Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

The group of six set off towards the city where they were to carry out their mission.

Touro and Ning Shu had gone to a remote town for their last mission together. This time, however, they were off to a bustling downtown area.

Vampires were already arrogant enough to act like this in a city.

They were practically screaming that they were responsible for this.

Things had changed. In the past, the vampire clans had a rule mandating its members to avoid the human world.

Following the gradual human domination of the world, many vampires had fallen into a deep slumber to survive. Most notable among them were Cain’s grandchildren: the third-generation vampires.

This, coupled with the medieval church’s purging of heretics, had significantly reduced the number of existing vampires.

Generally, these vampires wouldn’t do anything like causing the spike of missing person cases in densely populated areas.

It was a no-brainer to Ning Shu that these cases were all related to the vampires.

She really couldn’t figure out why these vampires would do such a thing.

Once the third-generation vampires involved themselves in the matters of the current vampire clans, they would never give the reins back.

To these third-generation vampires, their descendants were but insignificant puppets. A single word from them could turn the vampire clans upside down.

The third-generation vampires should actually be a taboo for the vampires.

What were they being awakened for?

Their awakening wouldn’t only bring about human suffering, but also the vampires’.

Of course, there could always be insane vampires who worshiped the third-generation vampires.

The six blood hunters found a hotel to stay in.

Ning Shu stood at the window. She propped up her chin and wondered where the missing people were taken to this time.

Vampires slept in coffins. They had found the last one in a church.

What about this time?

It wouldn’t be in a cemetery, would it…?

Graveyards seemed to suit creatures like vampires.

Ning Shu tore a piece of paper and folded it into a paper crane. She bit her finger and used the blood to draw a spell on the paper crane.

After several failures, Ning Shu’s wound began to dry. Ning Shu had to squeeze the wound to get some blood out.

How torturous.

The floor was covered with discarded paper cranes. Ning Shu was nearly on the verge of going mad when she finally succeeded.

She put the paper crane on her palm. It flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

The spell was a very difficult one. Ning Shu nearly drained her dantian to give the inanimate object the ability to fly.

A huge amount of power had been required.

Ning Shu immediately sat on the ground, set up a small yang gathering formation, and cultivated.

The paper crane could help them with finding the missing people for the time being.

As long as they knew the general direction, they could continue to slowly search afterward.

Ning Shu absorbed the fire yang energy. Fortunately, it was summer, so she could absorb the energy from the sun in the sky.

Ning Shu felt that she’d adapted to the heat so much that one day, she’d be able to go to the sky and hug the literal sun.

Early the next morning, the paper crane came back and landed in Ning Shu’s palm.

She put away the paper crane and told Touro and the four newbies, “The missing people are all in a cemetery.”

“There are so many cemeteries in this city. It could be any of them,” Touro said.

“It must be the cemetery that’s the oldest and has been around the longest,” Ning Shu said.

“I’ve researched it. I know where that is, we can go now.”

Based on the information from the crane, Ning Shu and the others went to a relatively remote cemetery in the city.

There was not a single house around.

The Western world was usually different from the Eastern in the way that people would just live normally near a cemetery.

Different from the eerie Eastern cemeteries, the Western cemeteries were viewed as mysterious and romantic places. They were both moving and beautiful.

It wouldn’t be strange at all if one took a walk and accidentally stumbled upon a cemetery.

This particular cemetery, however, was desolate and oozing with eeriness.

The caws of strange birds called from the trees.

As the tree leaves were too thick, they couldn’t see these birds.

It was rather scary.

Ning Shu stopped the car. “It’s probably around here.”

MTL Editor: Ran