At this moment, Wen Yan's phone rang. He glanced at it—it was Gauss.

"I sense traces of holy light on them. They must've just been in a fight. Should I erase the holy light aura from them?"

"Is there a problem?"

"The lingering power… There's a slight chance it could be tracked. Odds aren't high, but still."

"Alright, just wipe it then."

As Wen Yan finished, a faint residue of holy light power on Mole Cricket, Old Meng, and Little Bat, as well as the remaining items, lifted off on their own. It gathered into a glowing orb and floated toward the villa district.

Gauss stretched out his hand, caught the orb, felt the power inside, and gulped it down in one go.

Feeling the violent reaction in his gut, he let out a long breath. This really was the most thorough way to handle it. Besides, a little nostalgia—feeling the pain in his body—never hurt.

"You wanna question that Little Bat? I don't think he knows any magic languages."

"Do you?"

"Not much. For now, I can only bless him with one language—just standard communication."

"Any side effects?"

"Shouldn't be. As long as his soul's strong and his IQ passes, holding a basic conversation in a common language ought to be fine."

"Well, don't waste it then. Cast the blessing on me."

"Huh?"

Gauss was briefly stunned, but didn't object. Turned out he actually knew the Little Bat's language.

He gathered a ball of magic and tossed it, the magic blessing landing on Wen Yan.

Wen Yan felt as if a blob of inky darkness appeared in his mind. In an instant, the blazing sun in his head evaporated it, but all the attached information still made its way in.

He rubbed his temples, feeling several thousand unfamiliar words surging up. If he'd known this trick back in school, he could've easily gotten into a top university.

Except for a little swelling in his head and a bit of sleepiness, there didn't seem to be any other effects.

"Vampire?"

"Yes, respected one. Though to be exact, I'm of the Blood Clan. We Blood Clan folks don't drink blood. We just take nutritional supplements to get vitamin D and calcium—way easier."

Little Bat looked up at him, noticed Wen Yan's expression shift, and quickly added another line.

"But, uh, if you like, I'm totally a vampire."

Even as Wen Yan's yang energy almost set him on fire, he didn't dare move. He could tell, this wasn't holy light—it was more like real scorching sun. It wasn't even aimed at him on purpose, but he still couldn't take it.

Wen Yan glanced at Old Meng and pondered—better to question them separately, in case Old Meng tried to pull a fast one.

He withdrew some of his yang energy and looked at Little Bat. He didn't make a move—who knew what nasty crap this filthy thing was carrying.

"Come with me. I've got questions for you."

Little Bat didn't dare fly. He just shuffled along the ground, wings and legs together, skittering after Wen Yan.

Once they were further away, Wen Yan looked at him.

"Spill. What's your background? What the hell is going on?"

"My name's John, from the Toreda Family. I'm a hundred and twenty—just reached adulthood.

Graduated college three years ago. The Church found me and secretly grabbed me, locked me up in a factory.

Every day, they kept giving me blood transfusions, torturing me nonstop, and cutting my foreskin.

I just got rescued a few days ago. The family took me along to meet a mysterious merchant for a deal.

Heard they wanted to buy a Devil's Body and use it as a vessel.

They were gonna call back one of the ancestor bloodlines for a little revenge on the Church.

But during the deal, Church people surrounded us. Everyone else died.

I was closest to the mysterious merchant, so I quietly slipped away with him."

Wen Yan's face went dark. No wonder Zhuge Wanjun was vague about the details earlier. So that was the "body part" they were talking about.

Did those people have some kind of brain disease? Or was that the only part that worked?

Little Bat kept quiet, but his wings were starting to smoke—he was about to catch fire.

Wen Yan pulled back his yang energy and didn't say much more. Whether this guy was telling the truth or not wasn't all that important.

He ignored him and strolled back to Old Meng.

Old Meng was racking his brain to come up with an explanation, but Wen Yan didn't ask anything. He just said,

"We've already cleaned up the tracking issue for you. Let's put that aside for now.

But what about the big trouble you might've gotten me into? Speak up.

Don't you dare say you don't know what happened recently in Nanwu County.

Minister Cai from the Scorching Sun Department is on edge like he's going through menopause—I'm not even kidding, you know exactly what I mean."

Old Meng wanted to say he honestly didn't know. He'd been so busy going toe-to-toe with the folks from Europa lately, he hadn't had time to worry about anything else.

But from Wen Yan's tone, he could tell—if he didn't cough up something valuable today, he might as well not bother with tomorrow.

Wen Yan wasn't happy but didn't want to kill him on the spot. But someone right next to them already had—once.

He'd just gotten his hands on a fresh Resurrection Cross. Rumor had it, a pissed-off vampire looted it from the Church.

Wasn't about to waste it before it even warmed up.

If he survived this, he'd probably still have to deal with the Scorching Sun Department for his shenanigans.

He really did not want to mess with them…

Old Meng weighed his options, gritted his teeth, and pulled out two things from the box.

A seal, and a pile of rusted scrap iron pieces.

"Traded a Devil's Body for these—these are Divine Land relics."

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