

The power of the Blood Clan was formidable.

Before long, the Black Castle was surrounded by vast gardens.

Roses, tulips, magnolias... all sorts of flowers swayed in the breeze, lifting the spirits of the Blood Clan.

To thank them for their efforts, the Wang Xiaoming personally cooked dumplings for them. Unfortunately, when the dumplings were delivered, there was only water and no dumplings. The butler, Pripri, who delivered the water dumplings, was beaten for eating and drinking too much and didn't come back to patrol the gardens for three days.

Everything was so beautiful in the Black Castle. However, outside the castle, things had reached a point where everyone in the Blood Clan was afraid for their lives - those who hadn't managed to leave in time had suffered varying degrees of attack. Many high-ranking members of the Blood Clan were taken hostage, and the remaining members of the Blood Clan gathered around the Black Castle.

Just as the European underworld was in disarray from the storm, the mastermind behind it finally revealed themselves and appeared in a high-profile manner -

Lilith, the Witch of the Night!

The once high and mighty Blood Clan princes were strung up with garlic and made into a video that was posted on Facebook, with a headline that was a direct slap in the face: "Welcome to personally redeem the Blood Clan's leader."

Those who were unaware thought it was a prank or cosplay, but those in the know were shocked beyond belief.

Lilith was declaring war on Cain?

Hell was declaring war on the Blood Clan?

Would humanity become a battlefield?

This was definitely a more terrifying war than World War III!

The Holy See couldn't sit still and sent an envoy, Bonuwa, to investigate the Wang Xiaoming's attitude and contact their strategic ally, Oceania.

The Wang Xiaoming's attitude was clear - as long as they entered the Black Castle's territory, he would provide shelter.

Oceania's attitude was unclear, in fact, the envoy never even saw him - he was stared at all the way by the densely packed Blood Clan, who said he looked very delicious. Anyone would be dizzy and see everyone with the same face.

The Holy See didn't get a clear answer and had to dispatch more manpower to patrol various parts of Europe, although it was just a drop in the bucket, it was better than nothing. Fortunately, Lilith's firepower was all concentrated on the Blood Clan, and she had not yet attacked humanity.

Outside the Black Castle, everyone was on edge.

Almost every member of the surviving Blood Clan had gathered there, and if Lilith continued to provoke them, this would be her target.

Almost every Blood Clan member was waiting.

Waiting for the day Lilith suddenly descended and knocked them down.

The wait was so excruciating that when that day finally came, their first reaction was - relief!

Under the cover of night, the blood clan moved like pebbles, paving a long path through the grassland. Lilith, dragging her fishtail gown, gracefully stepped on the bodies groaning and moaning, arriving in front of the Bleat Castle.

Oceania and Messillon sat beside the path, calmly watching the upcoming battle in front of the castle. Messillon, with a poker face, asked Oceania who she thought would win, to which the surrounding blood clan immediately answered with shouts of "Wang Xiaoming, with limitless power."

Oceania replied, "Wang Xiaoming." Messillon was surprised by her confidence and wanted to ask about her opinion.

Lilith snapped her fingers three times, blowing the horn of attack. The blood clan fanboys exclaimed, "Wang Xiaoming is going to make a move!"

In front of the castle, a pair of black wings spread out magnificently, casting a huge shadow over Lilith. Oceania remarked, "Look, the strongest spell - Fallen Angel Summoning."

The battle was fierce and intense. Oceania yawned and planned to sleep until the end of the battle, but it abruptly stopped. Hundreds of bats pulled carriages from the sky, and Oceania, squinting her eyes, said, "Is it already Christmas?"

The carriages landed, but it was not Santa Claus who stepped out, but Singh, the elder of the Jovani clan. He hastily said a few words, Lilith boarded the carriage, and disappeared into the sky.

Perhaps the opening of the storm was too terrifying, so the ending was rushed and simple, giving people a sense of unease, as if a greater crisis was still lurking in the dark and had not happened.

But the fact was that the captured blood clan members gradually returned to their respective territories, and Winston and other high-level blood clan members lifted the alarm, informing them that they could return home at any time. It seemed that everything was developing in a positive direction.

Only seemingly.

Oceania had not been in good spirits recently. It was an understatement to say that she was not feeling well. She often stared blankly at one place, and even when Messillon went out for an afternoon, she did not gossip about where he went.

It was really abnormal.

Unable to hold back, Messillon hinted, "Oh, the weather is really nice today. Have you eaten yet?"

Oceania replied, "If you consider the blood bag delivered half an hour ago as food, then yes, I have eaten."

"When are we going back to London? They're almost sold out," Messillon asked.

"Great! My living space has increased from ten square meters to a thousand square meters. Why leave?" Oceania retorted.

"Okay, please allow me to be blunt. Why are you not in a good mood?" Messillon asked.

Oceania glanced at him, as if weighing whether he was suitable for confiding in. Messillon showed his most loyal and reliable side.

Finally, Oceania sighed and said, "I have a lover."

"I've been shocked by this news once before," Messillon said.

"Now, you're the one by my side," Oceania replied.

"..."

Perhaps because too many members of the vampire clan had left, it made those who remained more prominent. Or perhaps the fourth-generation vampires of Oceania had caught the attention of the Wang Xiaoming, in any case, Oceania received an invitation to the shared banquet at the Bret Castle.

Winston was the one who sent the invitation: "If you have met the Wang Xiaoming, you will surely be moved by his gentle and amiable demeanor."

Oceania replied, "And then get punched with rock-like fists by his bodyguards?"

Winston hesitated and said, "Actually, Lord Barr is not as legendary as..."

Ferocious?

Cruel?

Unpredictable?

Oceania was waiting for him to finish his description.

However, as time went on, Winston's hesitation made the last word sound less convincing, no matter what it was.

Finally, Winston continued, "He is not particular about formalities."

Oceania: "..."

Does that mean that Barr is petty and his own life is in danger?

Anyway, he still attended the banquet.

Entering Bret Castle, Oceania was surprised. He never expected that the Gothic-style castle's interior design would be in Chinese style.

Chinese furniture, porcelain, and calligraphy were understandable, but why were there red paper-cut decorations on the mirrors?

"Welcome."

A handsome Chinese boy in a simple white T-shirt and jeans came down the stairs and shyly greeted them.

...

This is the second-generation Wang Xiaoming?

Oceania was momentarily stunned but quickly composed himself and bowed.

Wang Xiaoming said, "The food is ready. Please take your seats. What do you like to eat? I made duck blood vermicelli soup, braised blood tofu, spicy blood sausage stir-fry, pork blood stir-fry with dried tofu..."

He listed a long string of dishes, and although Oceania didn't know what they were, he cooperatively said, "I love all of them."

Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Great, I was worried that you might not like them."

They walked to the dining room, and sure enough, the table was filled with plates, but...

They were empty.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr, who was sitting at the table, happily swaying his wine glass, and said incredulously, "Did you eat them all?"

Barr said, "No." He magically produced a bowl and said, "I saved some for you."

Wang Xiaoming hesitated and said, "We have guests."

Barr coldly snorted, "If they're guests, let them be guests. Why are they mooching off the food?" And it was Wang Xiaoming who had cooked the food! Damn it!