An orange-clothed blood-sucking vampire was feasting on Zhao Zhen's blood, much like a glutton. Zhao Zhen was convulsing, screaming for help incessantly.
Huang Xiaolong glanced at Zhao Zhen. A peculiar light flashed in his eyes, then he took out a spirit cylinder and captured the vampire wearing the orange clothes.
The room's gloomy aura disappeared entirely.
Zhao Zhen, still in shock, flopped down into a chair, gasping breathlessly like a fish out of water.
After several long minutes, Zhao Zhen finally managed to calm himself down. He raised his hand to examine his wound, only to find the skin around it decaying and pus oozing out. The surrounding muscles were all swollen.
