CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: WEREWOLVES AND THE BLOOD RACE

Facing the pitch-black interior of the factory, the blonde mistress Sosia’s pupils shrank, and her eyes suddenly turned emerald green.

The scene in the darkness became incredibly clear before her eyes, completely unaffected by the lack of light.

"It’s here, this is the place. I was brought here before to undergo experiments. I’m innocent, please don’t kill me. I also hate those of the Blood Race."

The man caught by Sosia’s collar kneels on the ground, pleading pathetically and fearfully.

His skin is pale as if it hasn’t been exposed to sunlight for years, so white that the many blood vessels underneath it are clearly visible.

His face has no hair, including his head which is completely bald, resembling a terminal patient. Two sharp teeth protruding from his lips are particularly noticeable, indicating his peculiar identity.

"Dare to proclaim innocence? Haven’t you harmed anyone since becoming a Bloodline? Filthy vermin." Sosia snorted disdainfully, "Lead the way."

"This way, they should be upstairs." Trembling, the man pointed towards the second floor, and Sosia immediately dragged him upstairs.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Sun Yan, who was hiding in the shadows, felt a surge of tension and instinctively held his breath.

He wasn’t sure if the sudden arrivals were good or bad, or what their intentions were, but it was vital not to let them discover him to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Upon reaching the second floor, Sosia observed the rooms with open doors and fell into contemplation.

She sniffed quietly, and a multitude of smells flooded into her nostrils, bringing a wealth of information simultaneously.

"A wolf’s sense of smell is a hundred times that of a human; on a clear day, it can even scent prey two kilometers away. Stop hiding, either come out yourself or I’ll go over and break your bones." Sosia laughed menacingly towards the end of the corridor.

As she finished speaking, thick black fur grew on her hand, her fingers became elongated and sturdy, and her nails sharpened, resembling a beast.

"I’ve been discovered?!" The warning startled Sun Yan, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

The opponent’s skill far exceeded his expectations, making it impossible to continue feigning ignorance and hiding.

With this realization, Sun Yan emerged from the darkness of the corner, looking solemnly at the blonde mistress and the sickly man she held.

Upon seeing Sun Yan wearing the General Sun Mask, Sosia also couldn’t help but be taken aback.

In a deserted abandoned factory, the eccentric man sporting this bizarre mask was intriguing; either he was deranged, or his true intentions were far from simple.

"Human, although you don’t have the Blood Race scent, I need a convincing reason not to break your spine." Sosia grinned, revealing a mouth full of teeth impossible for a human.

Seeing her face beginning to sprout black fur, along with fangs and claws, Sun Yan recognized that the woman before him was not human.

The scenario he dreaded most still unfolded. Though Sun Yan was adept at exorcising Evil Spirits with magical artifacts, dealing with a physical creature proved too challenging.

Fortunately, the hostility from the opponent seemed minor; Sun Yan hurriedly said, "Don’t misunderstand, I mean no harm. I’m an Exorcist; I sensed malice when passing by this factory, hence my investigation. If you’re bothered, I’ll leave now."

Meanwhile, Sun Yan covertly touched his phone behind him, its screen ready to dial Chief Henry’s number.

This woman’s identity and origins were unknown, potentially linked to the Evil Spirits in this abandoned factory.

Having trespassed and been caught, there’s no guarantee this bizarre woman wouldn’t consider silencing him. Sun Yan couldn’t rely on the possibility of her sparing him, hoping that alerting the police might make her cautious.

"Exorcist..." Sosia’s expression slightly softened upon hearing Sun Yan’s explanation.

But suddenly, Sosia let go of the man she was holding, leaped, and forcefully pinned Sun Yan to the ground, snatching his phone in the process.

"Don’t assume I couldn’t tell what you were sneaking around trying to do."

Sosia forcibly shut down the phone, eyes playfully locked on Sun Yan pinned beneath her, "I mean no harm to you either, but you’d better not provoke me; otherwise, I can’t guarantee your safety."

As part of the ancient European "werewolves," the Angke Clan, during the era of Japan’s global colonization, migrated from Europe to North America. Though not human, she wasn’t a bloodthirsty demon either.

On this land, her family has hunted Blood Race for generations, starting a chase at any trace of their appearance.

Conversely, the Blood Race has been ceaselessly exterminating local werewolves over the centuries, creating a deep-seated blood feud between both sides.

With humans, the Angke Clan remained neutral and peaceful, never attacking unless threatened with death.

"That was an accident." Sun Yan removed his mask, saying sincerely, showing no embarrassment from his sly ploy being discovered by Sosia.

Despite Sosia being a woman, her werewolf bloodline was no joke, subduing a non-athletic ordinary human like Sun Yan was as easy as bullying a chick.

Even someone as formidable as Tyson in his prime might struggle against these werewolf-blooded individuals.

The man left behind by Sosia watched Sun Yan and Sosia converse. Upon seeing Sosia turn away, his expression darkened, and he abruptly got up, charging at a door welded shut with iron bars.

Bang!

An ear-splitting crash echoed through the corridor as the welded iron bars broke, with the man barging inside.

Sosia didn’t expect the man she had taken from the hospital would dare to resist. Too late to stop him, she could only watch him enter the room with wide eyes.

"This is bad." Sosia’s expression darkened, quickly standing from Sun Yan and striding over.

At the center of the sealed room stood a peculiar black coffin, its surface covered with Bible pages, hanging above was a golden Cross, directly facing the coffin.

The eyes of the Jesus statue on the Cross gazed at the black coffin, as if suppressing this eerie object.

"It’s your own death wish! I will never betray the Morolick Clan, foolish werewolf!"

The man laughed maniacally, rushed to the coffin, tore the Bible covering its surface, and pushed it open without hesitation.

The moment the coffin lid hit the ground, the room suffused with oppressive air, wisps of black mist emerged, swirling into vortices in the air.

"You’re courting death!"

Sosia, who stormed into the room, was furious, angered by the Bloodline she had dragged from the hospital, taking such actions behind her back. This was a slap to her face.

Following closely behind, Sun Yan reached the doorway just as the coffin opened, an inexplicable sense of unease arose in his heart.

Things were turning bad.