Chapter 49

Translator : Mukyuu

Editor : Mikyuu

But things became more torturous after the meal.

Wang Xiaoming kept glancing at his watch and hoped it would soon be time for work.

Baal followed after him and watched as Wang Xiaoming scooted forward against the wall, inch by inch, like a turtle crawling. He said calmly, “I don’t care about the location.”

…

Wang Xiaoming’s pupils dilated rapidly and he stammered out, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean…” Baal put a hand on Wang Xiaoming’s shoulder.

It didn’t take more than a second before Wang Xiaoming dashed away like a rocket.

Because he had rushed away so quickly, his body clearly reacting faster than his mind, by the time he realized there was something wrong with the direction he had taken, he was already in the hallway outside his dorm room.

“I didn’t know you’d be in this big of a rush.” Right then, Baal’s voice sounded like funeral bells and made Wang Xiaoming want to curl up into a ball in some corner.

“Apologies, but could you please move?” More than one person’s heavy footsteps came from behind him.

Wang Xiaoming and Baal both turned their heads at the same time.

Only to see four movers wearing gray uniforms hauling a pitch black, long box and walking toward them.

“Who are you?” Wang Xiaoming jerked to attention. In TV shows, those kinds of boxes usually held… bombs! He quickly glanced at Baal, as if trying to calculate whether they had enough time to send the people and the box elsewhere if things came down to the wire.

The movers answered, “We’re from Honest Movers and are delivering this to room 305.”

…

Wasn’t 305 the room that Jie had stayed in before?

Could this be something from Tao Le?

Wang Xiaoming poked out his head and examined the item.

“Could you please move first?” If it wasn’t for the fact that this place looked expensive, which meant the people living inside probably had some status in society, the movers would have burst out into curses. Did the guy think it was fun to move such a big box?

Though Wang Xiaoming still doubted them, he moved aside and asked, “Don’t you think that box looks familiar, like we’ve seen it before somewhere?”

“That’s not a regular old box.” Baal answered, “That’s a coffin vampires use for sleeping.”

Wang Xiaoming understood. “No wonder it looked weird. But why would Tao Le give Jie a coffin that vampires sleep in?”

“It’s not for him.”

Before Baal finished responding, the answer became obvious.

The door to room 305 opened from inside and Xiang Wenxun walked out in casual clothes. He instructed the movers to bring the box inside; then he gave Wang Xiaoming a small smile and said, “Come in with Mr. Baal and sit down.”

Wang Xiaoming followed him inside without a second word. First, he was very curious about the coffin. Second, if he could drag out his stay here until he had to go to work, then he’d at least be able to avoid Baal’s “extreme” suggestion.

Clearly, Baal knew his thoughts very well, so as soon as they walked through the door, Baal kept up a stream of evil chuckles behind him.

Wang Xiaoming pretended to be admiring the room and kept changing his angle and position in order to avoid the aggressive looks Baal was shooting from behind him.

“Coke or orange juice?” Xiang Wenxun opened the fridge.

“Do you have Sprite?” When Shi Feixia had asked him what he wanted before, he should have answered Sprite. That way he’d have a box of Sprite and not Coke, which would only turn his teeth more yellow the more he drank it. So this time he had to be brave and ask for what he wanted.

Xiang Wenxun held a bottle of Coke and a bottle of orange juice with one hand and said, “Pick between these two.”

“… Coke.”

Xiang Wenxun poured the Coke into a glass and handed it over to Wang Xiaoming. “I just moved in and Jie’s things are still in the fridge. I’ll remember to buy Sprite the next time.”

“It’s not important.” Wang Xiaoming took the glass with both hands. “Why did you move here, President Xiang?”

“Leak in the house,” the man explained the reason casually.

Wang Xiaoming nodded in understanding. “Water leaks are pretty annoying.”

Baal scoffed, clearly not buying that awkward excuse.

Xiang Wenxun sat down on the sofa opposite Wang Xiaoming and pressed a finger against the box of cigarettes in his pocket before taking his hand out. “There’s been progress on the thing that I had someone look into in France.”

Wang Xiaoming instantly sat up. “Did you find that vampire?”

“Found it,” Xiang Wenxun answered expressionlessly. “Julian Babisset. A fourteenth generation vampire. A vampire that can only stay under the sunlight for six hours at most.”

His tone was very calm but Wang Xiaoming could practically see the flames of rage burning inside his heart.

It made sense. According to what he knew, vampires seemed to be stronger the earlier generation. Usually the successive generations were weaker than their predecessors. So if President Xiang’s brother really had been Embraced by a fourteenth generation vampire, that would make President Xiang’s brother a fifteenth generation vampire—he probably wouldn’t even last six hours under the sunlight.

That thought made him look at Xiang Wenxun in pity. Judging by how careful Xiang Wenxun was with his brother, this thing must be a huge shock to the man. It was like a parent not being happy their child was involved in a fight but being even unhappier that their child actually lost to someone else in the fight.

“Where is the vampire now?”

“Dead,” Xiang Wenxun paused, “supposedly he died in the Holy Wars.”

Wang Xiaoming asked in confusion, “Then why didn’t he finish the Embrace?” Since he could participate in the Holy War, whatever that was, then he could move. So it wouldn’t have been hard to finish the ceremony?

Xiang Wenxun gave Wang Xiaoming a meaningful glance. From the point of a view of a boss, employees like Wang Xiaoming were a dime a dozen. But as an older brother who had just been shocked by the fact that his younger brother was a vampire, he had to admire Wang Xiaoming’s ability to accept things. Fallen angels, vampires… those shocking things seemed to be as normal as breathing coming out of Wang Xiaoming’s mouth.

“That vampire was very special,” Xiang Wenxun answered calmly.

“What about him was special?”

Xiang Wenxun shook his head and answered, “I’m not sure either. The report said a lot of vampires treated him special because of his looks.”

Wang Xiaoming asked, “Could he be especially pretty?”

Baal suddenly asked, “Do you have a photo?”

Wang Xiaoming paused slightly, “Do you know him?”

Xiang Wenxun stood up and walked into the bedroom. After a little while, he came out with a fax. “No photo, but a vampire drew his visage and the person I entrusted the task to took a picture of the painting and then faxed it to me.”

Wang Xiaoming took that fax.

Because of the angle, the person in the picture seemed to have odd proportions, but he could still tell that he was a beautiful young man with golden hair and green eyes.

“Really beautiful,” Wang Xiaoming praised. Even after painting, cell phone photo, and fax… three layers of distortion couldn’t hide those features that were so delicate as to be remarkable.

Baal’s eyes wandered over the fax several times before concluding, “Very average.”

…

Wang Xiaoming recalled Isefel and concluded that angels and humans had different starting points when judging beauty.

Xiang Wenxun asked, “Does Mr. Baal have any clue?”

Baal’s lips pursed and he answered, “If he’s fourteenth generation, you have ample opportunity to find the previous thirteen generations to save your brother.”

Wang Xiaoming repeated that word for word and then added on, “Actually, I thought of that too.”

“…” Baal thought he’d taken a hit to his pride and in order to reestablish his reputation, he added, “But you better hurry because vampires usually suffer huge casualties during the Holy Wars. If you’re unlucky… hmph.”

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly relayed the message.

Xiang Wenxun frowned. “I’ve already asked that person to help me look into Julian’s elders. But Julian’s origins are very mysterious and the fourteenth generation thing is actually something he said himself.”

Wang Xiaoming sighed, “If only Gin were here.”

“Who is Gin?” A calculating look flashed across Xiang Wenxun’s eyes.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Baal and only when Baal didn’t object did he say, “Gin’s a third generation vampire.”

Xiang Wenxun became energized, “According to what I know, aside from Cain, the third generation vampires are the strongest among all vampires.”

Baal laughed coldly, “So out of touch.”

Xiang Wenxun couldn’t hear Baal’s diss and continued, “Could you introduce me to him? Even if he isn’t Julian’s direct elder, I think he may be able to find a way to save Wenjie.”

Wang Xiaoming said regretfully, “He’s already gone back.” Baal had revealed some things about Noah’s Ark but he wasn’t quite clear on most things. He only knew that once Shi Feixia and the crew went back, they had a hard time coming out again.

Xiang Wenxun persisted, “Do you have a way to get in touch?”

“I don’t know. But he promised he’d have a friend come help.” He paused and then continued, “I just don’t know when his friend will arrive.”

Xiang Wenxun gave a small smile and comforted him instead, “It’s better to hope than to not hope.”

Baal became even more vexed.

It was one thing for Wang Xiaoming to underestimate him before, but treating him like a wall painting and ignoring him was a whole different matter.

“Are you finished?” He demanded coldly.

A chill ran down Wang Xiaoming’s back.

“If you’re done, shouldn’t we go home to discuss some things?” Baal smiled very creepily.

Xiang Wenxun saw Wang Xiaoming’s face pale instantly and couldn’t help but ask, “What is it?”

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head and didn’t dare say anything, but he also wouldn’t move.

To Baal, the attitude clearly spoke of Wang Xiaoming’s lingering attachment to Xiang Wenxun! So he stood up directly, picked Wang Xiaoming up like the human was a briefcase, and headed straight out.

Dong.

Wang Xiaoming’s head slammed against the door.

Only then did Baal remember that while he could pass through doors, Wang Xiaoming couldn’t.

Xiang Wenxun stood up at the right time and suggested with a smile, “Mr. Baal, though our previous contract has been canceled, we can sign a new contract whenever you wish.”

Baal turned around to look at him.

As if sensing his gaze, Xiang Wenxun smiled even more humbly. “As someone as helpless as I am right now, I desperately hope for Mr. Baal’s help. If there is anything I can do to help, please don’t hesitate to ask. Of course, I am pleading with the utmost sincerity for Mr. Baal to save my brother afterward.”

Baal suddenly set Wang Xiaoming down and demanded, “Tell him, I want him to find a way to make you fall in love with me.”

Wang Xiaoming sprawled on the ground and played dead.

“You think I don’t dare beat you up here?”

Wang Xiaoming trembled but continued to play dead.

Baal reached out a hand and a fountain pen appeared in midair.

Xiang Wenxun understood and stretched his palm forward.

The fountain pen automatically scribbled out a long line of ink.

Xiang Wenxun looked at the beautifully scribbled line on his palm and retained his smile as he asked, “What is this?”

Baal answered arrogantly, “Heaven’s Script.”