Chapter 3
The readers consider me a fantasy comic author, but that wasn"t true. I"m a realist author. The comic I"m currently publishing on the Internet is “The Vampire Series – The bloodsucking Prince licks intestines.”
The protagonist was the well-deserved Li Wei. The sketches portrayed him collecting rent and the normal daily lives of everyone. The readers were very interested. Although I didn"t quite understand why they a.s.sumed Li Wei was sky-breaking handsome, but as long as readers spend money to read, and I get my wages on time, I don"t really mind.
At present, earning to support myself is what I"m striving for. So whatever readers request, I answer them within my art. For being able to do so, I am grateful to Li Wei. His words stung, were too mean to hear, and they came at me like poisonous darts. Regardless, because of them, I obtained a story to show you all…
I am even more grateful for his arrogance and narcissism, which made him ignore my comics. My current life could only have resulted because of this. Otherwise… as far as I knew about vampires, it is easy for him to kill me. And he will once he knows. Thank you once more.
So when I got the payment, I didn"t stall. I immediately withdrew the money. I planned to throw it on his face. Well, not literally. This was the first month"s rent I paid back. I still had some cash when I entered this building by chance. Although I have earned some more or less later on, it wasn"t much…
“AHH!” An ear-piercing scream came from the top of the building. The voice full of power was Li Zhi"s.
It was rare to see her awake during the day. I should have asked her what happened, but Li Zhi was a vampire who always shrieked for small reasons. I didn"t have to care much. I went and knocked on Li Wei"s door on the first floor. I knocked for a long time, but no response came.
Vampires sleep during the day, But Li Wei and Li Zhi acted different. The brother and sister pair were "day walkers", staying awake during the day, especially Li Wei. Any hour of the day, no matter the time, as long as he smells money, he can even rise from a twenty century slumber.
A rush of footsteps came from the upstairs.
I turned around and saw a pair of long legs in cartoonish coral velvet pajamas frantically rushing down. As for what looked like the upper body… I saw the Alaskan husky. The dog of Li Zhi. His name was Dumbo. All day, he only knew how to eat, sleep, drink, and pee. Though a dimwit, Li Zhi treasured him.
“What happened to Dumbo?” I asked Li Zhi. She pulled down the dog"s head.
His tongue hanging out of his mouth, dripping saliva. He looked no different from a dead dog.
“He swallowed the whip!”
My jaw dropped. Everyone had a weapon for self-defense. It follows the master for a lifetime.