A'niu and A'bao were in front of the surveillance screen.
They watched as Ling Long sucked the chickens dry in the villager's home.
She was a bona fide vampire.
A'niu and A'bao were again discussing what kind of witchcraft existed in Fire Dragon Mountain.
That could even hypnotize live chickens.
A'niu felt inferior.
"Have you figured out how to deal with Ling Long?"
A'bao asked again, still uneasy.
"My original plan only had a fifty percent chance of success, but after seeing this video, I'm ninety percent confident,"
A'niu said.
A'bao patted his chest, "Whatever you need me to do, just say the word."
"I don't want to make a big deal out of this to avoid causing panic among the villagers."
"It's also to protect Lin Sen, you understand."
A'niu stopped short.
Lin Sen's heart, once as unyielding as iron, had finally softened.
And he'd fallen for a blood-sucking monster.
That'd leave a shadow over anyone's life.
A'niu wanted to spare Lin Sen some dignity.
