Superman Termination Manual

Five minutes ago, on the third level of Wanxiang City, there was an emergency passage leading to the fourth level.

A young man with dreadlocks and wearing a denim jacket over a rock band logo T-shirt grabbed the hair of a white-haired girl, lifting her icy corpse and pressing it against the wall.

His right hand burst with veins as he gripped Bai Ziling's neck relentlessly, almost crushing her bones.

Only after confirming that she had completely stopped breathing did the young man speak disinterestedly to himself.

"It seems that vampires are just this, relying on draining others' blood to steal superpowers, wings like bats. However, they really are a peculiar species. I had heard the Sect Master mention them, but I never thought they actually existed."

Saying this, he let go of the girl's neck, allowing her body to slide down the wall and collapse onto the ground.

Then the young man sat on the stairs, took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, lit it with a lighter, and stared blankly at the open ceiling.

He was originally the Sect Master's third disciple, named Li Xiaoluo, who had left the Ninja Sect to chase his dream of becoming a rock star. However, his years in the rock scene were so unbearably bad that he barely managed to eat a hot meal.

Finally, just as he was about to give up on his dreams and find a regular job to lead a normal life, he suddenly received a message from the Sect Master.

He trembled as he opened the scroll, which stated that he was to come to Huanjing to join forces in killing the last calamity dragon.

In the last part of the scroll, the Sect Master had written, "I have attended every concert of yours, coming down from the mountain to watch. You sang well, living a life true to yourself. Now is too early to give up, isn't it, Aro?"

Li Xiaoluo stared at these words for a long time, tears wetting the cigarette in his hand. After a long pause, he decided to continue his career as a singer.

But he also secretly resolved to help the Sect Master complete the ultimate task of slaying the dragon, which brought him here. After so many years, he found that he still detested fighting and killing.

Initially, he had only planned to guard this emergency passageway and leave the rest of the tasks to his fellow disciples, but unexpectedly, he had encountered an extraordinary superhuman who almost killed him.

Li Xiaoluo couldn't help but reflect, wondering if he would have been so unbearably hopeless if it had been ten years earlier.

He was quietly relieved that he had survived, for as long as he was alive, he could still pursue those elusive dreams.

What he did not expect was that at the very moment he was about to give up, he would be inspired by the most unexpected person. He secretly decided that next time he performed on stage, he would take a good look to see if there was an old man among the audience. Explore more stories at empire

That old man was indeed cunning, having sternly told him to "never come back" when he drove him off the mountain, yet the letter claimed, "I have watched every one of your concerts."

He was utterly deceitful...

Thinking this, Li Xiaoluo couldn't help but slightly curl his lips, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.

Suddenly, a loud noise from outside the window interrupted his thoughts.

Li Xiaoluo turned his head to look at the emergency passageway window, only to see ninjas using the Ancestral Dragon Horn to suppress the giant dragon inside the bell.

The next moment, as the dragon burst out of the bell, hundreds of ninjas vanished in smoke, dissipating into the air like a gust of dust.

"Hey, what's going on?"

His eyebrows raised, the cigarette in his mouth tipped upward, and his expression slightly stunned. Moments later, he picked up the cigarette from his lips, about to stand up and leave, only to discover a sharp object had pierced through his chest from behind.

Li Xiaoluo froze for half a second, looking down to see that what had pierced his chest was a pale, slender hand holding someone's heart.

The heart was still beating vigorously, glowing with its last vitality.

"This is..."

"My heart?"

Li Xiaoluo paused for a moment, watched the heart being thrown to the ground, and then his consciousness started to blur, his weary body gradually sinking to the ground.

He fell into a pool of blood.

He turned his head, his empty eyes reflecting in a white-haired girl, her face smeared with fresh blood, murmuring.

"You're still alive... Is this what a vampire is?"

"You made a mistake, not killing me completely," Bai Ziling said emotionlessly.

"It seems I was too soft-hearted; I actually intended to leave you a complete corpse."

Li Xiaoluo said wearily, struggling to keep his eyelids from closing, his right hand trembling as he took out a business card from his pocket and slowly placed it in the pool of blood.

"Would you mind taking my business card, miss, I... I am a rock singer, and this is my band," he said, self-mockingly.

Bai Ziling initially turned to leave, but hearing his words, hesitated for two seconds, still lowered her eyes and came over, crouching down to pick the business card from the blood pool.

"Thank you." She said, "If I get the chance, I'll go... to the concert."

"You're welcome."

Li Xiaoluo said softly, closing his eyes in the blood pool, his lips curving into a faint smile.

Bai Ziling placed the business card by his ear, then stood up, looked down at her white dress, now horrendous from the bloodstains.

She extended her slender fingertips, touched the hem of her skirt, and the bloodstains on the skirt gathered into one spot, then quickly vanished as if absorbed.

Bai Ziling sat on the steps, her face bloodstained and reflecting in the window, her lightly red mouth corners revealing sharp and fearsome fangs.