## Chapter 29: Hunting Ghosts (Part 2)
In the Jambudvīpa World, there are Martial Arts Grandmasters who train their internal organs to the extreme, capable of blowing a cup into powder or gripping iron into mud.
Tang Song's internal organs at this time far surpassed those great Martial Arts Grandmasters, especially the two streams of Primeval White Astral Qi nurtured between his lungs.
Let alone blowing a cup into powder, blowing steel into powder was merely a matter of opening his mouth.
With a single breath, he blew a Vampire into dust. As the smoke dissipated, a drop of blood fell from the dust towards the ground.
Tang Song gently beckoned with his palm, and an invisible Force Wind carried the bright red blood back into his hand.
A blood ball the thickness of a little finger hovered in Tang Song's palm, silently spinning.
It was hard to imagine that all the blood in a Vampire's entire body added up to less than half a liang.
However, this blood ball was also the essence of the Vampire.
Vampire Heart Blood, whether for Zombies or some spirit monsters, was a greatly nourishing thing.
Just this little blood could save more than ten days of refining effort when feeding a Bronze Armored Corpse.
Tang Song gently rubbed the Jade Ring on his thumb with his index finger. The Black Jade Thumb Ring suddenly emitted a sound like metal scales rubbing together, and a Black Snake's head suddenly extended out, swallowing the blood bead in his palm in one gulp.
After swallowing the blood bead, the Black Snake turned its head, still wanting more, and swept its cold, sinister eyes over all the Vampires present. The greed in its snake pupils made all the Vampires present shiver involuntarily.
Having finished swallowing the blood bead in Tang Song's palm, the Black Snake emitted bursts of hissing sounds and obediently turned back into the Black Jade Thumb Ring.
Only the roaring of Firearms and the wailing of tragically killed Vampires echoed in the Dance Floor.
Blade looked at Tang Song's back, his throat tightened, and he couldn't help but swallow hard, gripping the Silver-plated Throwing Star in his hand tightly.
Tang Song turned his head and glanced at him, his gaze calm. Blade couldn't help but step back, forcing out an awkward smile towards Tang Song.
"These are all excellent materials! Since you're hungry, eat freely!"
Tang Song gave Blade a warning look and didn't pay attention to him anymore.
Instead, he turned his head to look at the many trembling Vampires in the Dance Hall and sighed.
As soon as Tang Song's voice fell, a black shadow flew out from Tang Song's hand.
The chopstick-length black shadow transformed into a black lightning bolt in mid-air, rapidly moving through the Vampire crowd.
Even with the Vampires' dynamic vision, which far surpassed ordinary Humans, all they could see was a fleeting black shadow.
In the end, they couldn't even see the shadow, only their companions falling one after another, turning into Dried Corpses.
In just a few breaths' time, the huge Dance Hall became empty.
"Quinn?"
The tapping sound of a Cane hitting the ground echoed.
At the Dance Floor's Bar Counter, the only surviving Vampire DJ knelt on the ground, feeling a cold, sinister thing crawling on the back of his neck.
He could even feel the icy touch of the snake's sharp fangs touching his skin.
The trembling Quinn looked at the white leather shoes that appeared before him. He tremblingly raised his head.
"Don't, don't kill me. If you kill me, Deacon won't let you off!"
"Won't let me off?" Tang Song repeated with a sinister smile, raising his Cane and pointing it at the back of this Vampire's hand.
*Pfft!*
The Cane directly pierced through Quinn's hand and nailed it firmly to the ground.
"Ah..."
Quinn let out a piteous scream, and painful wailing echoed throughout the Dance Hall.
*Pop!* Tang Song pulled out the Cane and directly stuffed it into his mouth.
The screaming stopped abruptly. Quinn endured the pain, raised his head, looked at Tang Song with a pitiful expression, his scarlet eyes full of pleading.
Afraid of death, being afraid of death is good!
Tang Song smiled slightly, "I ask, you answer. If you answer wrong, you know the consequences!"
"Woo woo woo!"
With the Cane stuffed in his mouth, Quinn could only nod vigorously.
"The Underworld is spreading rumors that Deacon has big moves recently! What is he plotting? Can you tell me?"
Tang Song raised his Cane and wiped the saliva on it with Quinn's leather clothes.
Hearing Tang Song's question, Quinn shivered all over. He was indeed afraid of the man in front of him, but Deacon, that lunatic, was not easy to provoke either? As if sensing his hesitation, Tang Song pressed the Cane down. Quinn immediately felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and with a thud, he collapsed directly onto the ground.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you," Quinn felt the Force from the Cane getting stronger and stronger, and he said in terror:
"Blood God, Deacon Frost wants to summon the Blood God. He wants to rule Humans and make this world the world of the Vampire Clan!"
Blood God? What is that? Tang Song cast his gaze towards Blade, who knew more about Vampire history.
Blade explained with a solemn face, "The Blood God is a legend in Vampire history. Some say it is the offspring of Cain, the most ancient Second Generation Vampire. Others say it is one of the sources of Vampires, just like Cain."
"No matter which is true, an existence like the Blood God is extremely terrifying. If Deacon Frost really succeeds, it will be a human catastrophe!"
Catastrophe, Tang Song scoffed at this statement.
If a nonsensical Blood God could be considered a human catastrophe, then what counted as Thanos holding the Infinity Gauntlet?
Did they really think that Bald Mage residing on the peak of the snowy mountain was useless?
The true Dimensional Demon God, the Hell-Lord Mephisto, only dared to sneak around on Earth like a thief, developing one or two Knights.
Let him try to descend with his true body, it would be his loss if his brains weren't beaten out.
To be honest, Tang Song was very wary of existences that could manipulate time and see the future.
Who knew, on a certain Timeline, whether he would transform into a world-destroying great demon, attracting the dissatisfaction of that Bald Mage, and being directly erased from the root.
However, from the perspective of over two years, that Bald Mage's interest in him didn't seem big.
"I remember that summoning a Forbidden Existence like the Blood God requires very strict conditions. It needs the blood of at least a thousand pure virgins, and the sacrifice of twelve Pureblood Vampires. Is Deacon Frost crazy!" Tang Song didn't care about the Blood God, but Blade was exceptionally excited.
Over the years, under the influence of his adoptive father, he had already become a qualified Vampire Hunter. He deeply knew the cruelty of things like Vampires.
Outwardly they looked like Humans, but in their bones, they saw Humans as chickens, ducks, and geese, no different from poultry.
It was only because of the strength of Human Firearms that they signed the Treaty of Coexistence with Humans.
If Deacon Frost really succeeded, then the entire New York would likely become an Infernal Realm.
"Where is Deacon Frost?"
Blade excitedly grabbed Quinn's collar, pulled him up, and questioned him with wide, angry eyes.
"Cough cough!" Quinn looked at Blade, spitting blood foam from his mouth. Whether he had figured it out or given up, he suddenly let out a burst of crazy laughter: "Daywalker, don't be happy too early. Besides the sacrifices you mentioned, summoning the Blood God also requires a Daywalker as the High Priest. You are dead!"
"Just let him come!" Blade smiled coldly, revealing a row of snow-white teeth.
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"This Venue is good. Tell Lane to renovate it later and change it into a themed nightclub!"
Several gunmen were cleaning up the battlefield. The half-dead Quinn had his limbs nailed with Teak Stakes, his mouth was stuffed with a Ball Gag, and he was locked in an Iron Cage used for live pigs.
Tang Song stroked the Black Snake in his palm, which was drowsy from swallowing too much Vampire Essence Blood, and instructed Frank.
Frank nodded at the side, scowling. Obviously, this peak Human fighter had been shown up again.
"Tang, the Blood God matter is very important. I need to go back and see the Priest and explain it clearly to him in person!"
Blade bid farewell to Tang Song with a solemn face. The things he had just interrogated from Quinn's mouth made Blade have to take it seriously.
"Give my regards to Father Declerck!" Tang Song ignored Blade's frequent glances towards Quinn and said politely.
Blade's thick lips opened and closed again and again, but in the end, he chose to turn around and leave.
Tang Song stroked the little Black Snake in his palm, which was almost transforming into a spirit monster, watching Blade's departing figure.
"Later, properly interrogate this Vampire and see where all the Vampire Venues in New York are," Tang Song instructed Frank. "Dig out their accountants and companies." Then Tang Song muttered to himself, "A clan that has accumulated wealth for over two hundred years, hey, and it's an illegal gang. I wonder how much Cultivation Resources it can be exchanged for!"
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"A Blood Hall was raided! Who did it?"
Wearing tight ripped jeans, a leather jacket on his upper body, dressed like a hippie, with fluffy hair, and a big gold chain around his neck, he looked more like a street thug than a Vampire.
But he was indeed a Vampire over three hundred years old. He originally came from Europe to America with the Mayflower. His age was as long as New York's history.
One of the patriarchs of New York's two major Vampire Clans, Deacon Frost! "It's the Daywalker!"
A Lesser Vampire replied tremblingly, "A Ghost Slave saw the Daywalker. He brought a group of Humans and killed into that Blood Hall!"
Daywalker, Deacon Frost muttered the name in his mouth. Two sharp fangs emerged from the corners of his mouth.
Scarlet blood color spread in his eyes.
The Daywalker, the Daywalker he created with his own hands, the only Daywalker for hundreds of years besides Count Dracula.
Yet every time he opposed him, damn it, just wait. When he successfully summoned the Blood God, then he would be the true King of the Bloodline.
"Where are those Pureblood wastes?"
Deacon Frost finally managed to control his bloodthirsty desire, turned his head, and asked the Blood Kin beside him.
"They are all in the Council Hall!"
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"Deacon Frost, this mixed-blood bastard, how much trouble has he caused us because of his dance hall! I propose to expel him from New York!"
Deacon Frost had not yet walked outside the Council Hall when he heard a voice from afar.
His face immediately turned gloomy. Mixed-blood, bastard, how many years had it been since he heard this word?
"His ostentatious development of Blood Kin and hunting will definitely attract Human attention. Once the Treaty is violated, it will not be a good thing for the entire Vampire Clan!"
"Alvin, he is a descendant of your Family/Clan. How do you think he should be dealt with!"
"He is just a mixed-blood who received The Embrace, he cannot be considered a person of our Family/Clan. However, his ostentatious actions will indeed destroy the Treaty of Coexistence. I will warn him. If he is still disobedient, then he will be expelled from New York!"
...
Deacon Frost listened to the discussions in the conference room, directly pushed the door open and entered. At this moment, his face already wore a cynical expression.
"I heard outside that several Councillors seem to have an opinion of me!"
Deacon Frost walked behind a middle-aged white man with a slicked-back hairstyle, wearing a suit and tie, placed his hands on the armrests of his chair, and looked down at the people present.
"Deacon Frost, it's not that we have an opinion of you, but your dance hall has already attracted Human attention. If you continue like this, it will definitely threaten the clan in New York!"
"Humans, a bunch of pigs and sheep, are you afraid of them?" Deacon Frost exaggeratedly raised his hand and laughed loudly in mockery:
"Humans, they are naturally our food. Since when do we need to fear them!"
"Now is not the Middle Ages," a pale-faced young man sneered, "If we really go to war with Humans, we have no chance of winning. Mixed-blood kid, you should recognize reality, now is the world of Humans."
"Then why don't we turn it into the world of our Vampire Clan!" Deacon Frost's tone was somewhat crazy: "Think about it, in the future, the entire world will be our hunting ground, and Humans will be nothing but our lambs. How wonderful this kind of world would be!"
"I think you are crazy!" A Councillor couldn't help but scold, "If you don't put away your dangerous thoughts, you will be expelled from New York!"
"Expel me!" Deacon Frost pointed to himself with his finger, as if he heard some joke, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Don't forget where this is, this is New York, my Lair that I painstakingly managed for over two hundred years!"
"What do you want to do?" A Councillor sensed something was wrong. Just as he wanted to stand up, the seat he was sitting on suddenly popped out a pair of leg restraints and a pair of handcuffs, firmly locking him onto the seat.
Clicking sounds kept coming, followed by the sizzling sound of silver restraints contacting flesh, that kind of sound was like frying squid on a hot plate.
Screams one after another resounded throughout the conference room.
Deacon Frost's face at this moment was already completely cold, "Naive fellows, you wouldn't really think I invited you from Europe to form some New York Council, would you? Twelve Pureblood Viscounts, your blood will be the best sacrifice to welcome the Blood God."
(End of Chapter)