“Yeah.” He Lingchuan crouched down and examined the dead man’s neck. Once the head had been set back in place, they could see four small holes on the victim’s throat, along with rows of teeth marks. “This killer isn’t simple.”

“What kind of wound is that?”

“A blood-draining wound.” Humanoid, fond of drinking blood—this kind of aberrant creature was more than familiar to He Lingchuan. He had dealt with one nearly every day not long ago.

The expressions of the personal guards behind him changed at once.

Humans had an instinctive fear of blood-drinking aberrant creatures.

Who would have thought that a ba would appear among the Longchuan bandits?

He Lingchuan could not bring himself to tell Chao Qian that ba did not like drinking blood from corpses, which meant that when it drank his blood, Miao Mingming should not yet have been dead.

“The other attacked patrols don’t have wounds like this. So that blood-drinking...