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Chapter 32
chapter 0029 part 1
## Chapter 29: Hunting Ghosts (Part 2)
In the Jambudvīpa World, there are Martial Arts Grandmasters who train their internal organs to the extreme, capable of blowing a cup into powder or gripping iron into mud.
Tang Song's internal organs at this time far surpassed those great Martial Arts Grandmasters, especially the two streams of Primeval White Astral Qi nurtured between his lungs.
Let alone blowing a cup into powder, blowing steel into powder was merely a matter of opening his mouth.
With a single breath, he blew a Vampire into dust. As the smoke dissipated, a drop of blood fell from the dust towards the ground.
Tang Song gently beckoned with his palm, and an invisible Force Wind carried the bright red blood back into his hand.
A blood ball the thickness of a little finger hovered in Tang Song's palm, silently spinning.
It was hard to imagine that all the blood in a Vampire's entire body added up to less than half a liang.
However, this blood ball was also the essence of the Vampire.
Vampire Heart Blood, whether for Zombies or some spirit monsters, was a greatly nourishing thing.
Just this little blood could save more than ten days of refining effort when feeding a Bronze Armored Corpse.
Tang Song gently rubbed the Jade Ring on his thumb with his index finger. The Black Jade Thumb Ring suddenly emitted a sound like metal scales rubbing together, and a Black Snake's head suddenly extended out, swallowing the blood bead in his palm in one gulp.
After swallowing the blood bead, the Black Snake turned its head, still wanting more, and swept its cold, sinister eyes over all the Vampires present. The greed in its snake pupils made all the Vampires present shiver involuntarily.
Having finished swallowing the blood bead in Tang Song's palm, the Black Snake emitted bursts of hissing sounds and obediently turned back into the Black Jade Thumb Ring.
Only the roaring of Firearms and the wailing of tragically killed Vampires echoed in the Dance Floor.
Blade looked at Tang Song's back, his throat tightened, and he couldn't help but swallow hard, gripping the Silver-plated Throwing Star in his hand tightly.
Tang Song turned his head and glanced at him, his gaze calm. Blade couldn't help but step back, forcing out an awkward smile towards Tang Song.
"These are all excellent materials! Since you're hungry, eat freely!"
Tang Song gave Blade a warning look and didn't pay attention to him anymore.
Instead, he turned his head to look at the many trembling Vampires in the Dance Hall and sighed.
As soon as Tang Song's voice fell, a black shadow flew out from Tang Song's hand.
The chopstick-length black shadow transformed into a black lightning bolt in mid-air, rapidly moving through the Vampire crowd.
Even with the Vampires' dynamic vision, which far surpassed ordinary Humans, all they could see was a fleeting black shadow.
In the end, they couldn't even see the shadow, only their companions falling one after another, turning into Dried Corpses.
In just a few breaths' time, the huge Dance Hall became empty.
"Quinn?"
The tapping sound of a Cane hitting the ground echoed.
At the Dance Floor's Bar Counter, the only surviving Vampire DJ knelt on the ground, feeling a cold, sinister thing crawling on the back of his neck.
He could even feel the icy touch of the snake's sharp fangs touching his skin.
The trembling Quinn looked at the white leather shoes that appeared before him. He tremblingly raised his head.
"Don't, don't kill me. If you kill me, Deacon won't let you off!"
"Won't let me off?" Tang Song repeated with a sinister smile, raising his Cane and pointing it at the back of this Vampire's hand.
*Pfft!*
The Cane directly pierced through Quinn's hand and nailed it firmly to the ground.
"Ah..."
Quinn let out a piteous scream, and painful wailing echoed throughout the Dance Hall.
*Pop!* Tang Song pulled out the Cane and directly stuffed it into his mouth.
The screaming stopped abruptly. Quinn endured the pain, raised his head, looked at Tang Song with a pitiful expression, his scarlet eyes full of pleading.
Afraid of death, being afraid of death is good!
Tang Song smiled slightly, "I ask, you answer. If you answer wrong, you know the consequences!"
"Woo woo woo!"
With the Cane stuffed in his mouth, Quinn could only nod vigorously.
"The Underworld is spreading rumors that Deacon has big moves recently! What is he plotting? Can you tell me?"
Tang Song raised his Cane and wiped the saliva on it with Quinn's leather clothes.
Hearing Tang Song's question, Quinn shivered all over. He was indeed afraid of the man in front of him, but Deacon, that lunatic, was not easy to provoke either? As if sensing his hesitation, Tang Song pressed the Cane down. Quinn immediately felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and with a thud, he collapsed directly onto the ground.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you," Quinn felt the Force from the Cane getting stronger and stronger, and he said in terror:
"Blood God, Deacon Frost wants to summon the Blood God. He wants to rule Humans and make this world the world of the Vampire Clan!"
Blood God? What is that? Tang Song cast his gaze towards Blade, who knew more about Vampire history.
Blade explained with a solemn face, "The Blood God is a legend in Vampire history. Some say it is the offspring of Cain, the most ancient Second Generation Vampire. Others say it is one of the sources of Vampires, just like Cain."
"No matter which is true, an existence like the Blood God is extremely terrifying. If Deacon Frost really succeeds, it will be a human catastrophe!"
Catastrophe, Tang Song scoffed at this statement.
If a nonsensical Blood God could be considered a human catastrophe, then what counted as Thanos holding the Infinity Gauntlet?
Did they really think that Bald Mage residing on the peak of the snowy mountain was useless?
The true Dimensional Demon God, the Hell-Lord Mephisto, only dared to sneak around on Earth like a thief, developing one or two Knights.
Let him try to descend with his true body, it would be his loss if his brains weren't beaten out.
To be honest, Tang Song was very wary of existences that could manipulate time and see the future.
Who knew, on a certain Timeline, whether he would transform into a world-destroying great demon, attracting the dissatisfaction of that Bald Mage, and being directly erased from the root.
However, from the perspective of over two years, that Bald Mage's interest in him didn't seem big.
## Chapter 29: Hunting Ghosts (Part 2)
In the Jambudvīpa World, there are Martial Arts Grandmasters who train their internal organs to the extreme, capable of blowing a cup into powder or gripping iron into mud.
Tang Song's internal organs at this time far surpassed those great Martial Arts Grandmasters, especially the two streams of Primeval White Astral Qi nurtured between his lungs.
Let alone blowing a cup into powder, blowing steel into powder was merely a matter of opening his mouth.
With a single breath, he blew a Vampire into dust. As the smoke dissipated, a drop of blood fell from the dust towards the ground.
Tang Song gently beckoned with his palm, and an invisible Force Wind carried the bright red blood back into his hand.
A blood ball the thickness of a little finger hovered in Tang Song's palm, silently spinning.
It was hard to imagine that all the blood in a Vampire's entire body added up to less than half a liang.
However, this blood ball was also the essence of the Vampire.
Vampire Heart Blood, whether for Zombies or some spirit monsters, was a greatly nourishing thing.
Just this little blood could save more than ten days of refining effort when feeding a Bronze Armored Corpse.
Tang Song gently rubbed the Jade Ring on his thumb with his index finger. The Black Jade Thumb Ring suddenly emitted a sound like metal scales rubbing together, and a Black Snake's head suddenly extended out, swallowing the blood bead in his palm in one gulp.
After swallowing the blood bead, the Black Snake turned its head, still wanting more, and swept its cold, sinister eyes over all the Vampires present. The greed in its snake pupils made all the Vampires present shiver involuntarily.
Having finished swallowing the blood bead in Tang Song's palm, the Black Snake emitted bursts of hissing sounds and obediently turned back into the Black Jade Thumb Ring.
Only the roaring of Firearms and the wailing of tragically killed Vampires echoed in the Dance Floor.
Blade looked at Tang Song's back, his throat tightened, and he couldn't help but swallow hard, gripping the Silver-plated Throwing Star in his hand tightly.
Tang Song turned his head and glanced at him, his gaze calm. Blade couldn't help but step back, forcing out an awkward smile towards Tang Song.
"These are all excellent materials! Since you're hungry, eat freely!"
Tang Song gave Blade a warning look and didn't pay attention to him anymore.
Instead, he turned his head to look at the many trembling Vampires in the Dance Hall and sighed.
As soon as Tang Song's voice fell, a black shadow flew out from Tang Song's hand.
The chopstick-length black shadow transformed into a black lightning bolt in mid-air, rapidly moving through the Vampire crowd.
Even with the Vampires' dynamic vision, which far surpassed ordinary Humans, all they could see was a fleeting black shadow.
In the end, they couldn't even see the shadow, only their companions falling one after another, turning into Dried Corpses.
In just a few breaths' time, the huge Dance Hall became empty.
"Quinn?"
The tapping sound of a Cane hitting the ground echoed.
At the Dance Floor's Bar Counter, the only surviving Vampire DJ knelt on the ground, feeling a cold, sinister thing crawling on the back of his neck.
He could even feel the icy touch of the snake's sharp fangs touching his skin.
The trembling Quinn looked at the white leather shoes that appeared before him. He tremblingly raised his head.
"Don't, don't kill me. If you kill me, Deacon won't let you off!"
"Won't let me off?" Tang Song repeated with a sinister smile, raising his Cane and pointing it at the back of this Vampire's hand.
*Pfft!*
The Cane directly pierced through Quinn's hand and nailed it firmly to the ground.
"Ah..."
Quinn let out a piteous scream, and painful wailing echoed throughout the Dance Hall.
*Pop!* Tang Song pulled out the Cane and directly stuffed it into his mouth.
The screaming stopped abruptly. Quinn endured the pain, raised his head, looked at Tang Song with a pitiful expression, his scarlet eyes full of pleading.
Afraid of death, being afraid of death is good!
Tang Song smiled slightly, "I ask, you answer. If you answer wrong, you know the consequences!"
"Woo woo woo!"
With the Cane stuffed in his mouth, Quinn could only nod vigorously.
"The Underworld is spreading rumors that Deacon has big moves recently! What is he plotting? Can you tell me?"
Tang Song raised his Cane and wiped the saliva on it with Quinn's leather clothes.
Hearing Tang Song's question, Quinn shivered all over. He was indeed afraid of the man in front of him, but Deacon, that lunatic, was not easy to provoke either? As if sensing his hesitation, Tang Song pressed the Cane down. Quinn immediately felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and with a thud, he collapsed directly onto the ground.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you," Quinn felt the Force from the Cane getting stronger and stronger, and he said in terror:
"Blood God, Deacon Frost wants to summon the Blood God. He wants to rule Humans and make this world the world of the Vampire Clan!"
Blood God? What is that? Tang Song cast his gaze towards Blade, who knew more about Vampire history.
Blade explained with a solemn face, "The Blood God is a legend in Vampire history. Some say it is the offspring of Cain, the most ancient Second Generation Vampire. Others say it is one of the sources of Vampires, just like Cain."
"No matter which is true, an existence like the Blood God is extremely terrifying. If Deacon Frost really succeeds, it will be a human catastrophe!"
Catastrophe, Tang Song scoffed at this statement.
If a nonsensical Blood God could be considered a human catastrophe, then what counted as Thanos holding the Infinity Gauntlet?
Did they really think that Bald Mage residing on the peak of the snowy mountain was useless?
The true Dimensional Demon God, the Hell-Lord Mephisto, only dared to sneak around on Earth like a thief, developing one or two Knights.
Let him try to descend with his true body, it would be his loss if his brains weren't beaten out.
To be honest, Tang Song was very wary of existences that could manipulate time and see the future.
Who knew, on a certain Timeline, whether he would transform into a world-destroying great demon, attracting the dissatisfaction of that Bald Mage, and being directly erased from the root.
However, from the perspective of over two years, that Bald Mage's interest in him didn't seem big.
