The “Blood Maiden”. As the name suggests, it refers to a woman who lives by sucking blood. They generally appear in the southern border, but because of their bloody methods, they have long been eradicated by the joint efforts of the major sects, and it has been confirmed that there are no survivors. So how could they appear now?
While Mr. Huo and the others were puzzled, a new conspiracy was quietly unfolding in the basement of a remote farmhouse in the suburbs of S City.
“Meng Ji, you have successfully absorbed the blood of six virgin women born in the same year, month and day but different hours. Your spiritual power has also been consolidated. Now it is time to carry out the task I have given you.”
“Yes, Master Hua.” Meng Ji, wearing a red long dress, knelt on one knee on the ground. Her originally respectful lowered head now slowly raised up. If Luo Xiao were here, he would be surprised at what he saw. This girl named Meng Ji was the Zhang Meng who died in their school two years ago.
And the woman called “Master” was the enchanting woman who appeared in the clothing store that day. Today she was wearing a tight black cheongsam dress, with large patterns of red peonies sewn with red thread, which contrasted with her fair skin and looked particularly alluring.
After receiving the order, Zhang Meng disappeared into the air. Looking at the scene in front of her, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the originally empty corner. As the black shadow deepened, a woman wrapped in a cloak appeared with only a pair of blood-red eyes visible appeared. She stood in place and spoke to the enchanting woman sitting in the chair, “Hua Ling, that girl has just become a Blood Maiden, and you’re letting her carry out the next step of the plan?”
“Is it really a good idea? After all, your control over her isn’t that strong.”
Hua Ling sneered disdainfully, “Aunt Xue, don’t worry. She’s just a newcomer of the Blood Maiden, her strength is nothing I can’t handle. Moreover, I still have an important bargaining chip in my hands. She absolutely won’t betray me.”
Aunt Xue nodded and didn’t say anything further, but started talking about the reason for her visit: “Hua Ling, your mother’s condition has worsened again. That item, you’d better hurry up and find it as soon as possible, otherwise I’m afraid…”
Upon hearing this, Hua Ling frowned deeply, her anxious expression plain to see. She bit her lower lip and said in a hoarse voice, “Aunt Xue, don’t worry, I will speed up my actions to find that item. I’ll still rely on you for my mother’s matter.”
Aunt Xue waved her hand, “It’s fine, your mother is after all my own sister. Taking care of her is naturally my responsibility. Besides, if it wasn’t for your mother, I wouldn’t have survived all these years.”
“Aunt Xue.” Hua Ling looked at her, her eyes filled with deep gratitude. After all, if it wasn’t for Aunt Xue, she wouldn’t have even have the chance to be bornm. And those despicable fellows, she definitely won’t let them off! Nevel!
After investigating the Song family’s premises thoroughly, Mr. Huo and his team could only helplessly choose to leave. Back home, they sat around an eight-immortal table. Serious expressions could be seen on their faces as they examined some clues and physical evidence they had brought back.
“Ouyang, can you search for this girl’s soul?” Old Man Yu asked the Old Man Ouyang who was sitting on his right.
Old Man Ouyang glanced at him and did not make any guarantees: “I can only say that I’ll try.”
Then Old Man Ouyang closed his eyes and began to perform their sect’s unique soul-searching technique. As time ticked by, the tension in the room grew. Could it be that just like the last five girls, they would be unable to locate her soul?
Just as they were about to lose hope, Old Man Ouyang finally opened his eyes, with the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: “I found it.”
“Huh? Really?” Old Man Yu looked at him in pleasant surprise. He didn’t expect that he could find it this time. “Quick, quick, let her appear.”
With a wave of Old Man Ouyang’s hand, a blurry little figure about 10 centimeters high appeared on the eight-immortal table. Seeing this soul-state of Song Jia, Luo Xiao and Ye Lan were wide-eyed. They realized that this is what a person’s soul looks like after death!
“Who are you?” Song Jia’s soul shook off the dizziness and noticed that she was surrounded by several large figures. She quickly shook her shoulders and asked fearfully.
In a gentle and soothing voice, Old Man Ouyang said, “Little girl, don’t be afraid. We are not bad people. We summoned you here just to ask you a few questions.”
“Questions? What questions?” Song Jia looked up at him, puzzled.
“Well, do you remember how you died?” Old Man Ouyang asked softly.
“Die?” Hearing this word, Song Jia’s whole soul, or rather her tiny figure, froze. She looked down at herself in disbelief, “Ah!!!”
Well, it turned out that even in a soul state and with a height of only 10 centimeters, a woman’s shrill scream should not be underestimated.
The group was caught off guard and their eardrums pierced by the high-pitched cry. It was Old Man Yu who acted quickly and cast a silencing spell, finally freeing their ears from the assault.
Seeing the now panicked Song Jia, Old Man Ouyang sighed and cast a calming spell. A minute later, Song Jia finally settled down.
Picking up the diagram he had drawn, Mr. Huo asked Song Jia, “Little girl, do you remember this pattern?”
Song Jia looked at the familiar pattern and then her eyes lit up. “I remember this, it’s the pattern on the clothes bag I brought back yesterday.”
Hearing this answer, the expressions of the group members all showed a hint of a smile. It seems that this clue might be worth exploring further.
“Then do you remember where this bag came from?” Old Man Yu asked urgently.
“Where it came from?” Song Jia tilted her head and thought hard for a long time before answering intermittently, “Store, pretty sister, gave clothes.”
“Do you mean the bag originally had clothes in it?” Old Man Yu seized on the detail, “What kind of clothes was it?”
“White, a dress.” Song Jia replied after racking her brain for a while.
“Can you tell us where the shore that sold that dress was located?” Mr. Huo also asked a question.
This time, after thinking for a long time, Song Jia could only look at them and shake her head.
“Then can you tell us who killed you?” Old Man Yu asked directly and seriously.
Faced with such a oppressive gaze, Song Jia couldn’t help but back up several steps, almost falling to the ground. The look of terror on her face became increasingly apparent. Seeing the situation was not good, Mr. Huo immediately gave Old Man Yu a rap on the back of the head. “What are you staring at? Can’t you see that the little girl is about to cry because of you? Pay attention to that!”
“You!” Old Man Yu glared fiercely at Mr. Huo, clearly ready to get into a big fight.
“Alright, alright, you two stop bickering. We still have important matters to attend to.” Old Man Ouyang rolled his eyes at both of them, then smiled at Song Jia and said, “Little girl, don’t mind them, they don’t mean any harm. Hehe, well then, tell grandpa, do you remember who killed you?”
After the two old men’s commotion, Song Jia’s mood relaxed considerably, so she slowly immersed herself in recalling the last moments before her death: “I remember, yesterday after finishing my homework, I don’t know how, but my eyes kept getting drawn to that white long dress hanging on the mirror. Then, I felt like my body was no longer under my control and I went to put on that dress. After that, my consciousness became more and more blurred. I just vaguely felt a pair of icy cold hands wrapping around my neck, followed by a stinging pain in my neck. I could clearly feel my blood being sucked away drop by drop, that clear swallowing sound made me more and more afraid. I tried my hardest to wake up, but no matter what I couldn’t. In the end, I could only vaguely see a figure in red dress through the mirror, after that I don’t know what happened.”
“Red dress?” Mr. Huo was clearly reminded of something and he asked again, “Can you try to recall what exactly the red dress looked like?”
“What did it look like?” Song Jia kept thinking, then suddenly her eyes widened as she shouted loudly, “I remember now, it was the exact same style as the dress I was wearing, only the color was different.”
“So it was like that?” Mr. Huo stroked his chin thoughtfully and nodded.
The people at the said all had expressions of confusion on their faces after listening. Old Man Yu, with his impatient temper, couldn’t wait any longer and directly asked out loud, “You dead fox, did you discover something new?”
Mr. Huo looked at him solemnly and nodded, then turned to Old Man Ouyang and said, “Ouyang, this little girls has told us everything she knows. You can send her back now, let her rest in peace.”
Old Man Ouyang nodded. He was about to use his magical powers to send her back when Song Jia spoke up, looking pleadingly at Old Man Ouyang, since he gave her the most approachable impression.
“Grandfather, I have a request.” Song Jia bit her lip and then her expression became determined. “I know you are all powerful cultivators, so I beg you, can you… can you erase my parents’ memories of me, so that they can forget that they ever had a daughter like me.”
After hearing this, Old Man Ouyang raised an eyebrow, “Little girl, do you know what you are saying?”
“I know.” Song Jia closed her eyes and then opened them suddenly. Determination could be seen in her eyes, “It’s not easy for my parents to have me, and my mother almost died of hemorrhage because of me. But even so, they still gave me their love wholeheartedly. I never expected that they will have to send their daughter first, which is really unfilial of me. I don’t want them to continue to live in sorrow for the rest of their lives. So, please, grandpa, please!”
“Okay, I promise you.” Old Man Ouyang still agreed to Song Jia’s request with a soft heart. Then he sent Song Jia, who had no regrets, back to where she should go.
After Song Jia left, there was a small silence in the house. Finally, it was Old Man Yu who broke the heavy atmosphere at the moment: “Dead fox, can you speak now? What did you discover?”
Mr. Huo looked around at them and spoke in a low tone: “This Blood Maiden was created by people, not formed naturally.”
“What?” Everyone couldn’t help but exclaimed. What on earth was going on?
Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 34.1