Twisted Dreams-Chapter 25 - 24: Bonus - , Emperor Nightclub

Inside the villa.

Li Yang fiddled with the membership card in his hand.

This card was crafted by Suzu using the Black Witchcraft of the Black Witch, taking her an entire day.

The card was entirely black.

On the card was an image of three demons wearing black robes with large hoods.

The demon in the center had a voluptuous, alluring figure, clearly female.

These three demons represented the Crow, Black Dog, and Suzu respectively.

The three demons were holding a skull, which represented Li Yang.

The card read "Low·Shadow Demon," meaning junior member, shadow demon.

This card belonged to Zhu Dajun.

Of course, the patterns and words on it could only be seen by creatures possessing Extraordinary Power.

To ordinary people, it was just a plain, unknown material black card.

In front of the desk, Suzu took a sip of milk tea, looking pathetically at Li Yang:

"Li Yang, I’ve finished one card, can I watch a bit of anime?"

Li Yang glanced at her:

"Jiraiya..."

Suzu hurriedly covered her ears:

"Don’t spoil it, I’ll do it, can’t I finish it?"

Li Yang looked towards the door, where a man stood.

It was Du Yangming.

Li Yang gestured to the sofa beside him:

"Sit."

Du Yangming sat down uneasily.

He kept his head down, not daring to look around.

Since entering the villa, he felt like he had stepped into another world.

Mysterious crows and black dogs, a girl full of a mysterious aura.

The person sitting on the sofa exuded a suppressive power.

The black card in his hand was equally extraordinary.

This was a world of the Extraordinary, a world beyond the ordinary material level.

Du Yangming could feel that the young man on the sofa playing with the black card was today’s Death God.

Li Yang frowned and asked:

"Why hasn’t your injury healed yet?"

Vampires could recover quickly in the dark no matter how severe the injuries.

But Du Yangming’s body was clearly still in a state of severe injury.

Du Yangming didn’t dare to lift his head and replied respectfully:

"I can control the speed of my recovery. I’m afraid if I recover too quickly, people will notice something unusual.

Besides, these injuries aren’t a big deal to me now."

Li Yang nodded.

Du Yangming carefully peeked at Li Yang, hesitated for a moment, and extended his hand.

His nails instantly grew, glinting with a dangerous sheen.

Du Yangming asked with a complex expression:

"Master...what’s my current situation?

Why did you grant me this power, giving me new life?"

Li Yang said:

"No need to call me Master. Mr. is fine."

Du Yangming nodded seriously:

"Yes, Mr."

Li Yang spoke slowly:

"You know exactly what you are now.

Consider it a moment of my softness, not wanting to take your soul.

Likewise, I happen to need someone to help me with some tasks.

From now on, you are my Apostle."

Du Yangming’s mouth fell slightly open, astonished.

Apostle?

Death God’s... Apostle?

Indeed, vampires are favored by Death God, considered his chosen ones.

To actually become the messenger of Death God?

To serve...a deity!

Surprise, fear, panic, a mixture of sensations blended together to form an inexplicable emotion called glory.

Du Yangming firmly said:

"Mr., whatever you need me to do, I will accomplish it."

Li Yang held the membership card between his index and middle fingers, flicked it lightly, and Du Yangming hurried to catch it with his hands.

Li Yang’s indifferent voice rang out:

"First, deliver this card to its owner."

...

Emperor Nightclub.

The Emperor Nightclub was at its liveliest late at night.

For discussing cooperation, celebrating, and cultivating connections, the Emperor Nightclub was the best choice and the greatest sincerity.

Luxury cars were parked at the entrance, and the guests entering and exiting the Emperor Nightclub were dressed in splendid attire.

Anyone able to spend here was at least of the middle-class bourgeoisie.

The doormen greeted and saw off the guests respectfully.

A peculiar man caught the doorman’s attention.

He was dressed in a black raincoat, wrapping himself tightly, walking steadily towards the entrance.

He didn’t seem like a guest there to spend money.

The doorman discreetly whispered a few words into his earpiece’s communication channel and approached with a professional smile:

"Sir, welcome to Emperor Nightclub. Are you here to see someone or...?"

Halfway through his sentence, the doorman froze, seeing the man’s face under the raincoat hood.

The strange man’s face was wrapped in bandages, covering most of it, leaving only the mouth, eyes, and parts of the cheek exposed.

It was Du Yangming.

Du Yangming said in a deep voice:

"I’m here to see someone."

The doorman swallowed hard.

He had seen those desperados hidden in the shadows of Emperor Nightclub.

This person had an exceptionally cold aura, more intimidating than those desperados.

Indeed here to cause trouble!

At that moment, a voice came through the doorman’s earpiece, Mad Wolf:

"Take him to the eighth floor."

The doorman’s eyes flashed with shock, and not daring to slack off, he quickly escorted Du Yangming into the nightclub.

They arrived at the eighth floor of Emperor Nightclub.

The doorman had no right to step into the eighth-floor corridor, keeping his head low, not daring even a glimpse.

If he saw something he shouldn’t, he wouldn’t survive.

The eighth floor was more luxuriously decorated, like Heaven in the eyes of ordinary people.

On both sides of the corridor stood hostesses resembling celebrities in appearance and demeanor.

They wore high heels, standing meticulously in standard etiquette postures.

A glamorous woman in a business suit respectfully greeted Du Yangming, leading him with swaying hips to room 888.

As Du Yangming passed, the rows of hostesses bowed, their voices sweet.

It was his first time realizing places like this existed in the world.

The owner here must be someone of great stature, someone his former self could only look up to.

Accurately speaking, it was his former self that needed to look up to such a person.

Now, he was Death’s messenger!

Du Yangming raised his head, eyeing the leading Attendant before him.

Perhaps even this female attendant would’ve been someone he needed to look up to just a day before.

Suddenly, Du Yangming was captivated by the whiteness of the Attendant’s neck.

So white, so tender.

He swallowed hard.

Wondering how delicious it would be to take a bite.

Du Yangming was startled by his thoughts.

He was a vampire, needing to drink blood, but he didn’t want to harm innocents.

Finally reaching room 888, the Attendant opened the door, announcing respectfully:

"President Zhu, your esteemed guest has arrived."

A hearty laugh emerged from inside the room:

"Hahahahaha, please come in!"

Zhu Dajun immediately stood from the sofa, his pupils constricting when he clearly saw Du Yangming.

This person had no shadow.

He wasn’t human.

Zhu Dajun swiftly masked his inner astonishment, warmly stepping forward, extending both hands for a handshake, lowering his stance:

"I feared causing unnecessary trouble for you, so I didn’t greet you personally at the door. Truly sorry!

Please, have a seat! I’ll penalize myself with three drinks later!"

Surprise flashed momentarily in the Attendant’s eyes.

In the vast South Sea, who had the qualifications for President Zhu to lower himself so?

She respectfully bowed and discreetly withdrew.

Du Yangming, however, reluctantly cast another glance at the Attendant’s neck, swallowing hard.

He was very hungry, an overwhelming hunger consuming him.

Zhu Dajun’s eyes showed a subtle meaning as he quietly tapped his earpiece.