Vanessa didn’t waste words and dashed over to the iron maiden. She carefully inspected it for ten-odd minutes, nearly searching the entire object from head to toe. In the end, she heaved a sigh.

“Fortunately neither of you damaged the Holy Relic by a hair. The two of you should be glad… because of this condition you can die a good death.”

But at this time, a black whirlwind appeared at the door, sweeping in with hundreds of bats. In the next second, a bald man stood in front of her.

“I didn’t smell fresh blood…” The man maintained a half-demonized state, his pupils swiftly sweeping the vicinity. “You let them go?!”

Vanessa didn’t have time to reply. In a flash, the man saw the iron maiden in the container, screeching as he rushed over like lightning.

His figure was trembling a fair bit, and stood there for a full five minutes. When he turned his head around, his entire face already fully demonized. Thin and sharp, his white teeth locked together, and his voice carried a glacial coldness to it. “Where are those bastards!”

“Gone,” Vanessa answered, no expression on her face.

“And you just let them leave like that?!” The man bounded over to face her in his partially demonized form. His giant maw, dripping with saliva, directly faced her skull and snarled, “This was the Holy Relic of all vampires houses! Dracula’s iron...