Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Secret Script of the Blood Clan (Second Update)
Suddenly.

Quintina’s expression changed, and she turned to look into the distance.

“What’s wrong?” An Yan noticed something was amiss and couldn’t help asking.

Blood surged within Quintina’s body, her complexion turning ashen, “Master, someone is attacking my blood slave!”

“Benedict?” Xue An said indifferently.

“Yes! And it must be a very powerful member of the Blood Clan!” Quintina said solemnly.

Xue An’s eyes brightened, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a faint smile, “After waiting for so long, he’s finally here!”

Meanwhile, in the hotel.

Piercing screams echoed from within a room.

The blood drained from the faces of Marcus and another person as they listened from outside.

“Should we check it out? Otherwise, Selina, that lunatic, might just torture this blood slave to death!”

“You go if you want; I certainly don’t dare provoke that maniac!”

“But if this blood slave dies, the lead will be lost. How are we going to find the murderer of Duke Alldington?”

The two people were discussing outside.

The door to the room opened.

Selina, covered in blood, walked out, greedily licking the Blood Pearl at the corner of her mouth.

“This feeling, truly exhilarating!” Selina sighed, her face savoring the moment.

“Did you find out?” Marcus frowned and asked.

“Find out what?” Selina was utterly perplexed.

“Nonsense, of course where the bastard who killed Grand Duke Alldington is now!”

Selina paused, then chuckled, “Sorry, I just got carried away with the enjoyment, I forgot about that!”

“What?” Marcus shrieked, “Then what the hell have you been interrogating for so long inside?”

“I was just playing a game with him!” Selina, lighting up a cigarette, said nonchalantly.

“You damned lunatic!” Marcus roared and pushed the door open to enter the room.

The scene inside was enough to make even Marcus, accustomed to gore, feel sick.

“God, what has Selina done? Is cannibalism her thing?” Marcus said with disgust, glancing at the bed where Benedict lay.

At this moment, Benedict had turned into a pile of unrecognizable bloody flesh; he would have been dead already, were it not for his status as a blood slave.

But the superhuman vitality of a blood slave had become the perfect tool for Selina to torment him.

“What exactly do you want to ask? I’ll tell you everything now, then please kill me!” Benedict was on the verge of a breakdown.

“I’m so sorry, sir, for the unfair treatment you’ve endured. We just want to know who killed Grand Duke Alldington and Marquis Cecil. Also, where is the murderer now?”

Hearing this, Benedict trembled violently, then looked at Marcus with a face filled with terror.

“I don’t know, I really don’t know where they are!”

Marcus frowned slightly, “That’s unfortunate, Mr. Blood Slave. Since you still think of resisting, I’ll just have to let Selina continue your pleasant times together!”

Suddenly, a choking sound came from Benedict’s throat, and then blood gushed from his mouth.

Selina rushed in, yelling at Marcus, “Damn it, you almost ruined my toy!”

She hurried over, prying open Benedict’s mouth, skillfully fishing out the tongue that he had bitten off himself.

With the blood clot removed from his airway, Benedict could breathe again, but he stared at Selina with terror, making unintelligible noises.

Selina laughed neurotically and then dropped a drop of her own blood into Benedict’s mouth.

The fresh blood of a Marquis of the Blood Clan rapidly healed the wounds in Benedict’s mouth, even regenerating his tongue.

“I’m very curious, you’re nothing but a wretched blood slave, what exactly are you resisting? But the more you do, the more excited I get! Such a splendid toy!” Selina said with a hideous smile.

Another scream rang out.

Marcus, looking somewhat pale, stepped out of the room and shrugged at his companions outside.

“I swear, I’m never going on a mission with this lunatic again!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deafening boom sounded.

The walls of the hotel collapsed with a crash.

Amid the tremors, dust billowed.

As Marcus and the others stood dumbfounded,

Xue An slowly emerged from the dust, looking slightly startled upon seeing Marcus and his companions, then shook his head in disappointment, “It’s just two Blood Clan Marquis? Boring!”

Only then did Marcus regain his composure, his gaze flickering as he stared at Quintina, who followed after Xue An, “You have the scent of Marquis Cecil on you! Did you kill him?”

Quintina nodded, “That’s right!”

“So that means Alldington as well…”

Xue An smiled faintly, “He’s my kill!”

Marcus’s expression turned solemn.

At this moment, Selina had already rushed out of the room.

Upon seeing her, Quintina couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Little witch, Selina!”

Selina, with hands covered in blood, hoisted her twin ponytails and said with a giggling smile, “I must admit, your blood slave is quite remarkable, to last this long in my hands!”

Quintina’s expression darkened.

This little witch was quite infamous among the Blood Clan.

Though she had only Marquis strength, her sheer insanity terrified many.

More importantly, she was a trusted subordinate of a major figure in the Blood Clan Council, a force not to be underestimated.

At this time, Selina’s attention was focused on Xue An, her eyes growing greedy and excited.

“Such a perfect physique, if I made you into a specimen, my master would certainly love it! This woman too, if presented as a toy to my master, he would surely reward me handsomely, hehehehehe.”

Unlike her madness, Marcus and the others wore grave expressions.

After all, with the strength to kill a Grand Duke, Xue An was not to be taken lightly.

Xue An sighed softly, “Such a filthy race!”

Having said that, Xue An couldn’t be bothered to waste words with them. Taking a step forward, countless sword glows appeared in mid-air.

This sight alarmed Marcus, who then shouted in fear, “Quick, use the secret script!”

Selina chuckled and threw out a piece of parchment.

The reason they dared to pursue this matter with the strength of Marquis was entirely because they had been given this secret script by the Blood Clan Council.

Contained within it was a true word from a Blood Clan prince, capable of easily defeating a Grand Duke, a symbol of the supreme power of the Blood Clan Council.

The parchment transformed into a blood-colored scythe in the air, and Selina screamed in excitement.

“In the name of my lord, Annihilation to you all!”

With that, she gripped the scythe, aiming it straight at Xue An and the others.

The scythe emitted a thick aura of death, chilling to the core.

Quintina had already stepped back several paces, still unable to confront this mighty blow infused with the aura of a Blood Clan prince.

“Die!” Selina sneered.