Quick Travel: Accidentally captured that sickly villain

"Mingyin and Shenrao are in the library, go find them." Fan Weier dismissed Li Jiang with one sentence.

He was afraid that if he continued to speak, he would not be able to help revealing his secrets.

The library is huge, and Li Jiang searched for a long time before he saw Shenrao.

He was sitting by the last bookshelf, holding a book and flipping through it.

Li Jiang walked over and took a look: "Student Shenrao is very interested in the founder of this school, Bogasus?"

The book in the boy's hand is called History of Bogasus.

Hearing the voice, Shenrao raised his head.

He frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Li Jiang: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Shenrao slowly stood up from the ground and closed the book: "Bogasus is the most powerful and respectable vampire in this world. Of course I am interested."

He passed Li Jiang, ready to leave.

Li Jiang took a step back to block him: "Don't leave in a hurry, student Shenrao, I have something very important to see you."

When the two came to the reading room, Shenrao said with a cold face, "What's the matter?"

Leaning against the glass guardrail, Li Jiang told about the possibility that He Yuan might be a vampire, and about inviting them to the birthday party.

"Principal Fan Weier means that we should go to the birthday party together to see if we can find evidence that He Yuan is a vampire."

Although the old fellow did not explicitly agree to this matter, it did not prevent Li Jiang from taking it as his consent.

However, even after learning that there might be vampires infiltrating the school, Shenrao's expression remained as calm as before.

Li Jiang stared at him for a long time, but couldn't see why.

She still wanted to push the two of them over again, but she didn't expect Shenrao to just nod in agreement: "Okay, I'll go, but Mingyin is not at school right now."

So crisp.

Li Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Where is he?"

Shenrao's eyes suddenly became complicated, and he shook his head: "I don't know, he hasn't been at school these two days."

There is a grove filled with moisture behind the school playground, and few people usually come here.

Zhang Fu came to look for the thing he dropped last time, and suddenly felt a strong wave of power, subconsciously raised his head, just in time to see Ming Yin walking out of a burst of light and shadow.

The boy was wearing the school's white uniform, which was clearly clean and holy, but exuded an evil air of death.

Seeing Zhang Fu, he smiled happily, as if seeing a friend for many years, "Hello, classmate."

Zhang Fu's back felt a little chilly.

He remembered that Mingyin's ability seemed to control life, right?

Why can it appear out of thin air?

Perhaps sensing the fear in Zhang Fu's heart, he frowned in distress.

"Has it been found?"

His good mood was ruined, and there was no smile on his face.

A gust of cold wind came from the secluded environment, and Zhang Fu could smell the strong smell of blood coming from the young man.

He couldn't control it anymore, turned around and ran forward like crazy.

However, the next second, the boy appeared in front of him again.

Mingyin sighed: "I am not ugly, why do you look like you have seen a ghost?"

Zhang Fu kept backing away, almost crying: "I...I won't tell anyone about this, please let me go."

"It's a really nice solution."

Ming Yin thought about it seriously. Hearing what he said, a gleam of hope flashed across Zhang Fu's eyes. Just as he was about to thank him loudly, he heard the young man's cool voice again:

"However, I never believed in the promise of cheap human beings."

Those eyes turned a deep red that was richer than blood, strange and bewitching. The moment Zhang Fu met him, his whole body suddenly became sluggish.

He knelt on the ground with blank eyes and a severe headache, as if there was some memory, which was torn up and dissipated in his mind.

When Zhang Fu woke up, he found himself lying on a flower bed in the grove.

He scratched his head suspiciously.

Strange, why did I come here?